Smallritual

HTML blog archive April 2003

30th April 2003

longboard exhib and comp raising money for surfers against sewage

i'd enter the board design comp but the prize is a holiday from surf south west and they'd say "oh no not him"... :)

Posted by Steve at 10.05pm


30th April 2003

From this month's Creative Review, the explanation for those Bush and Esso bashing subverts on the tube. It all started with a poetry writing competition in the Greenpeace offices at Christmas: the staff challenge was to write spoof poems about George W Bush and oil giant Esso. Greenpeace thought the results so good that they turned them into a guerilla ad campaign, only coming clean about their antics a couple of weeks ago. Creative Review's favourite is one I missed:

Sing a song of Esso

Sing a song of Esso
a packet full of lies
and oily greasy dollars
to help the climate fry
When the wallet opened
George Bush began to sing
"The planet may be burning
but I don't see a thing"

The boss is in the counting house
counting out his money
Bush is in the White House while
the weather's going funny
so let us now suggest to you
that when you see their logo
do something for our planet Earth
and don't go buying Esso

Posted by Steve at 9.15pm


23rd April 2003

maybe they were denying the flesh for lent... :D

Posted by Steve at 11.11pm


23rd April 2003

my favourite picture of daniel and miriam

Posted by Steve at 11.10pm


23rd April 2003

by the way... my work contract got renewed for at least another six months. i'll still be working on the Barclays tower, but on the layouts of the standard office floors now the special floors are nearly complete [as far as the architects' part is concerned, that is]. so my financial position will be much improved. the people are great, the work's fine, it's just the journey to canary wharf...

Posted by Steve at 10.25pm


23rd April 2003

wish daniel had blogged these stories when the grace lent blog was running

Bible Writing

Posted by Steve at 10.25pm


23rd April 2003

"How are these people formed? What combination of parenting, and weather, and genetics, and ideology makes them so different from me, gives them the hunger to see their visions turned into action, into dollars and blood?"

speaks for me too

Posted by Steve at 10.25pm


21st April 2003

Now you can see my holiday photos aka Eclipse Story. As mentioned earlier, these pages are a kind of meditation on where I came from and have got to, inspired by the fact that these beaches are the start and end points of the Eclipse poem. Cleethorpes is the 'boyhood beach' - I lived 50 yards from the beach, separated only by the railway line. The crossing is the one I would cross as a child. Porthmeor beach at St. Ives is where I saw the total eclipse of 1999. I was trying to tell a story using images only, as they presented themselves to me. When I got to St. Ives I found it hard to focus on the storyline as I had intended it, but that in itself is part of the story. It came out OK in the end.

Posted by Steve at 11.10pm


15th April 2003

Saw this subvert at Westminster tube on the way to work. Rather expensive, and must've been paid for - it's not in a place you can flypost. Click on the thumbnail for a image sized so you can read it.

Posted by Steve at 11.30pm


15th April 2003

See, I did. You missed it.

Posted by Steve at 12.46am


15th April 2003

I don't really know why I wrote all that stuff about Delirious. It wasn't what I wanted to talk about. I might delete it. I was walking home tonight, and was amazed by how the trees come straight up out of the ground. Earth is weird.

Posted by Steve at 12.45am


13th April 2003

In England when something goes wrong we often say "it's gone pear-shaped". "I should have been there by now but everything's gone pear-shaped." But what was it that first went pear-shaped?

Posted by Steve at 10.05pm


13th April 2003

So what becomes of spirituality when you are too tired to hold a coherent thought? When you can't pray with closed eyes for fear of falling on the person next to you? When you can't pray with open eyes, for all the headlines on the newspapers around you? When the only vacant space on the train is inside your head?

The full article here.

Posted by Steve at 7.55pm


6th April 2003

Got back from St. Ives late last night, spent much of today scanning photographs. I'm making a kind of photographic meditation on where I started from and where I am now, inspired by the fact that my holiday took me from one to the other of the beaches in the eclipse poem. Got some great images, all I need is MORE TIME!

Incidentally my grandmother seemed quite capable of reaching 100.

Posted by Steve at 11.15pm

<< March 2003 | top | May 2003 >>

compass