The 6x4 vs 3x5 dilemma

Will it really make that much of a difference?
I mean, really?
Will it?
If they are getting cumbersome, I fold the 6x4's in half.
You get a 3x2 booklet effect.
Which is nice.
I suppose it depends on pocket size more than anything.
Especially if I want to keep them in some sort of thin tin.

it isn't just me that uses them y'know

it isn't just me that uses them y'know
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Waiting for me.

By the kettle.

Aww.

xxx

Ideas>Photos>Yoga

Hmm.
When I am driving, I cannot write ideas down.
Sometimes I stop and perform a braindump before it, the idea, vapourises into nothingness.
Sometimes this means making an audio note on my mobile phone, other times it means my writing it on whatever is to hand.
This morning it meant dictating it to J, who was in the back of the car en route to school.





This afternoon saw the previously mentioned photoshoot occurring at the local art gallery.
The purpose being to promote the creative writing project that I will be running soon.
Hopefully the article will get some local people to come forward who knew Helen Bradley.
It'd be a great help.




20.12.07
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Lotto>Schmotto>Daniel'O

What I want to know is...



Why oh why oh why does Daniel O'Donnell keep hawking his evil wares around the airwaves?

He is after all rubbish.

He has now teamed up with some woman called Mary Duff.

Duff is bloody right too.


In the time it took to witness the advert on TV for their new CD, I'd dropped my porridge and was reaching for the breadknife.
Only decision, which first?
My ears off or my eyes out?

On the televisual upside, Tales of the Unexpected was on this morning.
Hopefully this means that there will be a load of them on TV again this Christmas, as there was last year.
Nice.
TV.com has a good review of the episode I saw, The way up to heaven.

Needless to say the Lotto numbers in the pic didn't win.

Otherwise I'd be blogging photos of my new motorbike.
A gold one,
With my new Macbook.
From Antibes.
Or Vegas.




19.12.07
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Old Index Cards #4

Old Index Cards #4
Originally uploaded by Boczkowski

Technically it is number 4.
I s'pose.
Anyway.
These are the index cards that I planned out the scenes on for my play.
For the aforementioned Alfred Bradley Bursary.
That I didn't win.

This is the first, or top, half of the preceding photo.
I like the fact you can see all my crossing outs and additions.
Card Seven became 7, 8 and 9 at some point.
Different colours for different 'things'.
Aids my failing brain.

More to follow.
Bet you can't wait huh?

Barker>Gallery>Photo

Received a call from a local newspaper.



In response to a mass email I did about a creative writing project I will be running locally.



In a school not too far from me.



Enabling New Writing that is inspired by the life and/or work of Helen Bradley.



18.12.07
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Dump > Supermarket > Gallery

OK, I have things to do.
I have to write these things down.
So I remember them.
And can carry them with me.
I have a PDA.
I am scared or losing it.
Or breaking it.
Plus, this is sometimes easier.

I make lists. I have done for years. I've done it for a long, long time. At work, at home, at school, at Uni, personal, private, public. It all went on lists. It still goes on lists. Stuff to do, things to complete, consider, purchase, remember, keep.

Despite the fact I make the lists, a lot of the stuff doesn't get done. Procrastination. Maybe I just like making lists. Perhaps I should have been an archivist of some sort? Anyway, I have started to photograph the index cards I keep the lists on. The lists on the cards sometimes get transposed onto the PDA, sometimes they don't, sometimes vice-versa, it's a bit haphazard to be honest.
Never enough time is there? Maybe I should spend less of it making lists?

This said, I need them. Not in an OCD way, but in a 'this is an externalisation of my failing memory' way.

So, my daughter and I went to the dump with the old baby-stair-gate thing that is now broken and therefore not freecyclable as it is unsafe. I also took the old toaster. Out with the old. She drank her milk in the car and fell asleep as I strained to listen to Radio 4, can't recall the show.

Progressed from the refuse place to the local library and art gallery to view a work by a local artist. I'm doing a project with some local schoolchildren as part of a Masters course. I was doing a reccy of the place and the works prior to our visit there in January 2008. All good. I was impressed to see that the exhibition has paintings by Valette, Lowry and Liam Spencer too.