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I am, obviously, a fan of user-generated content. The old models of top-down publishing within the creative arts are defunct. Because of sites like Flickr and del.cio.us, the web is bristling with new forms of creativity - communities and identities springing up all over the place, exuding life, spontanaeity and 'art'.
rant web2.0 shit content photography art
One thing that I've noticed Miss K doing to me, is leaving tiny comments, then going off and expanding on them extensively in her own weblog. So I'm going to do the same...
urgh
Don't ask me why I was skimming through the shopping channels late last night - I was probably bored or something - but between the compilation CDs and the George Foreman grills, I suddenly found myself gripped by an advert for bid tv.
You will, perhaps, be familiar with my Oh So Envelope Pushing!™ habit of going to the Gents rather than the Ladies whenever I'm dressed up and out. Here, for your enjoyment, is an example of me doing just that...
Sycophantic Backslapping
Is it "attribution"? Or is it "attributation"?
I dunno about you, but I've noticed a trend within blogging for a while - the seemingly inherent need for a poster to feel that what they write is The Absolute Truth From Which There Can Be No Deviation™
Making up new words is fun!
When I tell people what I do for a living - or at least, my job title - it's always met with puzzled faces, followed by the question "Yes, but what do you do?".
You know sometimes you have weeks that catch you unawares?
I'm not entirely sure exactly what I'm trying to say here, but it's something that's generally occupying my head (in a fuzzy way) at the moment - the whole mass democratisation aspect of the 'new web' (as it were). My general concern, at this exact moment in time, is that I'm going to come across as some kind of 'snob' - but fuck it...
community rant photography tranny
Oh boy, nothing like the opinions of a real woman to get the handbags of trannies rattling.
Sally love, I totally agree. But let me expand on that a little...
The problems I have with the current situation in trannyflickr aren't limited to the notions of "shit in the pool" that I ranted about last week. It's not even, I have to say, a question of "quantity over quality" for me. I'm reading through the discussion that's going on at the moment, lamenting over the demands for a "dumping ground" or a place "to host our pictures", and even though there are - in amongst the bleatings - some wise and considered words, I haven't seen too much discussion about "intent".
This is going to sound horrendously pompous of me, and I wouldn't write it if I hadn't been continually worn down over the years by frustrating examples of the sort of emails that I know we all get.
Because it's unplanned, encompases a lot of things that I'm interested in, contains Second Life references, techie stuff, and only mentions crossdressing briefy - if at all. And I'm tired, my typing is at its worst, but hell, at least I'm sober.
An interesting conversation with someone earlier today, that may drift off topic once or twice...
One of the problems of being an online junkie such as myself, is that every time you go away for anything more than a day, you're greeted on your return by numbers like "587" in your unread feeds list in your RSS aggregator.
Oh boy.
Is it just me, or does anyone else watch that thing on Three with its 'state of the art computer software' (Photoshop), and think "This is all just a pile of crap"?
Let me try and go a bit further to explain what I have against Transformation, and what I intend to do.
Do you ever get the feeling that wherever you go, someone's been there before?
self rant web secondlife earlyadopter
Hmm...
Alli Cat sent me a link to a rather interesting little video experiment: http://youtube.com/watch?v=I2MsDogV4g4
Yet I can't quite put my finger on why.
The short answer being: "I'm not angry enough".
On the way back from Leeds the other day, April and I were talking to each other about cliques. Cliques bother me - when I was young, I was permanently skirting around the edges of little cliquey groups at school, jostling from one to the other, but never really being accepted in any of them.
I am not, nor will I ever will be, a photographer like > April - someone who can master a scene around them, manipulate the light and people to create a tableaux of gargantuan expressiveness. Someone who's camera becomes an extension of themselves, and who can capture the essence of a moment in vivid, crisp starkness, pushing people to see themselves in a completely new light.
rant photos photography secondlife tranny
It should be pretty obvious by now, just how much I detest the way that a consumerist-based model has encroached its insipid way into much (if not all) aspects of life.
rant trade-unions lefty politics
Working, as I do, in a high-rise building, much of my day is spent going up and down in lifts. Not such a bad thing really, but sometimes other people's lift-usage really narks me.
Every now and again, when I'm walking to the shops (to buy booze, natch), I run through things in my head - things that occasionally I expand on here. Tonight, I was thinking about bisexuality - or at least, what I mean when I say "I'm bisexual" - but I wasn't going to write it down. Not just yet anyway.
sexuality lowriturner rant bisexual
(Because someone has to)
Markdown is fun. You may prefer HTML or Textile, but I think > John Gruber is hot, and I like the 'email-based-approach' to it all.
...someone will leave derogatory comments on your website.
I quite like it, when all the online things that I'm interested collide together.
secondlife flickr frustration n00bs rant
Sorry, diverting for a second, I'm currently experimenting with TRESemmé shampoo and conditioner, and so far it's going well. It doesn't feel as thick as when I use my normal Pantene stuff, but it just seems nicer somehow. Not entirely sure about the whole "salon beautiful hair" thing though - I might actually have to go to a salon for that...
A little while back, I got myself into a (tiny) tizz about certain other people being made admins of a certain Flickr group, without even a nod or a wink in my direction.
In today's Guardian, Catherine Bennet writes about the gender imbalance and 'blokishness' slant of the (urgh) "blogosphere". Now, you can agree or disagree with her as much as you want (I happen to agree - even just a cursory glance at the comments that have been made so far seems to resemble a bunch of sabre-rattling, oafish, gout-ridden buffoons, their monocles popping out of their eyes and their port spluttering out of their pursed lips, at the audacity of this woman to burst into their virtual working man's club and question their authority), but the focus of my internal debates about the piece rested more on how the (urgh) "blogosphere" almost always gets reduced in the Press to the political (urgh) "blogosphere".
Sometimes, you want to grab the Internet by the lobes and pull it as far into your face as you possibly can, and scream into its eardrums.
Why, please God tell me, did the woman in front of me in the "10 Items Or Less" queue at Sainsburys think that 17 items (I counted) <= 10?
When I was young (not that I'm not young now you understand. I mean "younger", obviously), I was your usual run-of-the-mill 6th-form art student.
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