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1. Adventures
2. Sugar
3. VHS Tapes
4. Colour
5. Speed
"Look. I just want to tape you, all night, yeah.
Look. I just want to tape you, all night, yeah." - N.E.R.D., 'Tape You'
Like Dr. Frasier Crane, many months ago I moved to a new city. Now a lot of people, a lot of haters, say that Ipswich isn't a city, that it's a town and nothing more. I disagree, but their infedility to the cause means that in their eyes I haven't moved to a 'new city', I've just moved to THE city. But don't you have to hold back on sayings like "I've moved to the city" for when you end up in New York or London after living in the country? I don't know. It seems a bit of an extravagent announcement to make.
Frasier left behind his ex-wife, his son and his job. I left behind 170 DVDs and a wardrobe with mirrors on the front. Our lives are practically identical. Whilst he dabbles in popular psychology on his radio show, I mingle in the crowd of student journalists, pretending to be interested in a career. Occasionally I do some work. We're both on the long road of life perpetually heading towards our death, which I imagine to be less of a road, and more of a small floral roundabout somewhere in Middle America.
My point is, what is moving to a new city, what is walking along this road? An adventure, and that is precisely what Iain Rawson, co-admin of wideasleep facilities and chairman of the network council, has comissioned me to rant on about. The fact that he currently has no admin privileges at all because he lost at a game of miniature golf has nothing to do with it. However, I was 5 under-par and beat him by 7 shots, so it is humiliating enough to mention.
So, adventures. We have another one in sunny Spain coming up in July, which with 3 more people than last time promises to be more crazy than ever. I know for Iain just getting on the plane last time was a bit of an adventure, and for others it may have been that whole deal with the horse (?) or the melon (!). The time I went to Glasgow on my own for the day was an adventure, as is driving around the Rocky mountains in Canada, and walking on a glacier. The sheer diversity of adventurism is weighing heavily on my creativity. I feel like I'm back to writing the Randall's Challenge pieces, and that was some tough writing right there. Penning this article is adventure enough for today, afterwards I'll have to lie down with a glass of ice water and breath deeply for a while.
I'm writing this in the heart of the operation. In the nucleus of the network, surrounded by throbbing possibilities and untamed passion. This is WAN HQ, which next year is going to be at No. 18, and it promises to be sweet. Obviously we're sweet enough already but sugar is something that comes out quite frequently at WAN HQ. I'm not sure what exactly got Curls hooked on the white stuff, but he does it in the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen and in the workplace. He's done powder, icing, cubes and crystals. Last night, after finishing a bountiful plate of Chinese takeaway he consumed four heaped teaspoons of Glucose. Now I haven't done enough research into the abuse of sugar/glucose to be worried about him, but my god, that's the diet of a crazy person right there. Writing about it kind of makes me want a sugar crystal though, I have a box of them at home and they taste like happiness.
Which reminds me I need to talk about VHS tapes. The variance in quality between VHS tapes is incredible sometimes. I used to put it down soley to the age of the cassette in question, but recently, quite disturbingly, I have witnessed examples contrary to my beliefs. For example, whilst playing the innnovative and hastily-created Robocop drinking game, I noticed the quality of the tape. For a film that was released in 1987, it was almost spot-on. It really shamed the likes of the Star Wars trilogy, as much as that may baffle you into disbelief. Therefore I am inclined to consider that age is only one slice of the pie, only one factor in the equation to the formula that decides the quality of the visual experience. You have to consider the manufacturer of the cassette and the exact brand of tape used, how the materials were stored before and after they were purchased (including factors like exposure to sunlight, gravel and dust) and how many times they've been played. It's not worth going into at all is it, we should all just watch DVDs. They have much better colour anyway.
Finally, the length of time it takes to write an article. The length of time it took to write this one? 3 hours. The speed? 0.33 articles per hour. Strangely, there are usually much more work than features. Features you should have to research for weeks, draw from many different sources and create a rounded effort that has many interesting aspects to it. Features aren't like that here. Articles have evolved into something much more than simple accounts and news, they've devolved into frivolity and delirium. All of this begs the questions: Which way is up and which way is down? How do we know if we're going backwards or forwards, or spinning around in cricles? Circles, always with the circles.
