“Originally, upon thinking about the potentials of making a LEGO musical instrument, I had hoped to reproduce a piano, but ditched the idea due to the enormous tension involved (40,000 lbs.)–there’s a reason why pianos have steel frames. Its ancestor, the harpsichord, seemed more practically possible–the key/jack workings are simple levers, the strings are plucked, it’s smaller, and it maintains less tension.”
Neil Hopcroft
A digital misfit
Talking to Grandi again this evening has reminded me that I was going to investigate taking an MBA. This is deeply foolish given the current state of the British economy, but hey you gotta keep yourself busy somehow.
Anyone here done an MBA? Or other management course? Was it worthwhile? Would I benefit from it?
“(Police) want to reassure the community that there were no satanic intentions in relation to these incidents” the Royal Canadian Mounted Police said, adding that the man “should have known better.”
A meme from sushidog:
01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o’clock to you, it would be…
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I’ll tell you the most memorable moment I’ve had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I’ll then tell you something that I’ve always wondered about you.
07.5. Answer these questions for me (as in, tell me what song or movie reminds you of me, use a single word to describe me, etc)
08. Put this in your journal.
johnfkent up to his usual tricks: A final note – please remember not to wear your best clothing, the pig will no doubt be frightened by what he is facing, and what is facing you may have an unpleasant reaction.
Someone was talking about heading to Intrusion tomorrow night…did that ever turn into a plan?
“If there’s anything being a Mac user has taught me, it’s never to read potentially insightful commentary that might challenge my worldview”
(from a completely irrelevant article about minidiscs)
Southfork on wheels
Today I learned more about the dark underbelly of Cambridge culture. South, heading upstream from Baits Bite Lock, beyond the A14 bridge. The first exit from the towpath back into ‘civilisation’ takes a cut across the fields to Fen Road.
Its an innocent looking road on the map, isn’t it? But no, that is not the whole story. This is farmland that has now been turned over the mobile homes. Not the kind of mobile home a nice family of four rent for a week over summer, these are real homes, people lived crammed into these things.
“Vacant plot” “Loose dogs” Trailer trash.
Now, thats OK, its not a lifestyle for me, but I can understand that it probably works for some people. What amazed me, though, was the creativity of some of these people – walking back toward town the class of the places went up, they started looking somewhat more permanent, people would actually both cleaning the outside of their vans. But then, there are places where they’ve bricked over the outsides of the trailers, so they’re kinda like houses, except they are entirely the wrong shape. Then, further, there is a small fenced community, a suite of three bricked trailers behind eight foot iron fencing that looked like it cost more than the place it was protecting. But then, I’m guessing the SLK in the drive was worth more than half the estate anyway so maybe they needed the iron.
It didn’t feel unsafe there, even given the latent intolerance oozing from all directions, just not my England. And it makes me think – if I feel disenfranchised from this country, I wonder how some of these people feel about it?
Further into town, through the dodgy industrial estate where they refit stolen motorbikes with new identities, and sell on office furniture they found in the skip, over the railway and on to Green End Road. And thats when it all starts making sense. I’m back on my territory again. I’m home. For what its worth.