Archive for the 'speculative_tech' Category

Momus has discussed the late-70s/early-80s life and times of Alberto Camerini in a recent post. It was in the context of a recent BBC4 documentary Synth Britannia, and he helpfully links to the first ten minutes of the documentary for those of us who—sometimes to our pride, sometimes (like this one) to our shame—don’t have [...]

Since staying up for the first round of election results I haven’t really caught up on my sleep until today. I woke at one point last night feeling like I had been drugged, so deep had I been sleeping. Even the flimsiness of our new curtains—and that’s another, surprisingly batshit story—couldn’t keep me awake, until [...]

Saturday saw me largely confined to the house with my bad back, which meant I missed a party in London and was feeling particularly fed up. I decided, rather impulsively, to drink something and wander round the internet. Only at the time I considered it extending my experiences beyond the paradigm of normal partying.
Re-reading that [...]

My In Rainbows discbox finally arrived on Friday, after much redirection over Christmas. It’s a work of art in itself, a book-in-box like the Folio Society produces, with two 45rpm, 12″ vinyls bookending a padded gatefold sleeve. Inside there’s two CDs—the album and a set of bonus tracks which form an EP in themselves—a tall [...]

I’ve spent a couple of hours looking for a durable, high-capacity alternative for my iPod, and come to the conclusion that one simply doesn’t exist. A reasonably well constructed Flash-based mp3 player would suffice, were it not for the fact that the largest capacity player of that sort is too small for my music collection [...]

It worries me that items from the Unnovations catalogue are being invented one by one. This week, Second Life implements version 0.1 of the Schizophrenia Helmet.

This week I bought a copy of Fortean Times, after Infinitarian drew attention to it in a discussion about something else. I didn’t have very high expectations of the quality of reportage in it, to be honest: the pseudonymous television series presented by Reverend Lionel Fanthorpe belongs to that prole-prodding class of programmes like The [...]