Written by J. King, ideas by I. Rawson
"Look. I just want to tape you, all night, yeah.
Look. I just want to tape you, all night, yeah." - N.E.R.D., 'Tape You'
Like Dr. Frasier Crane, many months ago I moved to a new city. Now a lot of people, a lot of haters, say that Ipswich isn't a city, that it's a town and nothing more. I disagree, but their infedility to the cause means that in their eyes I haven't moved to a 'new city', I've just moved to THE city. But don't you have to hold back on sayings like "I've moved to the city" for when you end up in New York or London after living in the country? I don't know. It seems a bit of an extravagent announcement to make.
Frasier left behind his ex-wife, his son and his job. I left behind 170 DVDs and a wardrobe with mirrors on the front. Our lives are practically identical. Whilst he dabbles in popular psychology on his radio show, I mingle in the crowd of student journalists, pretending to be interested in a career. Occasionally I do some work. We're both on the long road of life perpetually heading towards our death, which I imagine to be less of a road, and more of a small floral roundabout somewhere in Middle America.
My point is, what is moving to a new city, what is walking along this road? An adventure, and that is precisely what Iain Rawson, co-admin of wideasleep facilities and chairman of the network council, has comissioned me to rant on about. The fact that he currently has no admin privileges at all because he lost at a game of miniature golf has nothing to do with it. However, I was 5 under-par and beat him by 7 shots, so it is humiliating enough to mention.So, adventures. We have another one in sunny Spain coming up in July, which with 3 more people than last time promises to be more crazy than ever. I know for Iain just getting on the plane last time was a bit of an adventure, and for others it may have been that whole deal with the horse (?) or the melon (!). The time I went to Glasgow on my own for the day was an adventure, as is driving around the Rocky mountains in Canada, and walking on a glacier. The sheer diversity of adventurism is weighing heavily on my creativity. I feel like I'm back to writing the Randall's Challenge pieces, and that was some tough writing right there. Penning this article is adventure enough for today, afterwards I'll have to lie down with a glass of ice water and breath deeply for a while.
I'm writing this in the heart of the operation. In the nucleus of the network, surrounded by throbbing possibilities and untamed passion. This is WAN HQ, which next year is going to be at No. 18, and it promises to be sweet. Obviously we're sweet enough already but sugar is something that comes out quite frequently at WAN HQ. I'm not sure what exactly got Curls hooked on the white stuff, but he does it in the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen and in the workplace. He's done powder, icing, cubes and crystals. Last night, after finishing a bountiful plate of Chinese takeaway he consumed four heaped teaspoons of Glucose. Now I haven't done enough research into the abuse of sugar/glucose to be worried about him, but my god, that's the diet of a crazy person right there. Writing about it kind of makes me want a sugar crystal though, I have a box of them at home and they taste like happiness.
Which reminds me I need to talk about VHS tapes. The variance in quality between VHS tapes is incredible sometimes. I used to put it down soley to the age of the cassette in question, but recently, quite disturbingly, I have witnessed examples contrary to my beliefs. For example, whilst playing the innnovative and hastily-created Robocop drinking game, I noticed the quality of the tape. For a film that was released in 1987, it was almost spot-on. It really shamed the likes of the Star Wars trilogy, as much as that may baffle you into disbelief. Therefore I am inclined to consider that age is only one slice of the pie, only one factor in the equation to the formula that decides the quality of the visual experience. You have to consider the manufacturer of the cassette and the exact brand of tape used, how the materials were stored before and after they were purchased (including factors like exposure to sunlight, gravel and dust) and how many times they've been played. It's not worth going into at all is it, we should all just watch DVDs. They have much better colour anyway.
Finally, the length of time it takes to write an article. The length of time it took to write this one? 3 hours. The speed? 0.33 articles per hour. Strangely, there are usually much more work than features. Features you should have to research for weeks, draw from many different sources and create a rounded effort that has many interesting aspects to it. Features aren't like that here. Articles have evolved into something much more than simple accounts and news, they've devolved into frivolity and delirium. All of this begs the questions: Which way is up and which way is down? How do we know if we're going backwards or forwards, or spinning around in cricles? Circles, always with the circles.
Written by J. King, ideas by I. Rawson