tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40172862024-03-17T05:52:41.868+11:00dataphage:blogan attempt to focus a fuzzy mindTom Cardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241993060644607353noreply@blogger.comBlogger335125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-5995302582006696092023-10-15T11:07:00.001+11:002023-10-15T11:07:38.427+11:00My part in the end of the (coherent) world<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifNjVwpmoQKtPZHM8sCIJoqyfHspi8EcLJdr-fdy6UtIdnzVyu8eHUNKPYQz3xT4fLlu6jQZdz9Fom966QFT7IEwaqkV__0ZaZyZ0H7-ImXD319Z3LRf2RS6WFGsThwAloUxT-twn7P0Ya-Pg5JIsbaLs8_hAov7QEmyhIvIzz0zoO-2O9nBTQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="971" data-original-width="1295" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifNjVwpmoQKtPZHM8sCIJoqyfHspi8EcLJdr-fdy6UtIdnzVyu8eHUNKPYQz3xT4fLlu6jQZdz9Fom966QFT7IEwaqkV__0ZaZyZ0H7-ImXD319Z3LRf2RS6WFGsThwAloUxT-twn7P0Ya-Pg5JIsbaLs8_hAov7QEmyhIvIzz0zoO-2O9nBTQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /> My observations of reality are leading me to the conclusion that it is a fragile and delicate item in which my position is shifting and uncertain. This effect is particularly noticeable in the extreme presence or absence of those elixirs that that once enhanced its nuances. In their absence nuance fades into a beige neutrality. In their extreme presence it is an overwhelming riot of stimulus, an unmanageable riot of excess. Moderate consumption is now almost as impossible as total abstinence; I rush from a single serving to over-consumption at such a pace as the once enjoyable lingering in liminal states is abandoned in favour of a drive toward an objectively harmful final state. I drive at this with complete disregard for my own frailty and awful neglect of those around me.<p></p><p>This appears to be both a symptom and a cause of the general decay that should not be regarded as the whole, or dismissed as insignificant. Consensus also cannot be trusted as evidenced by its apparent absence from the world at large. The world as reported back to me continues to be apalling and in such sharp decline that no-one appears to be ready to tackle it as to do so would be to acknowledge the deficits current authority is built on and to undermine them in remedy. It is all coming to an almost inevitably nasty conclusion in which everyone alive will play a small part. I am 47 years old and I cannot summon much optimism to continue except to document those moments that challenge the slide into chaos and despair or chronicle those that highlight it. </p><p>This is my part in the end of the (coherent) world.</p>dataphagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00296421552388606155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-30759925491224198302022-11-05T07:45:00.001+11:002022-11-05T07:45:35.128+11:00Desolate table: local psychographic node notification<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div>Psychogeograpic node. </div><div>Type: wildlife seasonal inconvenient</div><div>Duration: single season</div><div><br></div><div>A pair of masked lapwings began nesting in the middle of a sports field re-turf. </div><div><br></div>dataphagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00296421552388606155noreply@blogger.com092 Abbott Rd, North Curl Curl NSW 2099, Australia-33.7648241 151.2866-33.765270055794844 151.28606355819701 -33.764378144205153 151.28713644180297tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-60833634106686059112021-09-22T11:08:00.000+10:002023-10-15T11:09:07.053+11:00Back into the world...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCZOiBuF0EMR6dKEL-QeJFi3WBWJyApAxVNHYgyrCQu3WNsaLWdpHAHXOXpmXZ0N9MHa_eZ5Hvg3p8ZfRF0CFVj25C1P7ZnPfFDcdVN9JXWgGyEfNgyC6NyCO2caYK_ue_qlVCw/s4032/PXL_20210922_105801987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCZOiBuF0EMR6dKEL-QeJFi3WBWJyApAxVNHYgyrCQu3WNsaLWdpHAHXOXpmXZ0N9MHa_eZ5Hvg3p8ZfRF0CFVj25C1P7ZnPfFDcdVN9JXWgGyEfNgyC6NyCO2caYK_ue_qlVCw/w640-h480/PXL_20210922_105801987.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Tom Cardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241993060644607353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-80115990012957354692021-08-13T08:20:00.003+10:002021-11-24T12:52:42.507+11:00Another lockdown morning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div><br></div><div>Psychogeograpic node. </div><div>Type: tragic spontaneous</div><div>Duration: semi-permanent human lifetime</div><div><br></div>dataphagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00296421552388606155noreply@blogger.com0Oliver St at Brighton St, Freshwater NSW 2096, Australia-33.770252 151.285004-33.770474965073319 151.2847357790985 -33.770029034926679 151.28527222090148tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-29760023904439966532018-05-17T12:11:00.002+10:002018-05-17T12:11:21.323+10:00Leylines<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spraypainted lines on the footpath and the road act as urban leylines. They point the way to water, energy, concealed gas or effluent; to danger and utility.<br />
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To the uninitiated they draw out an unfamiliar language on the everyday that only indicates that the path on which you walk is about be dug up and you will have to cross the road or walk over a garish obstacle masquerading as a footbridge, navigating patronising marshalling equipment as you go.<br />
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To those that know the city's vital systems are mapped out as veins and arteries, viscera and vessels carrying lymph, bile, vital essences, and transmitting messages from neurone to neurone; an anatomical map painted on the skin of the town.<br />
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The software paradigm infects the idea of real, interfering what measurably exists - some kind of epistemological crisis invoked by describing what is not. Calling forth ideas into form; a new magic. The more an idea is heard the more it is believed, the truer it becomes the more likely it seems to be (real).<br />
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Heading outside after a swim and a shower I put on my headphones to drown out the traffic with music. I was thinking through the day ahead until the same dogged presence was on me again. Removing one earbud I looked back behind me and saw nothing. Perhaps a hint of colour, one of the gym-bunnies in their fluorescent lycra heading inside for a spin class. Nonetheless the sensation continued. Having got into the habit of missing breakfast maybe the source of the problem was missing calories and caffeine.<br />
