Out of the bad

Out of the bad, and it is bad – ridiculously, stupidly, embarrassingly bad – comes some good.

Step forward, photoshoplooter, whereby images of heinous acts committed over the last few days are turned, via the medium of Photoshop, into embarrassing identikits of the guilty parties.


I could do stuff like this. All I need is Photoshop.

As I write, it seems to be spreading: Manchester, Salford, West Midlands, even mention of Milton Keynes and Mansfield. Looking for positives in all this, Wolverhampton may actually be improved by some violent redesigning.

Tuesday ephemera

ephemera – plural of e·phem·er·on
[ih-fem-uh-ron, -er-uhn]
–noun
1. anything short-lived or ephemeral.
2. ephemera, items designed to be useful or important for only a short time, especially pamphlets, notices, tickets, etc.

And “borrowed” from David Thompson (the idea at least; not the content).

I’ve got a bit of a busy week coming up, which may not leave a lot of time for blogging, so here’s one I did earlier (last night to be exact) with some interesting links I’ve spotted this week, all tucked into one neat blog post for you to enjoy.

It’s a pleasure.

That Masterchef edit on youtube (thanks GaiB) | 5 seconds of every #1 Billboard Hot 100 hit from 1993-2011 (soundcloud) | some more from the amazing Dear Photograph | Since it’s tomato season(?), here are 19 Tomato recipes | Mario Balotelli shows how not to score with a backheel and is promptly substituted | Weird wandering rocks in Death Valley | No more deadarms with the modular ‘Love Mattress‘ | My photo of the sea on Sunday is nice | Brilliant German ads show poor unfortunate workers | Sea Otters hold hands while sleeping so as not to drift apart (Warning: Cute Overload) | And finally: I’ve posted it on twitter several times, but the Time Flies Allan Gray ad is still breathtaking

Enjoy…

“Sky” poem by Anjali Ranu only slightly resembles lyrics of Robert Miles’ 1996 dance track “One and One”

I was just reading through some of the wonderful work on the Literary India website when I happened across this fantastic poem by Anjali Ranu, entitled “The Sky Isn’t Always Blue“.

It’s a deeply soul-searching piece in which Ranu demonstrates her understanding of the nature of life and the fragility of the human spirit; indicating that the river of life will not always flow smoothly and that the effects the travails of our existence may have upon our busy daily routines may prove to be too much for us, as mere individuals, to handle:

The sky isn’t always blue
The sun doesn’t always shine

Equally, however, she permits that understanding to filter down to us, her readers, enabling us to share her knowledge and empower ourselves, recognising that in the face of the difficulties which test our spirit, on occasion, a temporary retreat is not something to be feared:

It’s alright to fall apart, sometimes

A sentiment which she cements thus:

The heart isn’t always true
And I am not always fine
We all have an angry heart, sometimes

It’s powerful stuff, bringing with it the message that no-one is impermeable to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and the disclaimer that there should be no shame in submitting to these onslaughts every now and again.

Ranu ends on the positive thought that support from another entity may carry us forward through these difficulties; that there is a light at the end of the tunnel when we work together, and that the sum of the parts may be greater than the whole, that unity is the solution:

Look how far we have come
One and one still is one
One moon, one star
I love the one we are

A sentiment which brings with it echoes of Robert Miles & Maria Nayler back in 1996:

Much of the rest of Ranu’s work can be found in the motivational statements of various Indian spiritual gurus (compare this with this) and better known poets (this versus this), but “Sky” is the only work I can find which has been… er… “inspired” by an Italian DJ and record producer.

Brisbane: The Span

Those of you who got in touch regarding this post and the incredible photography on the Silent UK site (there were a lot of you) may also be interested in this blog from a similar individual in Australia.

Today’s post showcases the Story Bridge in Brisbane:

There’s plenty more where that came from as well, including (in my humble opinion, anyway) some particularly amazing snaps here and here.

Enjoy!

Caught

Proboscine readers may recall this post about Silent UK, in which I remarked:

I must say, I’ve never really though of trespass as a hobby before and I can’t bring myself to agree with it. I can, however, appreciate some of the fantastic photographic results and the images of otherwise secret history that their naughtiness generates.

And I stand by all of that. But I was still somehow saddened to read today that the protagonists recently got nabbed and of the decision which that has forced upon them:

Regardless of the punishment I am to receive, the irrevocable damage has been done, the confidence built over six years gone. Now even the thought of entering the Underground I have spent the past four years of my life wandering, makes me sick to my stomach. I never want to go through that again, unfortunately the only way to completely avoid this, is to stop. The effect this has had on my life, my studies and even my career has been unbearable. Even as I write this I realise it’s not over, no guarantees that it will end when I next answer bail.

However, they’ve decided to go out with a bang, publishing an account of a recent outing to St Paul’s Cathedral and some absolutely incredible pictures taken while they were there.

And thus, it would appear that Silent UK will not be updated from here on in. I just hope that they keep the site up anyway as some of the photographic work on there is absolutely stunning.