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The problem with promising to write in reverse is that life doesn't stand still. Needless to say I'm not expecting to find much time today so no doubt I'll be old and grey before I get all this done. Maybe this evening if I'm lucky.

Anyway, last night I went to my first portfolio showing. It was an interesting experience and I still need to work on my language skills to better fit in. However, I am starting to think about how portfolios go together; how colours tell a story and implementing narrative through photographs in a way I hadn't earlier. It's interesting to see what other people find interesting about my work.

I have an annoying tendency to talk down my music stuff in "arty" audiences. It's very easy to be self-deprecating as it's not carefully planned, meticulously executed art - it's about mood, energy and moment. Does that make it less valuable? Still, I picked up some compliments - but the cynic in me suggests that that is just because it's the thing to do. I guess now I have to see if I am invited to another one.

Being mostly embarrassed by my presentation I've of course thrown money at the problem and have ordered some more prints with a plan to show groups of photos together with a greater sense of coherence. How well this will work I don't know yet, but I'm becoming more and more keen on prints. Which is especially odd because a number of people were exhibiting work "on laptop" rather than "in print" and I normally pride myself on being near the cutting edge.

Then I didn't go to badminton and instead mused on how far I've come; how far I have to go; and played some more Battle for Middle Earth.
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It's lunchtime so perhaps I should consider updating LJ. After all it's been a relatively valuable morning that should have saved my employers between £500,000 and £1,000,000. Which is a good days work.

Anyway, last weekend started with a whimper when no-one in the house could be bothered to leave it for any of the choice of nights out; followed by a most excellent 33 1/3 party chez [livejournal.com profile] quondam and then a Sunday of spending too much money on things that will probably be illegal within the next couple of years; then too much cheese; a Monday at home and then the worst, most distracted game of badminton I've ever played.

This week I've done nothing except Infest photos, reading ski pr0n, paying too much money for bike servicing, too much money at MNS and been to London for an exceptionally predictable meeting. This weekend I'm going to spend running, cycling and kayaking (at least that's what I think) which is made amusing by the fact I just pulled something in my back putting the bikes on the back of the car.

However, I'm hoping this weekend helps kickstart the post-Infest diet, or at least will help against the terrible temptations presented by all the left-over food from the party. Mmmm chocolate etc. Next week I also start the artw*nk course I talked about some time ago. This is terribly exciting if for no other reason that I'll get a chance to improve my vocabulary.

This doesn't have the focus I'd hope for; or the rants; or the dreams. Could do better I suppose.

Oh, one final point - I watched Free Enterprise last night which was jolly amusing and not-at-all because I could recognise myself or any of my friends in the characters. That would be terrible and oh so predictable.

WIDATW

Aug. 1st, 2006 09:20 am
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Parts of last weekend were like going back in time - going back home always makes me feel about 16-17 rather than my slightly more advanced years and cycling past places where I learned a lot about people and LRP is bound to bring back memories.

However, what really happened went something like this...

To avoid the weekend rush I headed south on Thursday with two bicylces attached to the back of my car (as the train was both more expensive than a tank of petrol - though it's close! - and there was no way I could handle two bikes) with the rack borrowed from the [livejournal.com profile] boglin/[livejournal.com profile] lupercal collective. Things went well. I teased my speed a little as I didn't want to lose bicycle or sanity with an accident on the M40 or A34 to limited success - I had to stop twice to reattach bicycles. I can assure you that this isn't fun on a main road. Just trust me.

Eventually I got to Southampton where I deposited one bicycle, put up with the third degree about my personal life/weekend plans from my mother (one day I'll tell her then she'll wish she never asked) and headed to Winchester to appear rather sweaty and bedraggled on [livejournal.com profile] kantti's doorstep. Fortunately there was nothing wrong with me that wirewool and a small clothes bonfire couldn't fix, so soon all was well in the world.

Delightful food, delightful company and some work later and it was Saturday.A vague plan to cycle from Winchester to Salisbury and back had been shelved as "too long" so Stockbridge (10-15 miles) was considered a more realistic target. So off we set. Into what the BBC described as "Sun". And it was sun. For the first 5 miles. Then it started spitting. Then raining. Then before you can say "What colour is that car coming around the bend?" she was in a pile on the floor after an emergency-stop-gone-wrong and I was failing to salvage my dignity by also falling off though not as bloodily or spectacularly.

After discovering that small villages don't have pubs, let alone those that sell Hot Chocolate we carried on to Stockbridge. This included the aptly named "Cattle Drovers Hill" which was not pleasant, so by the time we reached Stockbridge we descended (sweat and blood included) on the first pub and had a sit down. Some more cycling, some more hills, some lunch, some tractors and some ice-cream later and we were back. And exhausted.

Obviously the thing to do in these circumstances is to go to Basingstoke, so it was off to Dr Fells to moan about how NIN are crap now and delight in some Skinny Puppy. Nice night, though leaving my car in the local young-person's-recreation-centre did leave me a bit on edge.

Sunday we did some museums - the Great Hall I last visited in 1986 for the Domesday Book exhibition; Westgate and City Museums. The City Museum had some wonderful relief models of how Winchester developed in its early days which I'm always a sucker for; then there was some relaxing, dinner and all too soon it was Monday morning. Worse than that it was a Monday morning when I had to go to Wolverhampton in the rain.

Anyway - must get on with the day now, recover from badminton last night, think a little about Ministry tomorrow and the rest of the week; and pack my ThinkPad off to IBM again. I love it I really do - I just keep breaking it...

For those who are interested our (large) route map is here, and the elevation map (rather exaggerated) is here. 32 miles (give or take) with about 620m worth of climb. It seems so much more on bicycle.

Finally, in the spirit of planning, I'm going to do c2c (140 miles) or Castles and Coast (200 miles) this autumn - any takers?

I need a cycling icon too. This one will do on the basis I am wearing a cycling top but it's not quite the same.

Badminton

May. 18th, 2006 10:25 pm
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We played singles. This was a whole lot more work than doubles - certainly not half as much as some mathematicians might expect.

Next time I might not leave it so long.

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