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30.10.03 | 02btw, if you find parts of this site missing or not working, it's because my server space is completely full. i had to delete some stuff to get this index page to load. smallfire.org is the problem, it is atm a subdirectory of this site. i'm moving it to a new server at the weekend. |
30.10.03 | 01went to a delightful seminar after work, about the Kunsthaus in Graz. The Kunsthaus [art gallery] has a blue plexiglass outer skin, behind which are about 1000 circular fluorescent lights that act as computer-controlled pixels. |
26.10.03 | 04btw smallfire.org is a bit incomplete still, because i seem to have run out of server space to finish the site. i'm moving servers shortly. |
26.10.03 | 03yesterday i bought a canon eos 300d to replace my little minolta and my ancient olympus. am working my way carefully through the instruction book, not diving in as usual. |
26.10.03 | 02from the tomorrow's world book 1970 - the future as anticipated, verbatim [square brackets are me]: 1972 1973 1974 1975 1976 1977 1978 1979 1980 1981 1982 1983 1984 1985 1986 1987 1988 1989 1990 1991 1992 1993 1994 1995 1996 1998 1999 2000 2001 2008 2010 2014 2016 2020 2030 2100 so that was the future as seen from 1970. the unstated assumptions are interesting: firstly, it was assumed that the population of western nations would continue to grow exponentially at baby-boom rates, leading to the virtual disappearance of the countryside under cities by the end of the century. this was a serious assumption made by government forecasters in the 1960s. no-one foresaw the impact of the pill. equally no-one foresaw the impact of feminism. the tomorrow's world book features women as housewives in the kitchen however far in the future it looks. marriage and two children was still going to be the norm. and very obviously no-one foresaw microprocessors, miniature electronics and the rise of IT as we know it. computers were going to stay big and mainframe. rather weirdly, no-one foresaw that people would live longer and healthier lives. 60 was considered 'elderly' - as it was back then. in the 1960s people lived on average 3 years beyond retirement - a testament, perhaps, to the effects of two world wars and the great depression on that generation. and yet all these things were already happening, or would begin in the next five years. so one lesson to be drawn is that the things that will make the future radically different may be right under our noses. another lesson is that social and political change can have a bigger impact than technology, not least because it determines which technologies flourish and which wither [viz. the space race]. |
26.10.03 | 01for those who are foreign or too young: |
24.10.03 | 03btw, if you think i'm exaggerating about the noise [seven miles], the engines fitted to the prototype and pre-production planes really were that noisy. and left trails of black smoke. they had to quieten them down and *almost* get rid of the smoke for the production model. concorde was right on the edge of what was possible. |
24.10.03 | 02ah, tomorrow's world. from the 'tomorrow's world' book 1970: |
24.10.03 | 01the concorde project began in 1962, when i was three. by 1968 my family lived 7 miles from filton, where the british concordes were being made. when they tested the engines we could hear the roar. heaven only knows what it was like for the people living next to the airfield. in 1969 the british prototype flew for the first time. we watched it take off live on TV, then rushed outside. minutes later it passed over our house, low and deafening, trailing smoke from those brutal engines, on its way up the west coast of england. it was our local miracle. any time we went into bristol on the bus we would look out as we passed the end of the runway and the manufacturing hangars in case we saw a concorde. and often in the early 70s we did. as children we all had toy concordes - mine was an airfix kit, though i coveted the corgi die-cast model with droopable nose. as children of the space age [c. 1960-1973] we regretted the cancellation of the rival boeing sst, wondered about the russian tu144 [concordski] and looked forward to a supersonic future. eventually we expected to take pan am flights to a space station in earth orbit. but that future never happened. nowadays i live in west london and can see the planes coming in to land at heathrow from my bedroom window. when, occasionally, a concorde broke the procession of boeings and airbuses, it was as if a window had opened into a parallel universe, where all those dreams came true. the plane always looked other-worldly, beamed back from thirty years in the future even when it came from thirty years in the past. it never lost its mythical quality - note how everyone refers to it in the singular, as 'concorde', as if there were only ever one - to talk of *a* concorde feels as strange as talking of *a* titanic. when a concorde crashed in paris, 'concorde' crashed - and a part of my childhood died. the future was mortal, after all. and today it ended. i wish i had been there at heathrow, the last one flying over my head as the first one had. like many people i shed a tear at its passing, because something got lost. some dream of tomorrow's world. |
