Archive for November, 2009
Recursion
Friday, November 6th, 2009Kinetic Typography
Thursday, November 5th, 2009Kinetic typography is the name given to an animation of the text of some kind of speech or performance. I quite like them, so here are some.
Remember, Remember it’s the 5th of November, and so we start with V’s introduction from V for Vendetta:
Pretty much the most famous example is the “What?” scene from Pulp Fiction:
The funniest – assuming you like quickfire wordplay, and you may be in the wrong place if you don’t – is the classic Who’s On First?
and the least comfortable is the Chemical Burn from Fight Club
but there are loads more.
Musical Interlude: David Ford – Cheer Up, You Miserable Fuck
Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009NaGeUpMo
Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009Hello November.
November is a time of the leaves drifting from the trees; of the colours of autumn washing out to the starkness of winter; of cold, rainy winds and bright, brittle sunshine.
It’s also the traditional months of National Novel Writing month (NaNoWriMo, write a novel in a month), the less-demanding National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo, write a blog post every day for a month), the even less demanding – on the presumption it’s possible for you – Movember (Grow a ‘tashe in a month) and a few others. It’s a time to regain your position on the tracks after the washout that was October. It has greatness, stuff will happen. It will be a Glorious November, One To Remember!
Even Guy Fawkes wanted to start the new world order in November.
Obviously, I’m participating in none of this stuff. I’m going to continue with my minor resolution to update this a bit more. I’m on the sniffly, sore throat ramp up to being horribly ill somewhere in the near future unless my immune system kicks in to overdrive, which I’ve managed to time well, since I was off work last week on holiday. If I can successfully get up every morning this month, I shall be happy with my level of success. NaGeUpMo, then. This doesn’t look like it will be particularly hard, since my brain is doing the “You will wake up now” thing at 6am.
It is, like many other things, out to get me.
So I shall sip my white tea (tea I put milk in is bad for sore throats) and watch the sun rise over east London.
