Send me to sleep, send me to sleep, I’m tired and I, I want to go to bed

This blog is asleep. Perhaps it will wake up one day.
This one over here is wide awake → gilest.org/notes

Twitter is the new songinmyhead

No really, it is, because I sing on Twitter, me. All the time. La la la.

One eye

Bought the latest Monocle (Nov 2008) on a whim (I liked the front cover image). Wondered about a subscription, then found to my utter bafflement that it would cost *more* than just buying the mag in the newsagent every month. This is surely bonkers. I thought subscriptions were supposed to save you a few quid.

Fung

Fung
Dung
Ding
Dong
Dang
Dung
Mung
Ming
Ling
Wing
Sing
Song
Bong
Fong
Fung

Ultimatum

Ultimatum, a poem in photos. It is a poem about blurry errors, washed out colours, and stuff that was no good for Flickr.

Busy Thursday

I am busy:

Bradford has a shape:

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Wines by the glass (for LB)

Wines by the glass (for LB), originally uploaded by sf2london.
Hands up who wants to vomit, and I’ll count, starting with me.

B words

Bradford-bound on a bouncing bus, baked out on Bathcamp buzz. Beyond, brutes beat one another, battling backlash after boundless beers.
Bugger, I’m bushed. Bedtime.

On route to Bathcamp

There are multiple lines of transport running parallel between the hillsides. The river, which carved the valley out. The canal, hugging the contours for comfort. The railway, smugly bridging all its antiquted predecessors. The road, the route that everyone actually uses. The mist covers the hilltops.
I’m not usually this poetic on a Saturday morning. [...]

A Brunel camera for Brunellian photos

You should watch this short slideshow and listen to the speech. David White of nospin had an authentic Brunel-era camera made, so that he could follow in the footsteps of Brunel’s own PR team and take photos of Brunel buildings and constructions around the country. Amazing stuff.