17.10.03 | 01here's the weather project photos. remember the top half is a reflection. |
16.10.03 | 03the bookshop in tate modern is wonderful, but today i found it frightening. everything has been done. everything. |
16.10.03 | 02then to tate modern to see bill viola's wonderful 'five angels of the millenium', which i last saw in 99 in a commercial gallery in the west end. the turbine hall has a new installation 'the weather project', which consists of a gigantic simulated sunset. in fact it's half a sun, but the ceiling has been mirrored. there's a fine mist in the gallery, to create a shimmering haze. critics seem to find forebodings in it, i found it joyous, 'cafe del mar' - and that was the reaction of the public. they lay in the glow and watched their tiny reflections in the far-off ceiling. the photo on the tate website isn't great - the real thing's much better. my photos hopefully tomorrow night. |
16.10.03 | 01today i went to see damien hirst's latest exhibition 'romance in the age of uncertainty', which for the most part explores christian themes. i have no pictures to show because one was not allowed to take them, and the catalogue is not out until saturday, but here are my notes. the central room contains the 'apostles', a series of works that represent the deaths/martyrdoms of each of the 12, and the ascension of christ. each piece consists of a steel and glass cabinet hanging on the wall, containing objects arranged on several glass shelves. most of the objects are laboratory glassware, but mixed in are other symbolic and narrative objects derived from the stories of the apostles and their deaths. there is a good deal of [dried] blood splashed about, on objects, cabinets and in some cases on the floor. there are circular holes in the glass cabinets which, one realises, represent wounds - a crucifixion, for instance, has three [two hands, one for feet]. in front of each cabinet on the floor is a vitrine with a skinned cow's head in formaldehyde. st. bartholomew: was he flayed? lots of forceps with bloody tissue upstairs, other works: spirit: a tacky dove painting [presum from religious kitsch card] it's clever stuff, and the apostles make one realise how little one knows about the details of their deaths - i'll have to look them up to know how to interpret some of the items. but the ones i do know well were convincing enough, so i have hopes for the rest. q. re meaning and detail - hirst knows [research], i know [some] - but most people don't know and so can't read much of what's happening - as i saw in their reactions. most wandered in and out, i spent a long time in there 'reading' the artworks. but once the game of meaning was played, there was nothing to draw me back. |
15.10.03 | 02i have until the weekend off work. twisted their arm a bit. hoping for more later. just desperate for some personal space. |
15.10.03 | 01meanwhile in the real world, this little tale of unpleasant behaviour by US immigration officials 'Beate (Bay - ah - tah), Trevor's fiancee, was returning to the US from Germany. She had interviewed with career diplomats at the American Embassy just weeks before and was granted a 6-month visa. Nevertheless, when she landed in Atlanta she was interrogated for six hours, led away in handcuffs with criminals, booked into the Atlanta prison system (finger prints, mug shots and a group cell) and the next day was placed in solitary confinement in a white room with nothing save a toilet. She was left without food for 20+ hours and finally deported to Germany. The whole time being told that she was not a criminal, nor suspected of any crime!'please note 1: trevor hughes works *for* the US department of homeland security. his fiancee was kicked out *by* the department of homeland security. please note 2: trevor is dan hughes' brother. check dan's blog entry and beate's blog about her experience. she has an interesting life story which partly explains [while not excusing] her 'interesting' experience... |
12.10.03 | 05just added Maharishi to my consumerism section. nice flash site worth a look for the hexagonal graphics. i'm being tempted by their trousers atm. damn expensive tho. they have a thing about camouflage patterns - it was a camo fleece that first made me notice them c. 97. i still want it. |
12.10.03 | 04american apparel are a non-sweatshop t-shirt business. they also do dog t-shirts. apparently 'dogs are human too'. |