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After a pit stop at a cafe my nerves were more settled. I dismissed the thought almost entirely. I am simply not interesting enough to be followed. There was a long straight stretch of pavement with nice clear lines of sight, completely empty in both directions and I set off calmly, this new thought in my head. Once again, more slowly this time the feeling crept in; I was being followed by something. I picked up the pace looking in front and then spinning sharply round to see only an empty pavement behind. As I turned back there was a blur of motion and TOOOOOT!!!! A clown had jumped out and blown a child's party tooter in my face. One of the ones with a paper and wire extension that rolls out like a tongue in a cartoon. <br />
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How to explain my alarm? "You look like you've seen a ghost" No, actually it was a clown. A disappearing clown with a party tooter who stalked me for over an hour just to make me jump. I must have sat silently staring at a blank screen for 10 minutes before the air conditioning chilled the sweat on my back enough to bring me to my senses. I don't think I really recovered from the shock of the morning, though I dismissed it quickly enough as a rather odd prank. I had a restless awkward day through which I crept, going outside only unwillingly, constantly on alert for the sight of brightly coloured clothing in my peripheral vision or the distant sound of a size 30 footfall.Tom Cardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241993060644607353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-13420901960592052972016-01-11T12:29:00.000+11:002016-01-11T12:29:23.540+11:00HustleHey, you. Yeah, you.<br />
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Wanna buy some writing? Wanna buy some thinking?<br />
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No? You'll regret it later when you've got nothing to do and you end up numb in front of the TV again.<br />
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No, really?! Well, fuck you then! I hope you suddenly come to in the middle of your reality TV program, see how little reality it contains and your brain dribbles out of your nose because of your ludicrous ineptitude with abstraction.<br />
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Up yours man! On your way.Tom Cardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241993060644607353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-83155991968420248922015-10-21T07:48:00.000+11:002015-10-21T07:49:04.571+11:00This morning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Walk past a "Heavy Plant" warning and wonder vaguely if the trees thought it was for them; if whoever put it up had enough imagination to wish they were putting it on a tree or enough insight to see the irony that heavy plant machinery is commonly used in the removal of heavy plants.<br />
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"This Is Not a Barbie Doll. This Is an Actual Human Being." Not so long ago, images of a young girl washed over the Internet. She was impossibly blonde and impossibly shaped, and surely it was all a masterly work of Photoshop. Right? Michael Idov travels to meet with Eastern Bloc Barbie herself and discovers that her world is far more bizarre and twisted than anything in the photos By Michael Idov April 2014 More: When Human Ken Met Human Barbie Even More: Is Human Barb...</div>
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E When Human Ken, an American whose real name is Justin Jedlica, met Human Barbie , it didn't go exactly as planned. There was no ride in a Beach Cruiser™. No steamy night in the dollhouse. Instead, Justin, 33, a self-described "housewife" who attained his look through 140 procedures, compared Valeria to a "drag queen." · · · So how do you and Valeria know each other? We met at a photo s...</div>
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After mounting a successful crowdfunding campaign on Indiegogo toward the end of last year, Dangerous Things is now ready to ship its xNT implant to consumers later this month. For those of you who may be unfamiliar, the xNT is an ISO/IEC 14443-A and fully NFC Type 2 compliant NTAG216 RFID chipset encased in a 2×12 mm cylindrical USP grade lead-free Schott 8625 biocompatible glass casing. In plain English, that basically means it's a tiny capsule designed to be inserted into your body (usually ...</div>
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Tom Cardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241993060644607353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-40907561379156886192013-12-28T07:54:00.002+11:002014-04-13T07:16:13.022+10:00Lazy post<br />
Ooh look, a lazy blog post. How special.<br />
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Just some things I came across that I noticed.<br />
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Visual effects just keep getting better. However it seems we are now so consumed by consumerism that we're constrained to showcasing creativity as commercials (not that I'd have done anything different).<br />
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Science validates my coffee and beer heavy diet<br />
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<a href="http://arstechnica.com/science/2013/12/caffeine-alcohol-keeps-your-chromosomes-just-right/">Caffeine + alcohol keeps your chromosomes just right</a>Some telomeres are too long, and some are too short. Perhaps striking the right balance of caffeine and alcohol is the key to keeping them just right—as if you needed an excuse to have another hot toddy.</blockquote>
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Cicadas attempt to deafen Sydney. This is the loudest year since I've been here without any question</div>
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<a href="http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw/cicadas-having-a-blast-this-year/story-fni0cx12-1226774566796">Cicadas having a blast this year<br /> </a>Experts say the class of 2013 is already larger and louder than anything NSW has seen or heard for at least 10 years.</blockquote>
