<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:50:26.220-08:00</updated><category term='earth'/><category term='nonconformist'/><category term='gamble'/><category term='floor'/><category term='catwalk'/><category term='new'/><category term='woman'/><category term='ass'/><category term='identical'/><category term='white'/><category term='bottle'/><category term='safety'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='you'/><category term='make'/><category term='wall'/><category term='classes'/><category term='tears'/><category term='desert'/><category term='spitfire'/><category term='naked'/><category 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term='craft'/><category term='color'/><category term='formulae'/><category term='quality'/><category term='cat'/><category term='why'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='cover'/><category term='pretend'/><category term='rocker'/><category term='mirror'/><category term='change'/><category term='graph'/><category term='materials'/><category term='elegant'/><category term='sex'/><category term='central'/><category term='portrait'/><category term='settee'/><category term='picture'/><category term='sofa'/><category term='toy'/><category term='measuring'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='class'/><category term='bottom'/><category term='chick'/><category term='classicalism'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='science'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='man'/><category term='hat'/><category term='idea'/><category term='old'/><category term='process'/><category term='culture'/><category term='experience'/><category term='games'/><category term='simple'/><category term='pens'/><category term='star'/><category term='danger'/><category term='gown 60s'/><category term='under'/><category term='companies'/><category term='life'/><category term='face'/><category term='dressing'/><category term='quantity'/><category term='play'/><category term='lovers'/><category term='old fashioned'/><category term='runway'/><category term='decorate'/><category term='model'/><category term='servitude'/><category term='cards'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Anarchic Design</title><subtitle type='html'>Innovation is all around, but where does it come from and how can we have more of it?

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Innovation is scary, why do things have to change, I like the way things are!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-5342485033034743426</id><published>2009-10-25T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:59:57.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anarchic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><title type='text'>Anarchic Design cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4043215334/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4043215334_76b0217255_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4043215334/"&gt;Anarchic Design cover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is just a test cover, it made an enjoyable break in planning and writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about eighteen months of planning and working on my material, everything is coming together now and now all I need to do is write it. It will include both texts and images, some of which appear in this blog, and cover some of the practical aspects in learning to be more innovative and the kind of mental blocks which society is so good at placing before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I sorted through this blog as it had some entries not relevant to the subject, while other blog entries had to be imprted from another blog. However, while time consuming, it has been interesting and I know now how to save my blog on my own computer. It would also help if I went through this blog and tidied it up a little (a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have set myself six months to get it written, which should mean I will be ready around the start of May 2010. Not long at all, really.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-5342485033034743426?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/5342485033034743426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=5342485033034743426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5342485033034743426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5342485033034743426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/anarchic-design-cover.html' title='Anarchic Design cover'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4043215334_76b0217255_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-5260919688433202060</id><published>2009-10-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:00:43.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>058 - Giraffe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4032802172/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/4032802172_144ed3340f.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4032802172/"&gt;058 - Giraffe&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was a child I had a hobby horse, rather tired and secondhand, which given the lack of local horse riding in my village in the 1960s was a rather pointless toy, or so it seemed. If a squire had still been living in the big house and regularly mounted, or had I seen the local hunt from close quarters, the story may have been different. Hobby horses are a child's version of a real world wood and sackcloth scary horse, sometimes known as a 'hooden horse' that in earlier times had been used for traditional festivities, and reputedly a fearsome object with a large and clacking mouth. By my time, the only hooden horse I know was a dusty exhibit in Folkestone museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other children from other backgrounds and times have found hobby horses a source of great pleasure, although I wonder how many are bought because of a soft spot for society's dream time of a yesteryear that never really existed, but for me running around with a stick between my legs was akin to you doing the same with a button in your pocket. What is or was the point? A plastic horse and cart was more fun, or a tractor with leaky batteries, or even a story book about a woman who polished a blackbird and painted his beak gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses arrived in my life at a much later, adult period, when I learnt to ride inside a ring and jump over small fences. Part of the pleasure was doing it together with people who I had never met before and who I would never meet again, and yet for a few months our paths ran side by side. While I could not be described as a confident horseperson, I feel I know the kind of people who are and how they view the world to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to giraffes, I have no idea if anyone has ever ridden one, although I would be more surprised to learn that no one had than that someone had, but here I can ride one in my imagination. This is an important concept, although I am sure many people would regard it as childish, but here I can involve both my mind and body in a task I lack either the means or the skill to carry out in reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-5260919688433202060?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/5260919688433202060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=5260919688433202060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5260919688433202060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5260919688433202060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/058-giraffe.html' title='058 - Giraffe'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/4032802172_144ed3340f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4170360285216440003</id><published>2009-10-20T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:00:56.