Spring blossom, May 2013
Spring blossom, May 2013
Set in San Francisco in 1985, Test is a new film about two gay men in a romantic relationship in the early days of the AIDS epidemic. Frankie and Todd are ballet dancers living with the spectre of the disease in the oppressive, anti-gay atmosphere of Reagan’s administration in the 1980′s. While their love blossoms, […]
Spring blossom, May 2013
Spring blossom #4, May 2013
OpenTech 2013 is this Saturday and I’m going to it. It’s the super-cheap conference to discuss technologies which enable transparent democracy, social change and individual empowerment. Registration is still open, but only till 5pm BST this evening: after that, you’ll have to turn up on the day after 10:20 and hope for a spare ticket, cancellation or no-show.
As it’s only formal-ish (not like a barcamp, but certainly – and thanfully – not like Google I/O) then the schedule will probably necessarily remain in draft up to the day itself. If it’s anything like recent years, the schedule will be posted at specific locations in the venue. But you might feel more comfortable with a personal copy, in which case: be warned! as the organizing team are at pains to point out, you should not rely on the venue wifi: that includes using it to look up the online version of schedule.
So, for simple portability around the venue, or maybe just for working out what you’re going to see while you’re still on the train into London, you might want to download this draft schedule PDF I’ve put together. Either print it off, or just have a copy handy on your electronic device of choice: for portability and for physically small devices, I’ve “optimized it for succinctness” by paring down the page content to the bare minimum (so not including the sidebar or abstracts) and simplifying colours etc.
Hope someone other than me finds it useful, anyway! See you at OpenTech?
Nancy by Emmet Gowin
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I love taking pictures on my smart phone. Most of the time, I use Instagram. I am a huge fan of it, with the different filters it has (that help hide my poor photography skills!) and how easy it is to share on Twitter & Facebook. So when I saw the Emma & Elsie over [...]
Well, my studio exhibition is all ready to open this Saturday, here are some photos from last years show. I’ve made lots of new pieces; from vintage lace brooches, coin purses, jewellery pouches to clutch purses, lots of handmade cards and also three s…
With the sad demise of Huggies nappies in the UK, we were looking for an alternative – especially as nappies cost so much, we wanted a cost effective option too. We put Tesco Loves Baby, Aldi’s Mamia and Cheeky Bots nappies, also available at Tesco to the test. Today I’m reviewing the Tesco Loves Baby […]
Spring blossom /3, May 2013
Each week I will post a poem from one of my previous poetry collections to give readers a taste of the kind of poetry I write. This week I give you ‘Poppies’, a poem taken from my second collection of poetry, The Loss House (2012), which you can purchase by clicking here. Poppies Today they gave you poppies, […]
At home, which is also my office, I have a network that has a number of devices connected to it. Some of these devices – wifi base stations, NAS storage, a couple of raspberry pis, media centers – are headless (no monitor or keyboard attached), or in the case of the media center, spend their [...]
We’ve started training classes with Poppy. It’s a six week course, starting with the basics and hopefully ending with Poppy being able to do exactly as she’s told & performing a few tricks! So off Poppy & I went, with, what I thought was, plenty of treats and high hopes. It was exhausting! There were [...]
Spring blossom /2, May 2013
It’s so disappointing when we get a burst of sun and warmth, then it disappears again. It’s so difficult to get garden jobs done, when it’s cold, raining & so very windy, like it has been this past week. But I’ve been determined to bring a bit of colour into the garden so despite the [...]
I’ve had a few requests for copies of my Oxford May Day poster, which has been all over Oxford bus stops during the last month or so. I can’t get hold of original posters at this size, but am making…
I’ve named myself ‘the sporadic one’ because my blog posts are currently sporadicer than someone with Tourette’s Syndrome shouting ‘COCK’.
It’s all down to the same old excuse – work. I worked so hard last week that I couldn’t feel my face.
Anyway, enough of that work milarky; after putting in a good 6 hours of solid labour, I decided that it was time for some fun. And because I have got a military mind, I had already rung my friend Sarah to suss out things that a 7 year old might like doing ……….. and with the results in, I decided to approach the rug-rat ………
“Izzy, do you want to do something fun?” I asked her. Which is a bit like asking Paris Hilton if she would like to drop her skids.
“YEH!” yelled Izzy (that kid needs a Swiss Finishing School).
“Bally good, because I have organised a treat for you,” I said before adding; “and May and Guy are coming too.” [May is one of Izzy's bessie mates, and May's Dad, Guy, is a chum from the village. AKA DJ Hyper].
“MAY’S COMING TOO?” screamed Izzy, so excited that she looked like she was going to vom up the chocolate Santa that she had eaten for dinner: “WHERE ARE WE GOING?”
Jeez, that girl’s shouting is going to land me with an early Ear Trumpet.
“We are going to visit the film studios where they made the Harry Potter films,” I replied with my fingers in my ears in order to minimise the damage.
”NO WAY! THAT’S THE BEST!” hollered Izzy. I was glad that she was pleased, even though I was a little perplexed, not having any idea of who Harry Potter was myself.
I felt triumphant like Napoleon Bonaparte, except that my arm wasn’t chopped off …….. nor did I have an arrow in my eye …… or whatever it was that happened to the clumsy git.
Soon the designated day arrived, and Guy and May turned up at the house in Guy’s bling mobile (a Jaguar XF sport), to whisk me and Izzy to the Harry Potter film studios. I say ‘whisk’ but the journey was more of a fingernails embedded in the dashboard, and an intercontinental ballistic missile in the boot kind of experience.
Twenty-three minutes later and we had completed the 44 mile journey to our destination. My eyes were watering and my hair was all stuck out behind me in a horizontal fashion because I had pulled so much G. Relief washed over me, and I spilled out of the passenger door, kissed the car-park, and shouted, “I’m alive!” whilst simultaneously punching the air.
And because I am like Mother Theresa (except that I don’t have hair growing out of my ears), I have got some photographs for you …………………..
Apparently, there is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, but when I went to dig it up, there was just a water-treatment plant at the end …….. most disappointing.
Never mind ……. more to come dahlink.