December 2011
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WatchShabazz is an interesting musical entity. As I listen to Black Up, I find it hard to decide when I’m enjoying the aesthetic quality of the words, the concepts carried in the clauses, or both in the mushy mush with the beats.
Who am I kidding? It’s just an excuse to put this gem of a video up.
thelastexit:
Shabazz Palaces - Black Up
Dope album sampler video.
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The TaleTorrent, part 2
Featuring @jnicholasgeist’s Zombie apocalypse slash night-on-the-tiles (a transatlantic special!), @simonsanders’ pen-pal to PM saga, @mananatomorrow’s cyberphilic daughter, and my experiences of chatroom courtship. Of a sort. Thanks again go to the @kinura guys for putting this up.
Oh! And a message. It went wonderfully well, and many people asked if there would be another one...
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The TaleTorrent, part 1
scroll right, apparently. Part One features @BetaRish and @mndtrythnkng’s ultimate answer to Facebook’s “What’s on your mind?”, @katylindemann’s True Confessions Of A Teenage Weblogger, @documentally’s 999-style car crash reenactment, and @claireburge’s paean to the gods of Serendipity.
November 2011
8 posts
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Story: A Sort Of Charity Month
Oct 23rd, 2043. Wednesday.
Met up with Max for coffee today. The streets of Ladbroke Grove are still smoking after what happened last night, but society has resumed its pulse almost immediately. It’s funny how adaptable this world has made the people of today. Though, perhaps adaptable isn’t the word for a people that absorb every crisis and then carry on with their lives as they...
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I get on the replacement bus and
There’s something missing. The sun conspires with the Sunday to create a kind of easy peace, like a nurse: attentive, but not smothering. But that’s not it. The people don’t shift eyes and bodies for territory like bus people do, instead they blog and chatter in gentle sussurus… but this is not the cause either. The details count for nothing when there has been some...
The Taxi Driver Asks Me:
Have you been working late? Yes, I have.
Do you know the way home? I confess, I do not.
Have you lived in London long? Not long. Well, long in a way, but I know so little.
Why do you not ask me anything? Because I have forgotten to be curious.
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October 2011
11 posts
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TaleTorrent: a night of internet stories
So the internet is all about like connections and communications between people and stuff, she said, which means that on the internet there should be a more diverse collection of human stories than anywhere else because you’ve got all these individuals with their hopes and fears colliding with each other like atoms in a bell jar slamming and spinning and bisecting each other in sweaty...
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War Of The Words
…and yet, across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded our planet with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.
War of the Worlds, H.G. Wells 1898
A war is coming. A war of intellect and talking and stuff, and everyone’s invited to pick up a premise and start shooting. On the 8th of December, 12 people all aged under 30...
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