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>057 - all-growed-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4029836312/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4029836312_5a175e0b70.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4029836312/"&gt;057 - all-growed-up&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I managed to get into contact with a friend from university, who I miss a great deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to try things that are new, but I do not see what is wrong with going back and trying some things from when we were much younger. It was quite fun to sit in the wash basin, although my was basin was far too small as we only intended it for washing hands and cleaning teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4170360285216440003?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4170360285216440003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4170360285216440003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4170360285216440003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4170360285216440003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/057-all-growed-up.html' title='057 - all-growed-up'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4029836312_5a175e0b70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-1165064182008209139</id><published>2009-10-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menatl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50'/><title type='text'>054 - Society is a Dictator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4019834284/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/4019834284_f08c2f604d.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4019834284/"&gt;054 - Society is a Dictator&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Society protects the conformists, the non-conformists are the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so fragile about the conformists that they need protecting, everything they love they have taken from the non-conformists. If the non-conformists never existed, the human race would never have existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why are non-conformists treated so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Dress like this at age 50 and walk down your high street and then go into work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One interesting fact is that many people would be envious, because they only conform because they lack the confidence to be any different. so, who are the ones who lack confidence, and who genuinely cannot deal with change? Perhaps, rather than waiting for those who lack the confidence to change suffer from disease through having to live a life that isn't them we should be considering the inability to accept change as a mental disease, something imbued by society and education. If we continue to do nothing, nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-1165064182008209139?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/1165064182008209139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=1165064182008209139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1165064182008209139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1165064182008209139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/054-society-is-dictator.html' title='054 - Society is a Dictator'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/4019834284_f08c2f604d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-2793284835060673333</id><published>2009-10-11T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cardboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><title type='text'>051 - Rock Guitarist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4002289866/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4002289866_658088aa46.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4002289866/"&gt;051 - Rock Guitarist&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, what fun one can have on a sunday night with some cardboard and a roll of adhesive tape. I was sitting thinking, in the special thinking room on that special thinking seat and wondered whether, if i had any sort of voice for singing, I could have been the front man for a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitar really is just cut up and taped together from a cardboard box I had brought home from the supermarket a few months ago for another project, and it has been acting as a stand in the wardrobe for another box I brought home at the same time but which my wife now keeps her supply of funky new belts in. Of course, in the excitement of taking the picture, I actually held it the wrong way around, so some editing was necessary - and while I was at it I gave it a very 1970s flare, and went green this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned before, I don't buy props, I just use what is around me. I might add that the guitar looks a LOT better in the picture than it does in reality, it's cardboard color for a start, and doesn't have any knobs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to make prop, don't make it perfect as the eye is good at spotting imperfections in detail: while a few broad strokes to indicate something and the brain fills in the details itself. The chances are, if I had not mentioned the guitar but talked about something else, you would have assumed I really had a guitar. You might also have assumed that I could play the guitar, which I can't. I could have just posted these rocker images and said that I had a jamming session, and you would have believed that as well, if you didn't know me. Remarkable, but true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-2793284835060673333?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/2793284835060673333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=2793284835060673333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2793284835060673333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2793284835060673333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/051-rock-guitarist.html' title='051 - Rock Guitarist'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4002289866_658088aa46_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4959698065556091571</id><published>2009-10-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:15:12.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screensaver'/><title type='text'>050 - Rocker Screensaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4000235677/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4000235677_80b89df5e1.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4000235677/"&gt;050 - Rocker Screensaver&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having taken a piece of my art and abused it to achieve a description of the art -craft divide, I decided to use it as a screensaver, but because the image was so big only this amount showed on screen. Another unexpected view on my image through taking an action. At the same time Iggy Pop was singing away in the background (he just popped around for a coffee, he said), and something else clicked. Now I have a new screensaver for work, with parts of the lyrics of that song in the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you do, the more you find you can do. When I don't take pictures, nothing much happens, but I just decided to take one this weekend and now I have a whole series. This is a general principal you can apply to anything (but use it wisely, said the master), and it only gets better with practice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4959698065556091571?