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Last month I mentioned some photos I’d taken on the beach at St. Annes.  I’ve finally taken them off my phone.  The sculpture below had been placed on the beach, some distance from the tideline.

It’s like some grotesque Alan Moore-style reinvention.  I was reading to my 10-month-old neice before she went to bed and someone passed me Dear Grandma Bunny a 1996 Miffy  book.  Children’s books are darker than they were when I was young.  Dear Grandma Bunny begins:

"Why is Miffy so unhappy
On her cheek a tear is bright.
Do you know why she is crying?
Miffy’s grandma died last night"

First Mog and now this.  What next?

(The book came from a Miffy library someone brought Liz as a present.  They phoned her when they realised what Dear Grandma Bunny was about.  Luckily my Mum found it funny).

That’s Not My Pony was a much better read.

I’m now relaxing in Melbourne, having completed my first week in the new job.  As these things usually go I spent the first few days reading documentation and learning about the project.  I’m very excited: I’ll be using Eclipse, EJB, SCRUM and various other exciting things.  The office is quiet and I can’t wait for the first Sprint to start.

Coventry itself is beautiful, inside the ring road at least.  The ruins of the old Coventry Cathedral are striking.  I remember school assemblies where we were told about the Coventry miracle, the cross made of iron nails found in the ruins; it’s strange to finally see it.  And there’s also the status of Lady Godiva, just outside Waterstones.

The only problem is a lack of connectivity.  The town has lots of wifi-enable bars and cafes, but it would be good to have something more constant.  Having said that, I’m getting a lot done in the evenings: working on my writing and reading. 

I finished a few books in the last week, the best of which was Haruki Murakami‘s Norwegian Wood.  I’ve read a couple of Murakami books and never really enjoyed them. I was surprised  by this, since  a number of people whose views I respect love his novels.  I was about to give up on this one but my friend Kitty insisted I continued.  After about chapter 5 it took off and became something remarkable.  I’m glad I read it.

I’ve arrived safe and sound in Coventry after a lovely visit to Luton.  This city isn’t the concrete hellhole people had suggested.  At night, from the flyovers of the ring road it is incredibly beautiful.  I can’t wait to explore. 

Meanwhile.  The job is going well.  We’re going to be using SCRUM, which is great news.  I’m enjoying the peace and quiet and doing lots of writing. 

I’ll write a longer entry when I get to Derbyshire this weekend. 

I made the journey from Brighton in 4.5 hours and I’m now back in Blackpool.  The packing continued while I was away and the house is very empty.  Apart from my room, which is full of post (including the new phone) and books.  I have lots of things to do between now and Saturday when I set off for Coventry, via Luton.  I also need to pack the room up too.

Which means my last 2/3 days in Blackpool will offer little time for walking along the beach.  Guess I’ll have to come back here for a weekend when things calm down.

It’s weird to be bouncing around so much.  Since yesterday I’ve had no housekeys but I don’t actually need any of the keys on it.  Technically I don’t have a home right now – I’m not paying rent on anywhere and all my things are in the storage, which may or may not have a leak. 

Whatever.  The plan for tonight is simple – write one of the 5 letters I need to write in the next week and figure out all the things to be done between now and Luton.

I’m still in Brighton where I’ve had a relaxing weekend.  On Thursday night I attended the Short Fuse Short Story Slam.  The quality of the stories was highly variable but I was pleased that one of the winners was Bill Jones, who read at Telling Lies last year.  As with poetry slams, comedy did much better than serious pieces. 

I didn’t mind too much not reading my story (called ‘This is not a true story and happened to someone else anyway‘) as it meant I could relax and enjoy the night.  The story was a throwaway, so will probably not now see the light of day. 

Friday night I watched the movie Be Kind Rewind.  It was a fun, uplifting film (a couple of people applauded at the end) but somehow felt slight.  It’s interesting how many recent films have been about ‘little media’ and/or overtly undermine corporate copyright.

On Saturday I hung out with Beth.  She’s been working on some interesting projects recently, such as Node 101 Brighton and it was interesting to hear about those.  We had breakfast on her allotment, on the hillside above the Lewes Road.  I’d not been there before and couldn’t believe how beautiful it was.  I imagine it’s even better in Summer with warm weather and everything flourishing.  I saw Beth again in the evening and walked to the marina and back.  The marina is beautiful at night, and I actually think the Roaring 40s is going to look pretty impressive, setting aside the problems with the project.  It will certainly add to the feeling that the marina is a JG Ballard theme park.

