Sunday 27 November 2011

Dave

In 'The Book of Dave', and the exact same thing has happened to me, Dave sees a sign for a 'Giant Golf Sale'. As I am sure all would feel inclined to do, both of us were intrigued and headed toward the 'Giant Golf Sale'. Unfortunately on arrival we were met by display cabinets and shelves filled with miniature golf clubs and other tiny golfing tackle. Anyone could understand the disappointment in being duped by toyist falsity. Mos of my adult life has been a largely futile hunt for authenticity. Seldom have I found it. Indeed, my initial interest in furniture was sparked not by the antique or a nostalgia for times when things weren't so scary nor by any study of the topography of the living room. Yes, in recent years, in attempts to negotiate expeditions around  the house I have drawn up complex maps which I study before my journeys begin. These adventures in to the wilderness can take many weeks, often having to make camp under the dining table or hold up in the wardrobe, sitting out carpet dust storms and other freak domestic meteorological conditions. The detritus left from these journeys, like the Everest mountaineers garbage mountain is often mistaken for fly tipping, an activity few condone. No, neither history nor geography was my inspiration. I saw in the early work of designer makers an almost superhuman attention to detail. Often the works only became clear in the flesh, so well executed they seemed without flaws. All previous furniture I had seen had either signs of entropy in flaking polish or peeling veneers or in lower quality work , splits or unmet joints, even glue marks. These all give the game away. Tell tale signs that they are made. Signs of fakiery. Signs of toyism. Just as the action man sized doll I had as a child that caught the likeness of Lee Majors was not the real six million dollar man but a mere likeness, an efigy, a false idol, a toy. The best of the work was close to the truth found in trees, animals, almost authentic. In recent months I have noticed an increase in plasticity, an increase in toyism. I went a whole day where all I heard were cover versions of songs churned out by the X factory, none of them real, all toyist constructs. In these days of increased toyism I find it helpful to carry protective tools to assess the quality of ones surroundings and the objects one encounters. A block plane is handy to remove the outer layer of flat surfaces revealing the core substrate or truth within. Paint is the invisibility cloak of the toyist, it hides a multitude of sins.
For two months, three weeks and four days I have been stuck in my encampment. The stairs alone took several days to ascend. Carpet had been tacked down with steel pins to a timber core. The overhang of each tread presented a gravity problem for a climber like me with only basic skills. Fortunately I found that at either side of the carpet covering each riser fibres could be pulled and unravelled from the main body of the weave providing ropes for purchase. These should prove handy for my descent where I plan to abseil.

Gary Speed RIP

Haven't been near the computer for days but felt utterly winded by the terribly sad news that Gary Speed has taken his own life. His playing career included over 500 premier league games, his days at Leeds United are particularly fondly remembered. The midfield trio of Speed, Strachan and MacCaliester were formidable. Winning the old first division title in its' last year as one of the greatest Leeds sides. What makes it all the more shocking is his career as a manager and pundit has been successful. Many footballers struggle to find purpose after they stop playing leading to later life problems. Speed, though, is Wales manager and was in command of a great generation of players, the best Wales side seen in my lifetime. Yesterday he was a guest on BBC 1s' Football Focus and appeared completely normal. Other guests and friends who saw him there say he was talking of the future, his boys football skills and thier future. It all seems impossible. An intelligent man, universally liked, with beautiful wife, children, wealth and security, purpose, a successful career. Deeply upset here at Skreeworld. Sincere thoughts go out to his family.

Tuesday 22 November 2011

http://www.loverugbyleague.com/news_6660-2011-season-review-in-lego.html

http://www.loverugbyleague.com/news_6660-2011-season-review-in-lego.html

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Perhaps it is just me but major change is afoot. Finding that Skreeworld itself is built on false information has caused a rethink on all areas of activity. Out in the real world western liberal democratic capitalism is proving to be flawed; all the wealth has risen to the top and we have hit stasis. Occupy are unlike any other recent protest movement. They are right to try bring faults in the system that those in positions of power are oblivious to in to the spotlight, even if St Pauls and the Christian religion aren't the target of the protests. David Camerons government are clueless as are Labour in how to tackle the economic situation. Both keep holding up sustainable growth as being the objective to aspire to. Clearly this is an impossibillity with finite resources; no mainstream politician dare accept reality. With our leaders in such transparent denial it is up to us to attempt to present them with the truth. They may not have the strength or even the intelect to consider alternatives but they will be obsolete once the delayed inevitable transpires.
The search for the Higgs looks to be coming to a close. All but the last few bucketfulls of possibility have been drawn from the swimming pool and still no Higgs to give mass to hold everything together. Our reality doesn't stick together, at least through the lens of quantum mechanics. Meanwhile Einstein appears to be wrong, time isn't what we thought. Neutrinos travel back through it. The retests taking place as I type so far confirm the story that barely made page 6 in the broadsheets.
It seems we don't know what is going on. Exciting times.

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Friday 4 November 2011

Tuesday 1 November 2011

Cyber Trash

One thing I have enjoyed about Skreeworld has been looking back to see where I was a year ago. There may well no biography but the mass of postings will float about in cyberspace for eternity. In the distant future, cyber archeologists may discover Skreeworld and wonder just what the fall of liberal capitalist democracy was like. How people lived way back in the twenty noughties and teens will be researched. This is only if the cyber trawlers sent in to cyberspace to clear up all the debris pass over the jewels left by Skreeworld mistaking it for cyber trash. If you a cyber archeologist reading this for the first time I would like to say hello. Please don't take it all too seriously and enjoy.


PS. If you have worked out how to reanimate people with your special future computer skills please feel free to bring me back. I'd love to know how things worked out for mankind. It all seems quite worrying with our polar icecaps melting. We've only made our first steps in to space exploration and as yet haven't met any lifeforms from other planets. It isn't all bad though so don't think I'll be moaning about owt. If you are getting this and can send messages backwards through time please send me a message. It seems we haven't got time understood yet, still clinging to the old Einstein theory largely but there is some research suggesting that is all wrong. It isn't that long ago we thought the Earth was flat. Anyway, its good to talk and see you soon,

all the best

Skree x