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4959698065556091571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4959698065556091571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4959698065556091571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4959698065556091571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/050-rocker-screensaver.html' title='050 - Rocker Screensaver'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4000235677_80b89df5e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-1290418703672646438</id><published>2009-10-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:09:11.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='create'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photograph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>049 - F is for ...artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4000037087/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/4000037087_03ee06be33.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/4000037087/"&gt;049 - F is for ...artist&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wouldn't normally show the images I take with my camera that I use to create the final image, it is rather like asking to see the contents of my laundry basket. Or, if you buy a painting, you are probably not that interested in first been shown the blank canvas before the artist applies any paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in my quest to try and demonstrate what I believe is the difference between art and craft, between skill with tools and the idea behind what one attempts to create with those tools, I need some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you built a house, you are unlikely to tell everyone that you used a Thompson No. 2 hammer, or that you believe a house built with the cheaper Samson Powerforce hammer would be in any way inferior. What is important is the house, its quality. A good craftsman would know the limitations of the Samson, and work round them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Gimp to edit the image because I understand the limitations of my camera and the wall I use as a studio, but mostly because I am not interested in photography but the images themselves. At that point it really doesn't matter what tools I use, as long as I am comfortable with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-1290418703672646438?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/1290418703672646438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=1290418703672646438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1290418703672646438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1290418703672646438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/049-f-is-for-artist.html' title='049 - F is for ...artist'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/4000037087_03ee06be33_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-3724744212662872173</id><published>2009-10-11T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conform'/><title type='text'>047 - D is for getting older Disgracefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3998857140/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3998857140_268b631a86.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3998857140/"&gt;047 - D is for getting older Disgracefully&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wonder why the people around me are getting older so quickly, what happened to those promises they made when they were young? I know what they say now, but what will they say when they retire and can no longer remember the way back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often the issue is confidence versus the expectations of the society we live in. Follow the plan society lays down and you will have a happy, fulfilling life, but what if the plan is wrong for you, the way you think is different, what then? Does this make you a danger to society, might you point out some fatal flaw and the whole edifice will come tumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are secure in the system of society, you may be afraid that you will not be able to cope with the change, but the reality is that change does not come from the rebellious thinkers but those working societies knobs for their own gains, trying to put there power group at the top politically or taking risks with mortgage lending to make vast quantities of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebelious thinkers seem more often to say, hey, have you any idea how much pain you are doing to certain segments of society who lack the ability to fend for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the kind of person who brings about war or stock market crashes, and then think about who brings changes in thinking that create equality for more people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-3724744212662872173?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/3724744212662872173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=3724744212662872173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3724744212662872173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3724744212662872173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/10/047-d-is-for-getting-older.html' title='047 - D is for getting older Disgracefully'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3998857140_268b631a86_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4533164616830575288</id><published>2009-08-13T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innovate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old fashioned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>040 - F is for Fashion not Cashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3708688189/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3708688189_b893958702.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3708688189/"&gt;040 - F is for Fashion not Cashion&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you will see over the next few blogs, Ania has been taking a more central role in my images, altghough often I have to struggle with her wish to have only socially acceptable 'perfect' images shown iregardless of the power of the image we have produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarves are generally wound people's necks in a small number of ways, but I thought it is time to reconsider how we do it, bring back some former methods and even use some elements designed for other purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I have used belt buckles, bangles and even a hair clip, and I am even considering using a ring for lighter scarves. This is rather pleasing as, like amny other people, my mum had a box of buttons and old belt buckles, very few of which ever got re-used. Here we do not have such a stock, but Poland has small shops selling these little items everywhere - and the plastic belt buckles shown here are plastic, bought from such shops for little money, and being plastic are light enough not to pull down the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly to button collections, how many old rings and bangles do you have at home - have you really got the most out of them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4533164616830575288?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4533164616830575288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4533164616830575288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4533164616830575288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4533164616830575288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/08/040-f-is-for-fashion-not-cashion.html' title='040 - F is for Fashion not Cashion'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3708688189_b893958702_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-1312130267595590623</id><published>2009-08-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what men want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trousers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><title type='text'>039 - W is for What you think is not What you see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3647139612/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3647139612_ef6ce8a1ec.