12.10.03 | 03my set theory diagrams which should have gone with policemen and shepherds. better late than never. they are of more general application. |
12.10.03 | 02amused me too: In the beginning, all was mush; and the mush was without form and void. And God brooded on the face of the mush, as it is written. 'A hen is an egg's way of making another egg.' And as he brooded, so the mush divided itself and became many small pieces of mush. And God looked and saw that it was good. And behold the Name of that God was called Tinkertoy and Tinkertoy had a grab bag in which were very many handy little magical tricks. And each small piece of mush reached into the grab bag to see what it could get. And the lucky got more tricks than the unlucky. As it is written: To him that hath shall be given, but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he seemeth to have. And God called the tricks adaptations, and God looked and saw that it was good. And after that they ran around, each according to his kind. And they did eat each other. And some kinds did eat their own kind. Only the dog did not so. And God looked and saw that it was good and God said: Behold these creatures, which I have created in the image of Charles Darwin. How cleverly they do steal each other's ideas. And it came to pass that, between meals, they all played a game. Each against all, and all against each. And the name of the game was 'Free Enterprise'. And each played as dirty as he could according to the tricks which he had received. But God always won because he played zigzag as a snipe flies. So they threw him out. Gregory Bateson |
12.10.03 | 01glancing app idea |
09.10.03 | 04and looking at the v2 code reminds me of a] how out of date my knowledge is getting and b] how much i miss working on coding sites |
09.10.03 | 03compassion and the crafting of user experience from v2 - i'm indebted to daniel for this one. i lost my link to v2 but now it's here for regular use. i love this guy. this particular article is pertinent to me as a designer of user experiences in both architecture - and church. how often has our *church* experience been designed with *compassion* for those who will encounter it? if that were a prime determinant, what would change? |
09.10.03 | 02the new outkast double album is *wonderful*. two albums for the price of one, and both masterpieces. prince must be sick with envy at what they've done with his old blueprint. |
09.10.03 | 01a survey of blogging has found that "66.0% of surveyed blogs had not been updated in two months", and |
01.10.03 | 05subscribed to frame magazine while i was there. |
01.10.03 | 04i spent last saturday at 100% design checking out new interior design products. naturally i couldn't help sourcing stuff for alt worship: fatboy is the ideal giant floor cushion for alt worship. 140x180cm is the size of a single duvet, plenty big enough for four people if they don't hog it by lying down. the material is a hard-wearing wipeable synthetic canvas that takes to church floors better than the usual domestic velours and cottons. and they are very stylish with that big label. i'm trying to order some for grace. b-bitz are remarkably close to my kirchelandschaft sketches. they're even made the same way. makes you wonder why churches bother with benches, wooden chairs and the like. boo! seats light up when you sit on them, and turn off when you stand up - there's a pressure switch under the seat pad. simple really. use them at stations to give light when it's wanted. or use one for that kiwi bar-stool idea. sit down to tell your story, it lights up. unfortunately at £199 each they're rather expensive. loop showed translucent cushions with fluorescent lights inside, and a table whose surface glows beneath anything placed on it. 'office in a bucket' by inflate hasn't made it onto their website yet. it's the thing that jonny enthused about on his blog when he saw it at the sony exhibition. not at 100% design, but in selfridges, is the chillout room. £170 for the 1-person size [150cm diameter], £350 for the 4-person [250cm diameter]. grace might get one of those too. i'm working towards turning my drawings into reality. should have some of this stuff by grace tenth birthday event [nov 8th]. |
01.10.03 | 03another thing. they're gonna put stephen on my business cards. nobody calls me stephen except my family. and that's because they started before i was old enough to stop them. |
01.10.03 | 02at work yesterday, an administator phoned to discuss details of the business cards my firm intend to give me. and i laughed out loud, because whenever a firm decides to give me business cards i either leave or get sacked shortly after. i have never actually received any of the cards that have been made for me. and as my contract ends in two weeks' time and no-one has said it will be renewed, i thought, this is an omen! |
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