a song for prometheus
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I can’t stop listening to this song.
It’s even easier to play than Station Approach. A bugger to sing at the same time though.
Update! For the basic chords: C G Bb F
For the piano line: play all these twice, a simple descending line.
e----------------
B----------------
G---2-0---0---0--
D----------------
A-3-----3---3----
E----------------
Back in the US now and on holiday. Spent a fairly great Sunday morning with:
Will try and write up the travels in the next few days.
Well it’s been an interesting few weeks.
Currently in a hotel in Glasgow. I took some time out to update to the new version of WordPress. If you ever comment on TF, note you can choose the image that appears by your incisive and pithy spewings.
Head to gravatar.com to pick your icon.
Update more in a bit.
I’ve been a fan of this guy for quite a while. Bought a few of his drawings when he exhibited his wares at Analogue. Its a nice funny/quirky/surreal mix. Heads up, he’s quite splendid:
What are you doing reading this when you could be watching the trailer for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull?
* Yes, I do know the original quote is, “Dr Jones, no time for love!”
Bonjourno, it’s been a while. Things have been good on the whole, just muddling along y’know – work, boyfriend, life. Same shit. Except, in the last week there have been a few developments.
Work
Grand Theft Auto, the game we’ve all been working on for what seems like eons now, has a proper, official, set-in-stone not-gonna-change-this-time-honest release date. This is a very exciting prospect and a good motivator for the demoralised in the studio. What is more exciting is that it serendipitously coincides with an impromptu visit to NYC to see air. Beautiful. And very weird to think that one day soon, the game will be public property. Launch party. You’re invited..
Boyfriend
Is coming back from Saudi Arabia. To Scotland. To stay. In our house. For the forseeable. This Saturday. Excitement, joy, disbelief, trepidation. This should be the easier bit, hey? i’m 99% of the first three and 1% of the fourth. He’s a picky, antagonising shite, and i’m a louche, careless batchelorette. Should be a smooth transition, eh?
Life
Is interesting. Various opportunities opening up career-wise for both of us. Al has decided to go to uni part time as he wants to become one of those Air Accident Investigator geezers. Me, i’m waiting to see if my company step up to the plate and start taking me more seriously, financially. If not, having this stuff on my CV is career gold, and someone else will. Al has decided that he wants to study at Kings, London. So I think we might be seeing rather more of the place. Something that makes me very happy indeed.
On the whole, things are lookin up!
There are two ways to find an apartment in New York. You either use a broker, or you don’t.
Brokers are knowledgeable, expensive and widely regarded as totally evil. They are typically pushy, no-nonsense individuals for whom Time Is Money. They live a frantic day-to-day life scampering up and down Manhattan finagling their way into apartments. I have witnessed brokers lying outrageously to jaded block caretakers/doormen (the “supers”) and in one case actually credit-carding the lock in order to show me the property. For the flat-hunting period you are drawn into this pattern of behaviour.
The evil is necessary because competition for apartments is fierce. Same-day applications are needed for the good apartments.
The real evil is in the cost: a broker calculates your yearly rental and demands 15% of it. This generally works out at 1500-2000 pounds which you simply have to hand over.
The alternative – to dodge the broker fee – is to sit in a web cafe endlessly refreshing craigslist and phoning randoms to arrange viewings. Amusingly 75% of the randoms will turn out to be brokers in disguise. This approach is definitely cheaper but requires economy-size portions of (i) time and (ii) patience.
The following map-o-tron shows the three apartments I am currently choosing between (on Manhattan) and also Caitlin’s place in Brooklyn. You can drag and zoom and stuff, wowzers!
The northmost two apartments are in Chelsea (and are really nice). The lower one is in super-cool SoHo but the street looks noisy as hell.
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I like this one (above) cos it looks like a painting.
We cursed the bloody statue for getting in our way, then I decided to make him a feature…
More on my Flickr.
I wondered why my flickr viewing figures jumped by a zillion percent… the photo I took of the defaced Borat poster in NYC got picked up by media site Gawker and the fairly strange Thighs Wide Shut.
Talking of which (flickr, not thighs. Mmm, thighs) my flickring is currently suspended while I sort out some PC hardware issues (pah). This post was brought to you in the meantime by the letter 'powerbook'.
