Arnold, Aliens and Avatar, three in a row?
I’m not a great film buff. I can’t discuss the finer points of film noir or indie cinema with you or anyone else. But I do enjoy watching films. I could give you a long list of movies that I have seen and I have liked. There is also a list that contains films I haven’t liked. This list could be sub-divided into films I have been looking forward to and then been disappointed. One of the reasons for this is that I tend to over-hype the movie to myself. Even if the movie is better than average I have elevated it to a status that it couldn’t reach. However, twice before I have hyped up a movie and seen it with great hopes and expectations. And twice befo

The world isn’t changing; it has changed
The world has changed, we are no longer where we were. Old models no longer work, and that’s frightening.Old models no longer work,but that’s exciting.Let’s journey. I’ve been pretty busy these last few weeks, hence the disturbing lack of posts, or perhaps you prefer it that way. There are many changes happening around me at the moment and also changes happening to me and what I do in my conscious hours. There’s something inbuilt in many of us that leads us to fear change. I’m sure it has its own phobic term, however with so many of us prone to it, can it be a phobia. ‘Change

Pondering many things
First up is the theme I’m using here. I’ll probably be changing it in the very near future. I’m in the process of defining the whole ‘why’ of this blog. As a consequence of this, things may well look a little different in the next few weeks. Second, is the fact that my son has just whited out his face and added a black star to go to a fancy dress party as a memebr of Kiss. About *cough* *cough* years ago, I did a similar thing but had a lightning bolt to make me look like David Bowie on the cover of Aladin Sane. Those who don’t learn from history are destined to repeat it? Or perhaps those who have a digital camera won’t be destined to rep

Getting old: nostalgia and narkiness
I spent last Friday evening enjoying an evening of nostalgia. BBC Four showed a program called Synth Britannia. This was all about the UK music industry and how the arrival of affordable synths and post punk gloom got together to make a new sound. This was what I grew up with. It was a joy to watch Gary Numan, John Foxx and Daniel Miller share their memories. And I’m sure a joy for all those involved to sit amongst all those ageing analogue synths. At times I did feel old, but at other times I enjoyed laughing along with my daughter at Midge Ure’s excuse for a moustache.  I still can’t quite decide wh

Can’t see the wood for recycled trees
One person can only take so much. One person can only do so much. Jesus was only one person. Thank God. I don’t think I’ve been coping too well with everything that has come my way recently. If I was a little younger I’m sure I’d be an emo or goth bemoaning the state of my sordid existence, but then if I lived in Palestine or Rowanda I may have a little more perspective than my comfortable western lifestyle allows. So perhaps the eyeliner and back combed hair will go on the back burner – no comments please. I’m still trying to find the ultimate solution to organisation, from David Allen’s GTD to Stephen Cove