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I’ve been doing the photo thing for a while now, but I haven’t really announced it and some people have been asking where they can see them.

You can see them here.

I am trying to get them to add a byline for photographs, and while they have been receptive it hasn’t happened yet. So here’s a list of the galleries that have come from my lens:

• Goccia, Wagyu & Solas (Fri, Apr 13)
• Puma Fashion Show
• Shortee Blitz @ Dragon-i
• The Hoxtons @ Armani Bar
• Marina Rinaldi
• Goccia & Solas (Fri, Mar 23)
• Finds (Bombay Sapphire)
• Kate Monroe @ Drop
• Bon Sinclar @ Dragon-i

And there you have it. Some of these, the ones I’ve personally liked, have filtered onto Flickr, and hopefully more will soon.

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For added amusement, check out the reason this was made. And how backwards it is. Or maybe appropriate. Everything eats itself in the end.

In fact, I’m going to make a prediction! That’s right, people, prophecy. Here it is:

In a parallel universe, one day, the twin titans of YouTube and Facebook will be anthropomorphized as giant robots with cat-ears and tiny subtitles and will duel to the death for the soul of Steve Jobs. They will destroy each other, and Jobs will go on to become undisputed autarch of yet another universe, where everything appears at right angles. He will hang himself.

The best thing about quantum theory is that it’s impossible to be wrong. Though I could be wrong about that.

In other news, I’ve decided that eating is regressive and am subsisting entirely on coffee and the inverse square of job satisfaction.

So after I had a chat with my dad the other night — in which I told him that the Lifestyle photogigs didn’t seem to be materialising and I had more-or-less given up on them — guess who gives me a call just as I’m about to leave work?

Swedish Nutter: HEY MAN HOW YOU DOING?! Listen, you busy tonight?
Me: Uh, kind of—
SN: DJ So-and-so is at Dragon-i tonight, it’s going to be THE BIGGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR! Yeah! You have to come, we got you on the list, take photos!
Me: Uh…..
SN: He is the best house DJ EVER!!! Party will be getting started at 12.30, text me when you get here! You will be on THE LIST!!! YEAH!!
Me: Uh……… wait, 12.30?!
SN: Great! *click*

The sacrifices I make for my art (and a few hundred bucks). Anyway, a quick fortifying bevvy at 71 on the way (the usual oddjob crowd: WKW’s ex-Art Director, Johnny To’s sound guy, another TV-B producer (who loves the Yukon for some reason), some students and the fencing master from last weekend…) and I show up and it’s a fucking MOB. Everything I could ever hate in a club, packed into a very small, sweaty place. The average net worth of every shoulder I rub probably exceeds that of the bar itself, and there are damp arse-faced Russian models draped over every late-middle-aged Armani arm in the place.

I got some nice photos which I will post later this afternoon, and add a link here. >> Link

All-in-all, very odd. I have seen how the other half get down, and it’s really not that different from the rest of us, they just pay a lot more. $90 drinks? Yeah right, bub. I can be sneered at by bankers and beautiful women for far less than that.

Get home at 3am. 45 minutes late for work this morning. Coffee… need… more…

Out all Sat night. See play. (The Yonic Rants. Don’t ask.) Dance. Witness drama (natch – appropriate). Go see musicians. Chat with some sword master about playing go on the internet. Get home 7am. Sleep until 9pm. Decide (such brilliance!) can’t sleep now, stay up, makes sense, me so smart! Workday ~72.6% completely and with luck head will stay attached to neck despite best efforts of gravity.

Occupying reading David Bordwell on Matthew Barney (reminding me of my Greenaway days… sigh, I need to play the Drowning By Numbers drinking game again, but with who?). Saw one of these somewhere, once, maybe excerpts. Can’t remember. Also Psychoanalytic Investigation of Survival Horror Games (aka Resident Evil v Silent Hill: Freud/Lacan (Post-)Structuralist Celebrity Deathmatch).

Someone should do a diegetic analysis of MGS2 and that underrated “Eternal Darkness” thing. Me? Nah.

Some more random links.

And since I’m rambling, and the point of rambling is to ramble, I’ll ramble you a quote on my way out.

For more information about String theory, read a book about it. DC

Some of my own soon.

I promise.

This weekend.

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My USB drive broke and I lost a big project.

… :(

So I have moved into an apartment—finally—and am starting to feel somewhat settled again. More or less. It’s a nice place in Happy Valley, somewhat smallish but nicely decorated and the flatmate (who I privately call YAK - Yet Another Katie) is nice enough.

I have a few semi-written posts lined up that I will try to put up in the next few days. It’s easier now since I have a computer at home and I do my own stuff without people harassing me all the time to “do work” or whatever.