I stand naked in my wrinkled skin
The weight of failure a cross to bear
Nothing before me broken things behind
Dust and hair a dirty halo around me
The days like picks chipping at stone
Surely one day a heap of dust
Blown away by the wind
Until nothing stands
1. I am a vacuous individual with nothing original to say
2. What I have to say is not going to change the world one bit
3. No one wants to read the random ramblings of a total stranger
4. There is nothing interesting left in this world to write about
5. All that can be said has already been said
6. My life is not interesting to anyone except for my mum who does not possess the tech savvy to turn on a computer
7. My grammar is clumsy and stilted
8. My speling is not good
9. I am suck
10. I couldn’t be arsed
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.
The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 82,000 times in 2010. If it were an exhibit at The Louvre Museum, it would take 4 days for that many people to see it.
In 2010, there were 3 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 389 posts. There were 6 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 1mb.
The busiest day of the year was January 21st with 935 views. The most popular post that day was 4st, 7lb.
The top referring sites in 2010 were righthealth.com, stumbleupon.com, loveforlife.com.au, organizedwisdom.com, and search.aol.com.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for anorexic, life on mars, dna, anorexic people, and radiohead.
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
4st, 7lb January 2009
206 comments
Is there life on Mars? January 2008
134 comments
CDC to investigate bizarre skin condition January 2008
27 comments
Genetics ‘R Us December 2007
1 comment
Kid A – revisited August 2009
4 comments
I am now the proud albeit guilty owner of an uber-hyped and over-priced carrier bag from Australian Crumpler brand. Few weeks ago the brand name registered on my cultural radar but never took a foot hold. Water off a duck’s back. A friend bought into the associated hip cache and started talking incessantly about her purchase and before I could say “herd mentality”, I was looking up the website and balking at the prices.
There was something unsightly but attractive about the lurid colours and ridiculous names. Took the plunge and plunked down hard cold cash at the checkout counter and walked away with a Considerable Embarrassment wrapped in a water repellent paper bag. Threw off the bag back home and slung the thing over my shoulder all the while checking myself out in the full length mirror. Narcissus would have turned in his grave if he ever existed.
A warm fuzzy feeling suffused my body. I was now one of the beautiful people. I was a professional with a six figure annual income but individualistic enough to be down with the cognisant. I was of the Man but not of the Man. Now if only I own an Apple laptop to slip into my bag……WAIT! What is this I hear? Oh just another piece of my soul sloughing off as the capitalistic cash register chinks merrily.
Due to a steady degradation in my attention span (something to do with dying brain cells, no doubt) I have decided that I will be updating my tumblr more so than this here wordpress blog. So if you are so inclined please give this a loving click.
For most people there is absolutely no need for a DIY install DVD for the “world’s most advanced system”. However paranoia does run roughshod over some people’s psyche (not forgetting people who obtained the OS through more clandestine methods) and hence this howto :
1. After upgrading /installing Snow Leopard (optional as you can also follow the same procedure within Leopard), fire up Disk Utility
2. With the original DVD still in the tray, select it from the list on the left
3. Go to File > New > Disk Image From “Mac OSX Install DVD”
4. Under “Image Format” select “DVD/CD master”. For encryption select “None”
5. Click on save and go for a jog
6. You should end up with a file ending with “.cdr” in which ever folder you saved it in. (by default “Documents”)
7. I then used Toast Titanium version 10 to burn it as a Disc Image.
8. The end product is a shiny cloned install disk. The most important thing is that it is bootable.
NB – I initially chose the option “read/write” under “Image Format” but ended up with a non-bootable DVD which is pretty much a coaster.
Exactly how and why Radiohead’s Kid A has come to stand as the definitive artistic statement for rock consumers born after 1975 is almost ridiculously difficult to discern. People believed (and continue to believe) in the metaphysical heft of Kid A : in its aesthetic worth, its innovation, its meaning. In 2000, Kid A felt true and inscrutable; five years later, it somehow still does: From its chilling opening organ figure to its closing silence, Kid A is enormous– a huge, sweeping testament to Radiohead’s ever-swelling worldview.
Kid A was an obvious departure from its predecessor, the guitar-swollen OK Computer , and it alternately challenged and confounded Radiohead’s core audience. Regardless, the record’s supposed difficulty also lent it a certain sense of gravity: Kid A is confrontational and insistent, mysteriously capable of convincing some of the most stridently anti-electro guitarheads that inorganic flourishes can feel bloody and real. Consequently, in the months following its release, Kid A transformed into an intellectual symbol of sorts, a surprisingly ubiquitous signifier of self. Owning it became “getting it”; getting it became “annointing it.” The record’s significance as a litmus test was stupid and instant and undeniable: In certain circles, you were only as credible as your relationship to this album. And that kind of intense, unilateral, with-us-or-against-us fandom felt oddly, uncomfortably apropos in the face of all that sound.
It is in this weird sense that Kid A was (and continues to be) the perfect record for its time: Ominous, surreal, and impossibly millennial, its revolutionary tangle of yelpy, apocalyptic vocals, glitchy synths, and beautiful drones is uncertain about both its past and present– and, accordingly, timeless. –Amanda Petrusich
I love this review by Amanda Petrusich on Pitchfork for one album that held a lot of bad memories for me. It inevitably became the soundtrack to a very bad personal patch.
Recommendations from the health authorities in China for would be astronauts. More here.
