I now have a better appreciation for why my little son was so distressed when he got bitten by a mahoosive ant (about an inch long). I was gardening this morning, and picked up a handful of grass and clover I had pulled out. At first I thought something in the weeds must have had...
Also: testing out Blogsy on my iPad. I figured a selection of photos I’ve been happy with recently would make a good subject. I’ve wanted for absolutely ages to get a decent close and sharp photo of a sparrow. Finally the other weekend I managed to do so, as this wee...
Time for a bit of a bleating whinge-thing. In the mail today arrived an envelope addressed to my wife. We know not how the sender got the necessary name and address, but they did. Inside we found an offer: a bunch of greeting cards – ostensibly painted by people using their feet...
I’ve blithered before about Google sodding up search, personalising it and “correcting” your input and so forth. I just want to enter search terms, and have a search engine search using those terms. Call me weird, but when I type something into a search box, it’s because I want to search for that word...
Artists are bad enough. Art critics – and art collectors – are worse. Andreas Gursky just had a photograph sold for $4.3 million. Srsly. Oh, and this is the photograph: Again: srsly. I could whine about how aesthetically bland and completely devoid of meaning or interest it is (indeed I have done so), but that’s not what...
