I pass this building every day on my ride to work, and over the past eight months I’ve watched it slowly grow a smooth skin over the concrete and steel skeleton beneath. As the weather was conducive, I managed to get a few shots this afternoon.
I think it’s supposed to look like a ship’s funnel. One thing is for certain, no matter how cutting edge it may be at the moment, within twenty-five years it’ll look horribly dated.
[Architecture never seems to learn from the mistakes of the past in that respect – which was always my argument for keeping the much-missed Tricorn. And yes, I know this is a nautical town, but is there really no other theme that ever leaps to mind? But that’s enough local politics for now.]
Anyway – from that angle, it looks almost like some chunk of space-station in orbit over the Earth. Which is pretty cool as far as I’m concerned.
Writing about music
For an assortment of reasons, most of which are of little interest, this week has been a busy yet unremarkable one that involved chasing a lot of deadlines, which I have just about clambered on top of, giving me a clear start next week.
The moral of this story is that running up against one set of deadlines means it’ll be that much harder to meet the next ones. Yeah, I know – obvious in hindsight, but then what isn’t?
As another installment in my ongoing campaign to convince everyone that they’re the greatest band in Britain right now, I will direct your attention to my interview with Oceansize, which was published earlier this week (and which I’m rather chuffed with).
Writing about books
For the same reasons as those mentioned above, the Brasyl piece still isn’t finished, but is much closer to being so than it was this time last week; a concerted final push this weekend should clear that off the to-do list.
The problem has been one of communication on my part, in that I know what I want to say about the book, but have really struggled with saying it in a coherent manner … nearly sorted, though.
I’ve also been taking notes on Human Is? – A Philip K Dick Reader, which has been quite an enlightening read for someone who came to sf very late and largely missed out on the short story scene. And as is so often the case, thoughts I’ve had about this book have actually helped me clarify my thinking about Brasyl.
[Which probably says something about post-structuralism, or something like that … but jargon will have to take second place to me actually being able to explain what I mean. As far as I can tell, post-structuralism is defined as being essentially indefinable, which makes things rather confusing from my perspective. Selah.]
Writing about other things
Hey, that lengthy piece I did on Second Life has finally been published! You can see it in the free-to-download third issue of D+PAD Magazine [PDF], starting on page 10.
Don’t ask me about the curious choice of layout design – even my sub-editor couldn’t explain the reasoning behind it. Still, it looks OK, and my actual writing is largely intact, so I’m a happy bunny – especially as they seem to want me to do some more in the future.
I’m not going to tempt fate by announcing anything before it’s definitely in the bag, but I may have managed to land myself a pretty decent freelance contract. So wish me luck, if you’re so inclined.
Books and magazines seen
I had hopes that the latest Interzone might turn up this week, but as the Velcro City arm of the Post Office seem to still be recovering from the strike-induced back-log, I think I was chasing rainbows in that respect – suffice to say, it isn’t here yet.
However, Obsessed With Pipework has made an appearance, which is my fresh poetry fix for the next week or two sorted out.
The promo machine at Orbit continues to gather speed, sending me yet more fantasy doorsteps and some YA-looking mil-sf whose covers have probably set teeth to grinding impotently over at the Games Workshop offices …
… and also more Manga from their Yen Press side-line, which I may spare some time to leaf through over the weekend. I love the way that the plot premises seem so ridiculous in translation, but that the stories (once you start them) actually maintain a curious form of internal logic that puts most soap-operas to shame.
And, of course, the book titles themselves. For example:
Zombie Loan! Can’t argue with that … nor with a writer with the pen-name "Peach-Pit".
An even less interesting week than usual, at least from the perspective of the three of you who actually still read FPB*. But I’m beginning to form the opinion that me telling people how boring my week has been is marginally less boring than me saying nothing at all.
The logic of that last statement is quite plainly spurious, but I’m so confident that no one will actually read it that – should someone point it out in the comments – I will reward their sharp-eyed pedantry with a thousand-word post on a subject of their choosing to be published next week …
And with that out of the way, it’s time to collate the Friday Free Fiction post for Futurismic and quest forth for The Friday Curry Of Justice, Legend And Forthrightness. Have a good weekend, ladies and gents.
[* I admire your persistence, really – everyone else just looks at the picture!]