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3647139612/"&gt;039 - W is for What you think is not What you see&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a variation of an earlier picture, the original being the top left image of this one. This time I wanted to push the boundaries of what is acceptable in terms of dress within Western norms, and in particulr Polish norms. In fact, the result has me in a skirt which resembles native dress for males from hot climes combined with a t-shirt, which is the whole point since I first and foremost regard myself as a human being than as a national of some state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time on this planet is short, do you really want to continue living someone else's narrow dream of society, or is it time that you embraced what you really are, whatever that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with an incredibly exhausting work schedule, I have been lagging in the impetus to produce fresh images, or even to find the energy to blog them when I do create them. Now that I have a vacation, I will be filling in the missing images and creating new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-1312130267595590623?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/1312130267595590623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=1312130267595590623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1312130267595590623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1312130267595590623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/08/039-w-is-for-what-you-think-is-not-what.html' title='039 - W is for What you think is not What you see'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3647139612_ef6ce8a1ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6004518483782940387</id><published>2009-05-21T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='division'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='them'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us'/><title type='text'>037 - D is for unnecessary Division</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3549577536/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3549577536_12efa3f330.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3549577536/"&gt;037 - D is for unnecessary Division&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember Lech Walesa, former president of Poland and leader of Solidarity at the Gdansk shipyards in the 1980s, during an attempted political comeback in about 2000 using the slogan 'black is black, white is white". For all his remarkable efforts with Solidarity, he had made a poor president, which to my mind is no shame, and there were not many people left in Poland who would trust him as their leader by this time. Still, the slogan was a wise move - for there are many people who believe in Right and Wrong, Law and Chaos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that Right/Wrong/Law/Chaos/etc are [i]limits[/i] - unattainable concepts of perfect in two opposite directions - infinity and negative infinity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6004518483782940387?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6004518483782940387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6004518483782940387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6004518483782940387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6004518483782940387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/05/037-d-is-for-unnecessary-division.html' title='037 - D is for unnecessary Division'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3549577536_12efa3f330_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6153047246055535010</id><published>2009-05-17T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middleage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonconformist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>035 - L is for Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3539223522/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/3539223522_1da5961a6a.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3539223522/"&gt;035 - L is for Learning&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tools are nothing more than a manifestation of our imaginations, which we choose to use in order to make specific tasks easier or more comprehensible. The guiding force behind the use of all tools, including our own hands, is philosophy, that mental, sharable manifestation of our innermost selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy to many is something divorced from the practical world, something engaged in by lofty intellectuals either while wearing a white sheet and sandals or a tweedy jacket with a pipe hanging from the mouth, ready to be used to point out relevant facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy was once part and parcel of the whole learning thing, but somewhere along the way it lost contact with the sciences and barely remained in anything more than a nodding acquaintance of the arts. Philosophy forgot one of its own - if you step into a river today, then if you step into it tomorrow, it won't be the same river. Philosophy tried to remain the same river, not really noticing that the science had cut a whole new channel of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If philosophers fail to keep in regular enough contact with science and its companion, business, can science and business at least keep an eye on philosophy? The answer is, generally no, because philosphy appears largely irrelevant. I mean, who cares whether the river today is or is not the same as it was yesterday, it's a just river, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no, imagine if instead of a river, the example had been a market. This leads to two thoughts - the fiorst of which is that the market today is not the same as it was yesterday, even though it might not appear to have changed. Business, therefore, must continue to monitor the market day after day to see how it is changing in order to decide when the business must change its prices, products, internal procedures and so on. The second is that by putting your foot in a river, you change the river - and by entering a market, you change the market, either slightly or significantly, depending on how big one's business foot is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this well known piece of philosophy merely to illustrate a point - and that is philosophy is relevant, it is a special tool for managing our knowledge to relate it to our understanding. River, market, HR, family - the philosophic principal works all over the place, a general tool no different to a screwdriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to hand you an unfamiliar tool and asked you to use it, you might be concerned - how is it supposed to be used, and when should one use it? A car is a good example of a special transport tool that you know how it is useful, and that special training will be needed in order to use it. With philosophy, on the other hand, no one thinks twice about needing special training in how to use it, hence most people cannot use it effectively and therefore it must be of little or no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this process every day - the philosophy of creation, for example, is taken for granted, is consequently