Tom Cardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241993060644607353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-1936198770350912582013-11-29T15:31:00.001+11:002013-11-29T15:33:06.881+11:00Theme partyAustralia appears to love theme parties. I have been to more themed parties here than I would have thought reasonable. One was even themed 'the letter W'. I wore a puzzled expression all night and kept asking people, "What? No, really. What?!". I know how to party I do.<br />
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I loathe theme parties. They have the painful combination of over-enthusiasm, limited ability and enforced fun also common to amateur dramatics and office sports teams. <br />
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Theme parties are okay if you're a student in your first year of university and genuinely need a theme to help break the ice, even then they can be treated with a degree of suspicion. I found a wary participation and a willingness to make fun of yourself good idea at that point in life (any point in life come to think of it).<br />
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I can't remember whether it was my university or a friends where I went to a "traffic light party"; if you are attached and not interested in intimate company you wear a red badge or piece of clothing, if open to offers but not actively looking you wear a yellow one, and if you're up for anything you wear green. Inevitably by the end of the night those wearing yellow had drifted off to another party, the greens clung hopefully on, imagining that their shy glances and self-conscious conversational openings would be rewarded by finding someone as awkward as themselves, and all those wearing red had copped off with each other.<br />
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A similar degradation of behaviour is one thing I fear when attending any themed party. That one minute you'll be thinking how fun it will be to wear a big fake moustache and the next you'll find yourself sat next to a bubbling fondue set picking car keys out of a bowl. <br />
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The other major fear is the party-goer who has taken it all a bit too seriously. There is a certain type of person to whom themed parties present an opportunity to show off that they simply cannot resist, and in any case can barely suppress in everyday life. You know the person I mean. The one who can source a pantomime horse costume at twenty minutes notice and, given a little extra time, will also supply a willing volunteer to be the rear-end of same. Not only do these people show all the rest of us up by putting in far too much effort, they somehow do it absolutely stone cold sober and are quite often disgusted by my lack of effort and/or unwillingness to 'get into the spirit of it' until at least mildly inebriated. For some unknown reason these people seem intent on having the most talked about costume - regarding this as some form of moral victory - and so they patrol the room bugging anyone and everyone until they collect even the faintest of compliments. Quite often they will stay sober the entire time. Bastards!<br />
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Tonight, in case you haven't guessed, I have my office Christmas party. It has a Wild West theme (yes indeed, how very festive). I was cajoled into going by a co-worker. It's at a local RSL club a short distance from work. I work in local government. BAH, HUMBUG!!Tom Cardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241993060644607353noreply@blogger.com0Rsl, Dee Why NSW 2099, Australia-33.7500616 151.29003950000003-33.7517121 151.28751800000003 -33.748411100000006 151.29256100000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017286.post-67907866974027550412013-10-10T17:10:00.001+11:002013-10-10T17:10:45.788+11:00Doodling is bad for your productivity<p dir="ltr">I appear to have had my notes interrupted by an inconvenient in-text dragon's nose. I hate it when that happens.</p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">...is that once you've got one you <strike>need</strike> want a few of them. I really like the 7 inch tablet for casual browsing and it's exactly the right size for carrying around, but you can't make phone calls on it. If you want to do work then the 10 inch version is great for a portable device, but bloody hell it's heavy, and bulky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Once you can also write on a tablet - the windows 8 tablet that I've been used has really good handwriting recognition - you also realise that the potential for this to be a go-to bit of kit in place of a notepad is enormous. However there is no way on earth I am going to start lugging around a lump like a 10 inch tablet that weighs the best part of a kilo to meetings out of the office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Once you start writing on a tablet you also notice that the potential for sketching out ideas and even proper drawing is also immense but that the screen-space gets used up really quickly, even with pinch zooming and massive artboard sizes, so you need a <i>really big</i> tablet type monitor at your desk connected up to the graphics packages and a decently beefy CPU.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">So what you need is a mobile for quick lookup and photos/snapshots, 7 inch for notes on the go, a 10 inch for detailed notes and hugemungous creative pad for the heavy lifting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">There are paper ways round this like the Moleskine/Evernote but what they really do is highlight the need for some kind of device that removes the pain of getting work into the digital realm but still allows a a degree of tactility.</span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">What we're coming to is the culmination of a trend that begins with laptops and ends up with a modular and partly wearable set of personal technology. We're heading towards a point where computing isn't just mobile but also augments reality and is on the person; </span><span style="color: #042eee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><u>Google glass</u></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"> <i>is already happening</i> and if they can solve that "looking like a prize idiot" problem I will buy one<i>.</i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The promise of these devices is that they all work together to provide a digitally enhanced reality, the risk is that we will become dependant on them and because of their hardware nature they will proliferate beyond what's actually helpful.</span>
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