Monthly Archives: February 2008

Should I buy ‘alchemy’ or ‘shyster’?

del.jpgAfter all, they’re both $7.  It’s difficult to decide.

Jason at the office pointed me to something called The Big Word Project this morning (via this blog).

It’s the brainchild of a couple of students from Northern Ireland who, the site tells us, “are exploring what different words mean to different people”.  This is how they’re doing it:

“The project allows you to purchase a word from our list to represent your site. Your site will then represent this word in our list and when people click on it, they will be taken to your site. The project is aimed at changing definitions and creating a new tapestry of words, meaning altogether different things.”

Words cost $1 per letter.  So, were I to buy the words ‘con’ and ‘trick’ I’d pay Paddy and Lee $8, for which I’d receive two links from their homepage to websites of my choice.  They claim that I’d then be redefining the meaning of the words ‘con’ and ‘trick’.  They’d no longer relate to unscrupulous people using the gullibility of others for financial gain.  Oh no, they be defined by my websites.  Of course they would.

There are currently 697 active words, so I reckon the boys are about $3,000 up at the moment. 

And that’s assuming the PayPal payment’s entirely legitimate…screen looks odd to me.

I’m not in love, so don’t forget it…

…it’s just a silly phase I’m going through.



Comfy love?  Happy Valentine’s Day.

My BlackBerry and I have been together a little over a week now. It’s been a whirlwind. For months…no, years…I’ve been resisting the whole mobile email thing.  I’d convinced myself that I liked being offline; that the time I spent away from email was time I could spend thinking, creating, ruminating. 

Of course, that was total and utter bollocks.

The time I spent away from email was time I spent fretting about what urgent matters were dropping into my inbox that would lead to chaos in the international financial markets; the opportunities that, unless responded to immediately, would slip through my fingers like an oil-coated diamond in the ocean.

People talk about the BlackBerry as the CrackBerry.  It’s unhealthily addictive, they say.  It’s not, of course.  It’s email that’s the true addiction…and I got hooked on that many years ago.  Now, instead of the addict desperately worrying about where his next hit is coming from, I have the comfort of a nice fat wrap in my trouser pocket. 

I’m not sure that analogy’s very positive.

But really, it’s great.  I travel quite a bit and now, instead of the binge email sessions I indulge in when I’m online, I have a drip-feed throughout the day.  It’s better.

And then, even as I was as happy as a puppy with a hosepipe (and believe me, they love ’em) she (for she is a she) gets even more useful.

Yesterday morning, after days of steady decline, my good lady wife was in a right old state.  Fever, snot, cough, sweats…the whole bit.  Couldn’t get out of bed.  No, she genuinely couldn’t get out of bed.  Even I had to accept that.  The kids are on half-term, there’s horse-riding to get to, painting to do and I’ve got work aplenty.  OK, so it was all a bit mad, but we managed, and the dear BB played her part magnificently.

Sorry, must go.  She’s winking at me.

Holy hypocrite

holymoly220.jpgI see in Media Guardian this morning that Holy Moly – the not quite as a good as Popbitch purveyor of filthy celeb gossip – has decided to stop using certain paparazzi pictures because, “both reader and the publisher alike are getting a bit uneasy about it all…”

I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing.  In fact if the world’s paparazzi was enticed onto an old oil tanker by a promise of a glimpse of Matt Damon’s pecker before the deception was revealed, the ship holed and all aboard sent to the bottom of the ocean, it might be regarded as a positive thing for the planet (clearly I’m disregarding the environmental impact of a rusty old tanker sinking.  I would recommend a thorough cleaning first…Cilit Bang should do the trick).

But when you raison d’etre is dealing in salacious celeb gossip, surely this is biting the hand that feeds?  Though presumably there’s a perceived moral line between the written word and pictures.  The anonymous creator of Holy Moly said, “It’s not funny anymore and to get any sort of pleasure out of it feels a bit seedy.” 

Was he talking about the pictures or his website?

Maybe it’s time for Holy Moly to go up in holy smoke.