done badly when attempted, and then when the result fails to meet expectations, the eventual users are blamed. Often the solution is to take more time at the initiation of the process, and to see the process as trying to find the best-fit solution and not the best-fit tradition to wrap around the process like a tired and over-size suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All tools are equal if they are equal to the task, and all tools effect whatever they are used on, even if only for observation. Your image of your own language is affected by the grammar you have been taught in relation to it, if you have learned a foriegn language then you are even more affected by the grammar you have been taught, while your image of an unlearned language is almost completely unaffected because you haven't learned any grammar for it. If you were to assess someone else's writings, then writings in your own language, your school-learned language and your unlearned language would all be different. You assessments would be unreliable, no matter how well trained you are, especially in your school-learned language, your assessment of that one is the least likely to be of any practical use them moment you meet a native. Your assessment of the unlearned language would at least have a chance of being safely curtailed by the lack of any understanding. This is the purpose of philosophy - to give you insight into processes without actually touching the processes with the inevitable changes to the processes, and to predict processes that as yet do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All tools need practice, and all tools need respect. If you cannot get the desired result with a tool then the4 first place to look for a fault is inside our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6153047246055535010?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6153047246055535010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6153047246055535010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6153047246055535010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6153047246055535010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/05/035-l-is-for-learning.html' title='035 - L is for Learning'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/3539223522_1da5961a6a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4560101161572519281</id><published>2009-05-14T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:48:45.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regenerate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><title type='text'>034 (1/52) - S is for Save the Humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3526372470/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3526372470_48afcd0490.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3526372470/"&gt;034 (1/52) - S is for Save the Humans&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being quite surprised while teaching English to a class of university students here in Lublin, Poland, when one of the students told me there were no more philosophers. I cannot now remember whether this student attended the local state (i.e. former communist) university or the local catholic equivalent. Ah, Lublin - where communist and fascist universities abide peacably side-by-side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever, I soon discovered that this is a common opinion, philosophers are a thing of the past, people gaining degrees in philosophy these days, including professors, are simply unable to be philosophers. Imagine studying physics and being unable to become an physicist! I would not say this is a majority view, nor do i wish universities to become places of rote learning with carefully proscribed views. But - no philosophers? No dangerously exciting interplay of concepts and reality? Everything consigned to the dry pages of university texts like last summer's pressed flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my idea of the universe, anyone can be a philosopher as long as one takes the time to ponder life. A beer or two with friends is enough to trigger the philosopher among many of us - the results do not have to stun the world, they merely have to be perceptive. And since life is ever changing, especially those that we have influence over, the need for new philosophy is always with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own philosophy, which like any philosophy can sound a little irrelevant to many, is always practical in the way that a screwdriver is eminently practical once you learn how to use one and can recognise those situations in which it can be used. One would not expect to be able to walk into a tool shop and buy the most complex tool and expect to know how to use it effectively without some experience or training, and yet the world is full of people flippant about the impracticality of philosophic tools they lack the skill to use. I would say that all philosophy is practical, but like physical tools, we do not all have the ability or training to use them or to use them effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4560101161572519281?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4560101161572519281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4560101161572519281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4560101161572519281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4560101161572519281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/05/034-152-s-is-for-save-humans.html' title='034 (1/52) - S is for Save the Humans'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3526372470_48afcd0490_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-1674033676197373194</id><published>2009-05-10T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>now i lay me down to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/megflynn/3509263972/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3509263972_a90108a27f.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/megflynn/3509263972/"&gt;now i lay me down to sleep&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/megflynn/"&gt;nutmeghan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, this is not my photo at all, but you can click on it to take it to it's source on flikr, where you can read all the notes she has added to the picture to explain all those symbols down the left-hand side. Anyway, I have blogged it to show my answer to her image. First up is her comment to the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm so stressed out. i'm not actually, you know, doing anything about it, like, say, working on any of the assignments, etc, that have me stressed out. because i'm also too apathetic to care. does that make sense? i hope it does, because i feel like i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i can't take this weather anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be up against that old wall of infinity, nothing is simple, nothing readily compartmentalizes itself into easy-to-do tasks you can achieve one after another, everything is there, spread out, intertwined, just there, a seemingly infinite number of things to do in a finite amount of time. Is this what it feels like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this feeling many times, but slowly I began to realize that this wall of infinity is also a wall of opportunity, it doesn't really matter where you start and, more importantly, that wall is feeding you inspiration, like to create this seemingly average photo with a built-in wham from the left hand side images coordinated with hammer blow texts. Would you, I ask myself, have created this high level total piece of work if you had been cruising through life on a dreamboat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By forcing