On Sunday I attended a friend’s daughter’s Harry Potter themed birthday party.  I don’t remember children’s parties being that noisy and intense but had a good time.  It was fun to see games I remember as a kid, such as the eating-chocolate-while-wearing-gloves-and-scarf game.

I still don’t have a camera and have packed up the cable to copy images from my phone, so can’t post any  photos of the weekend.  Hopefully I’ll have a camera again next week, ready for my arrival in Coventry.

I’ve not been so good at updating my weblog the last fortnight (I was updating twitter in the meantime).  I spent a couple of weeks relaxing in Blackpool.  I did lots of writing, rediscovered my love of reading and spent hours walking along the beach.

Since Thursday I’ve been in Brighton.  I’ve caught up with a few people, but not as many as I would have liked.  Mostly I’ve continued relaxing and started preparing for some J2EE work.  I’m going to be here until Saturday at least, then I’m going to Derbyshire for a week before starting the new job.   As of the start of March I’m beginning a six month contract in Coventry.

I’ve not caught up with everyone in Brighton I would have liked to.  However, I’ll be making frequent trips back over the next six months.  I’m definitely going to be around the weekend of March 15/16, where I’ll be attending ‘Enchantment Under the Sea’ at the Hanbury and BarcampBrighton2.  Hopefully I’ll catch up with some folks at one or both of those events.

My Uncle and Aunt invited me for tea yesterday so, just after lunch, I set out to walk from Blackpool to their house in Lytham (I’ve been walking a couple of hours each day recently).  This walk was fantastic – the first half was across Dunes and sandy beaches straight out of a Ballard novel: jet planes flying overhead, the sea so far out it was almost invisible, and the weirdness of St Anne’s Pier, which I’ve yet to see with the sea below it.

 

I found a cafe in St Annes.  There were few people out on the beach but this seaside canteen was packed.  I took away a cup of coffee and a slice of the best fruitcake I’ve ever eaten.  I also shot a couple of fantastic photos nearby but, since I don’t have the grey lead to connect my phone to my PC, I can’t share them.  I was going to try describing them instead but one of them (a weird beach-sculpture) is beyond my powers.

I arrived in Lytham early so haunted the charity bookshops, where I found a copy of Edwin W. Teale’s ‘The Golden Throng’ which I’ve wanted to read for years.  Then to my Uncle and Aunt’s for tea and Ashes to ashes.  I had a good day.

Two new posts from Anonymous have appeared.: "Anonymous is everyone and everywhere. We have no leaders, no single entity directing us…"

I still owe this weblog posts about graduation, the Deckchair guide and what I’m up to right now, but that’s going to wait until I reach my destination and get settled.  Meanwhile I’ve been thinking about Anonymous.

The recent Anonymous videos have been fantastic as works of art, reminiscent of the footage from Pattern Recognition, which Beth studied in her dissertation.  Anonymous’ work puts into play many of the theoretical concepts I love.  Who is it that signs a work as Anonymous when anyone can give a work or a tract that name?  It is impossible to canonise Anonymous work – it is up to the reader to agree or disagree with an individual piece, since unpleasant or insulting messages might be signed as Anonymous.  Anonymous is potentially juvenile and pointlessly offensive at times; but since anyone might be Anonymous, you can judge the messages only on content.  Anonymous might be anyone.

Anonymous’ pirating and remixing of pop culture reminds me of the situationists and their practise of detournement (the Fox news report on Anonymous is like something from Chris Morris).  Anonymous has the advantage that it cannot be recuperated as the work of the Situationists was.  If someone steps forward and repudiates or sells out their own anonymous work, they are no longer Anonymous.  You can’t negotiate with Anonymous.  You can’t make terms with Anonymous.

• The original video
• Anonymous’ response to the media
• Response to Fox #1
• Response to Fox #2
• Warren Ellis on criticism of Anonymous
• Wikipedia on the ‘attack on scientology’
• Encyclopedia Dramatica article on Anonymous (offensive and NSFW)
• The Times reports on the recent events

I don’t have any particular feelings for or against scientology, but I thought the anonymous video was interesting, even while it seemed to crib Keanu’s speech at the end of the Matrix.  (Matt Webb has some interesting thoughts on the footage)

Walking past the Jubilee Library in Brighton I saw the following poster outside one of the boarded-up shops (link to full-sized version):

It will be interesting to see how Anonymous crosses over to the real world.  It’s like religious persecution as some weird ARG