Archive for October, 2007


And I Gorge Upon It

It is ten past two am, on the morning of wednesday the 24th of October. And I have been outside.

The sky is partially clouded but I can see the stars clearly. Tiny balls of gas burning a million miles away and I cannot possibly be more at peace. I can see the red glare of light over the houses and it encroaches upon the sky and it’s immateriality. It reaches out to the darkness, embraces it, and it is magnificent.

I am not looking at the stars. No, I am not looking at these spheres of hydrogen. I am not looking at an absence of being. I am not looking at the frozen water in the clouds above. I am not looking at the refraction of light upon the sky. I am gazing upon the universe and all it’s majesty.

Oh, Most wonderous Earth! You have given me the greatest view imaginable and it is but chaos.

And I gorge upon the feast presented to me.


A Break From Immaturity

And so here it is, a post of some actual, dare I say it, substance?

 Apparetly I do. Well, here’s the incomplete mess that I made for my one day project. I call it an incomplete mess mostly because of my neurotic need for it to be finished; which it is not. But partially because it’s the first image I’ve made in photoshop. Ever. And as such, is a little sketchy.

 It's my one day project. Woo.

There we go. Have a butchers. (I use that phrase because I find second generation cockney ryhming slang and endless source of amusement.)

 Now, for those of you who aren’t on my course, either as student or teacher (Why are you here exactly if you are not? I’m yet to produce anything approaching blog worthy.), our one day project entailed us having to create an image that realated to

1. Nature and Technology – The overarching theme of our project.

2. A word from a wide selection. I chose the word depth after considerable deliberation. Deliberation that was made significantly easier by the fact that my other concepts were so far over my ability, I can’t come up with an analogy far fetched enough.

But if I were to make one, it would involve dirt bikes and giraffes.

I went for my first response to depth, the deep deep sea. It’s a fact that interests me no end that we reach for the stars while most of our ocean is as yet unexplored.

Incoming Tangent – Prepare for sidetracking.

I think it’s because man is so ingrained with the aspiration – the upwards motion that we head towards the stars. It’s a saying, and you don’t get more proof of collective concensus than them, really. “Reach for the Stars!” is far more catchy than “Explore the Ocean!” afterall.

At a more base level, space travel is a direct continuation of man’s wishes. Man can walk. Man can swim. Man cannot fly. And so we build great towers of iron and throw them at the stars to see what we can knock down. 

Not to mention, when you couple space travel with the large amounts of rocket fuel and as a result fire and controlled explosions, space travel is far more appealing. Because it goes wooosh, not splash. And woosh is more fun.

 Tangent Complete!

So, I concieved the idea of (There I used the word concieved because it links organic qualities with my technological goal. Nature and Technology! Woah!) a single diver in an endless ocean, staggering under a huge suit while fish dart around the dark with ease. He’d be in an atmospheric Victorian era diving suit because they’re far more iconic and I love Victorian things. (See Subtitle for more information!) I wanted things to glow because otherwise you have this feel that it’s just been placed on top of a sea. Somehow, my mind is more willing to intergrate the two images if I make one more distant.

On a boring analysis note, it also serves as to emphasise the diver’s seperation from the ocean.

And that’s all I can really be bothered to write on it. It’s 2 in the morning, afterall.


The Mighty Log

So today, I had a lecture on Ideologies.

 “Thanks Harry!” You cry. “That was really worth my time!”

But wait, there is something to this. I couldn’t see that word. Oh no. All I could see was the word “Log”. Yes, Log with some words round, but all that I could read was log.

 Log Log Log. Karl Marx’s Log. Post Modern Logs. LOGS LOGS LOGS. I’ve written it down in my lecture notes, you know. 5 words or phrases to do with ideologies.

Social Conscience.


Political Identity.




The First

So, here it is. My first blog on this the world wide web. I’m not afraid to tell you that I dreaded the concept of blogging, much like I dread writing a personal statement or walking around in public naked.

 There’s something about it all, the concept of placing your personal life on the web for other people to read, it strikes me as half pretencious and half arrogant. The idea that my personal life may be infact interesting enough to warrant reading. But now, I’m in something of a catch 22. Either I blog and feel that I’ve sold out somehow, or I do not blog and I fail PDP. And being that I’m paying a significant amount of money for being here, I have no intent of failing. And I’ve clearly already made my decision by typing this. So the whole previous three sentences serve no purpose.

 Infact, very little of this ‘blog’ serves any purpose thus far. But then, that’s what blogging is about, isn’t it?