your thoughts and concerns out of your head and into some other format lets you see yourself and your concerns differently. My choice is to write things on lots of bits of paper, and then after a while review them and shuffle them into new orders to try and see connections between them I had never noticed before, or I take photos and heavily edit them and put them on Flikr, and then blog them. This allows me to pull things off that wall of infinity, process them and then I can look at them and think about each separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, it does put some money in the bank - by practicing creativity in this way it gives me practice in seeing things in different ways I can solve problems other people cannot - because they rely on tradition, on learnt knowledge, while I rely on all of me and my experience. Everything relates somewhere, and every year I earn some kind of bonus for solving work problems in new ways. Life is still hard, but it helps to learn your way to using those 'negative' feelings as an opportunity to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-called negativity is a great route to creativity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-1674033676197373194?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/1674033676197373194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=1674033676197373194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1674033676197373194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1674033676197373194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html' title='now i lay me down to sleep'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3509263972_a90108a27f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-5084086488650999991</id><published>2009-03-02T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measuring'/><title type='text'>025-Measuring Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3316601014/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3316601014_b359a0cab9.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3316601014/"&gt;025-Measuring Experience&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the frustrating things in life is when other people refuse to believe your ideas without first going through a confirmation process to prove you right or wrong. We all need to have confidence to trust and believe, but some people put themselves in the position of arbiter of everyone's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is often expected when one has a new concept in art or science, but, for example, my wife never dyes her hair, and her friends and colleagues generally refuse to believe this. They are teachers. They know best. They are her age - they have to dye their hair and therefore my wife must dye hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they afraid of that they must refute something so simple? Are they dishonest and by implication assume that others are the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conceptualise without first counting bodies, and this is beyond belief for many people that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are a linguist - any theory can be checked by assembling a suitable array of books and counting words and phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are a psycholgist - any theory can be checked by assembling a suitable array of people and counting their experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are an engineer and you conceive of a new product - since you have yet to build an example, you cannot go out and collect a representative sample to count, nothing yet exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can make a difference, people without objects or people to count have to learn to trust what cannot yet be counted. However, if you always have the luxury of counting, your loss is belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love - but we do not have to love like our neighbours simply to ensure that what we have is love. And it is love, no matter what your experience is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-5084086488650999991?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/5084086488650999991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=5084086488650999991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5084086488650999991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5084086488650999991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/03/025-measuring-experience.html' title='025-Measuring Experience'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3316601014_b359a0cab9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-2150646721954009173</id><published>2009-02-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='use'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defintion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cardboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='implementation'/><title type='text'>022-The Development Process 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3311481267/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3311481267_9dc8ff9229.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3311481267/"&gt;022-The Development Process 1&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was just supposed to be used to make a larger image, but it came out strikingly enough to be worthy of its own existence. The top part is very much like many adverts I have seen in magazines over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to separate the graphical from the more picturesque elements, to put two very much different ways of expressing the same graph background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use these little cars, which are rubbery and cheap from my local branch of Tesco (a grocery supermarket change in Europe), to express more complex issues at work as I see many projects fail to meet their full potential because the team members are selected by department rather than by their ability to manage different parts of the project process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green car on the left is open top, and symbolises the go-anywhere, open mind needed when change is required. At the other end of the scale is the truck, the result of the development process, the vehicle that actually earns the money. In between are two closed cars, each driven fast with little thought beyond the destination - results now and solution implemented tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do a little more work on this image, but I am so busy with work related stuff that it will have to wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-2150646721954009173?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/2150646721954009173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=2150646721954009173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2150646721954009173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2150646721954009173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/02/022-development-process-1.html' title='022-The Development Process 1'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3311481267_9dc8ff9229_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-858546230228719343</id><published>2009-02-27T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innovate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formulae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calculate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>023 the art - craft divide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3300041402/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3427/3300041402_be17c4aec6.