Back to the Future
, as you've never seen it before. (Via BoingBoing)
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
I'm yearnin' to be done with all this measuring of proof...
Ugh. Proofreading.
Big news is, although everyone who's anyone already knows, we're moving to Switzerland. I'm hoping that once there I'll have the time to ressurect my culinary face-off with Tom, who in the meantime has been getting on quite well without me.
I'm confident that my move will profit well in this venture. If nothing else, the Illinois penal code is on my side; the 225 ILCS 635/ Illinois Horse Meat Act will stop Tom from muscling in on my equine dining (unless he has himself reclassified as an "exotic animal") , whereas in Switzerland I need only nip to the local supermarket, or indeed the local Pferdemetzgerei (horse meat butcher).
Big news is, although everyone who's anyone already knows, we're moving to Switzerland. I'm hoping that once there I'll have the time to ressurect my culinary face-off with Tom, who in the meantime has been getting on quite well without me.
I'm confident that my move will profit well in this venture. If nothing else, the Illinois penal code is on my side; the 225 ILCS 635/ Illinois Horse Meat Act will stop Tom from muscling in on my equine dining (unless he has himself reclassified as an "exotic animal") , whereas in Switzerland I need only nip to the local supermarket, or indeed the local Pferdemetzgerei (horse meat butcher).
Monday, December 12, 2005
So many things...
Hello all.
It's done. Well, a readable draft is done. Well, I say readable...
My thesis.
Chloe can maybe print a copy and give it to Ed (if Chloe has the time, which given the last time I saw her she had been at work until 2am the previous night may be doubtful), who has experience with lengthy dry texts on silly subjects.
Adam can mistake it for some concrete poetry.
Tom will have to wait until the 28th, whereupon I will descend on London with a copy, and we can both drink whisky and discuss how it's really, when you get down to it, a lot like Lit. Theory. And then fall over.
Will can... well, you get the idea. I don't expect anyone to read it. But have a look at it, if only to appreciate the size. And the pretty pictures. And the number of glaring grammatical errors that it will be my job to excise from the document in the coming weeks.
In those coming weeks (well, week) I will be absent from these Isles; I have a workshop in Dresden again (and another shot at that Cheese shop, plus the newly restored Frauenkirche), and after that in Bern (or Berne, if you'r feeling Germanic), where I have a job interview of sorts. Yes, I may well be joining the ranks of the expat. On the other hand, I've also applied for a job in Birmingham. Failing that, I suppose I could always reprise my guesting role as MC Kinley with the newly reformed Absinthe, although their new acoustic sound might not quite match my vocal stylings...
Either way, it seems likely that in the next few months I will be leaving Bath, and to that end, I would like to invite those in the country to a birthday shindig. Keep the 27th of January free, if you can. The plan is for much wine and cheese. Rest assured that if I leave the country on a (semi-)permanent basis I will also come to London for a hoohah.
That's enough about me. How are you?
It's done. Well, a readable draft is done. Well, I say readable...
My thesis.
Chloe can maybe print a copy and give it to Ed (if Chloe has the time, which given the last time I saw her she had been at work until 2am the previous night may be doubtful), who has experience with lengthy dry texts on silly subjects.
Adam can mistake it for some concrete poetry.
Tom will have to wait until the 28th, whereupon I will descend on London with a copy, and we can both drink whisky and discuss how it's really, when you get down to it, a lot like Lit. Theory. And then fall over.
Will can... well, you get the idea. I don't expect anyone to read it. But have a look at it, if only to appreciate the size. And the pretty pictures. And the number of glaring grammatical errors that it will be my job to excise from the document in the coming weeks.
In those coming weeks (well, week) I will be absent from these Isles; I have a workshop in Dresden again (and another shot at that Cheese shop, plus the newly restored Frauenkirche), and after that in Bern (or Berne, if you'r feeling Germanic), where I have a job interview of sorts. Yes, I may well be joining the ranks of the expat. On the other hand, I've also applied for a job in Birmingham. Failing that, I suppose I could always reprise my guesting role as MC Kinley with the newly reformed Absinthe, although their new acoustic sound might not quite match my vocal stylings...
Either way, it seems likely that in the next few months I will be leaving Bath, and to that end, I would like to invite those in the country to a birthday shindig. Keep the 27th of January free, if you can. The plan is for much wine and cheese. Rest assured that if I leave the country on a (semi-)permanent basis I will also come to London for a hoohah.
That's enough about me. How are you?
Thursday, December 08, 2005
The return of Mathcore
In a continuation of my obsession with stupid music, I present proof theory --- an American grunge metal band.
Not to be confused with proof theory --- a thing I do...
Not to be confused with proof theory --- a thing I do...
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