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3300041402/"&gt;023 the art - craft divide&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is always more way than one of achieving anything, and part of what I want to do is to show the very different ways that people believe we can or should live our lives. The reality is that, as a human, you have choices, you decide which is the most appropriate way of doing the things that you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that a large proportion of the kind of people who get to make the decisions and apply social pressure are the craft-type people, and so we have education and work environments that are alien to the basic precepts of another large chunk of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people in different Flikr groups endlessly going on about how important craft is, rejecting or restricting therefore their own ability to create art - and thereby conditioning other people to fail as well. You haven't got the right camera? You are not a Photoshop expert? You want to take pictures of yourself, your family or your pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is endless, but I am fighting back, taking the battle to where it needs to go - right in the face of the craft controllers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the world really is a beautiful place, and our lives are limited. Let's find ways we can explore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i posted this on flikr I had quite a few insulting posts from someone who seemed to see that I had demonstrated what he was doing as being craft, and not art. When I checked out his photostream the images were well produced but lacking in anything that could be said to be original. He even deleted the comment I left on one of his images - so not only could he not deal with my concept, he could not deal with a slightly negative comment on his images. Such is life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-858546230228719343?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/858546230228719343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=858546230228719343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/858546230228719343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/858546230228719343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/02/023-art-craft-divide.html' title='023 the art - craft divide'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3427/3300041402_be17c4aec6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6965925140200455728</id><published>2009-01-28T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>021-Self Portrait Quality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3234703892/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3234703892_b946b95b3d.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3234703892/"&gt;021-Self Portrait Quality&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you see the pictures people take that other people like, often they react to the youthfulness, and the 'norms' of Body Mass Index and Beauty. What is easier for the shapely 20 year old to take a shot of their legs and think they have created Art? Try doing the same when you are 50 or if you are considered medically overleaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: this is not a graph in the traditional sense, this is an expression of my Art. As a result I am not going to give you a full explanation, that is not the purpose of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further away from the 20 norm you are, the harder it is to find an appreciative audience, and you have to put more in to your Art to achieve anything like the same level of acceptance. That's good - if you can do that then you are a lot further down the road of Art than the 20-norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a 20, then, sorry, but you are going to have to try a helluva lot harder than flashing your cleavage or wardrobe to impress me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6965925140200455728?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6965925140200455728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6965925140200455728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6965925140200455728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6965925140200455728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2009/01/021-self-portrait-quality.html' title='021-Self Portrait Quality'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3234703892_b946b95b3d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-8586523889715244796</id><published>2008-12-21T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:36:19.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3124187697/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3124187697_e2f6c7ac79_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3124187697/"&gt;018-Culture Model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since my Art-Craft Model image was getting a little crowded, I decided to produce a different version to help explain what people mean by 'culture'. This ios my first version, and I am sure that I will be adjusting it and trying to make it more user friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find many attempts in books, on courses or even on the internet where someone attempts to define what art is. They fail for many reasons, but one of the chief ones is that they fail to understand that a great chunk of culture is missing from the standard definitions. A good sign as to what is valued and what is ignored in society, and I do not mean what is good or bad, is how much language there is devoted to it. Cooking is chock full of language that is freely borrowed from other languages to express ingredients and methods. Here, though, that large white area exists without a vocabulary, and without a vocabulary something does not, or almost does not exist to most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good and common example of this can be found here in Poland, where I live. I am English, but I am not described as a Polish-Englishman - yet if I were Polish and went and lived in the USA I could be a Polish-American. Culturally, I do not exist. My case might not seem important to you if you are not having to live a life of being a permanent outsider. Worse still is the case of Jewish people - neither English nor Polish have a term for Poles who are Roman Catholics, and therefore history texts talk about 'Poles' and 'Jews', as if 'Jews' were not Poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many unmapped areas of culture, and each removes the rights to be from those who exist in those areas in favour of those who lived in well-marked areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Art, that little note below the question mark, sits in the unmarked zone - you cannot ignore it because it has Art, and yet it would be difficult to sell it because the lack of Craft is so obvious. If, instead of photographs, you saw my actual Art as thoughts about how humans interact with human systems, and realized that the photographs - and graphs like this - were nothing more than attempts to communicate to you from a land with little vocabulary, then is the lack of Craft in the photographs so important? The high Craft elements of my Art are largely invisible and yet in my working life continual to generate irregular extra income. How? Well, once I transform my Art into a visible concept - some diagrams for example, they change the way managers think about their industry, their departments or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their are many ways that I use to communicate my Art, and I do not have time to become high Craft in each method - there are too many, and I rather need the time to perfect my Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of my images or my texts alters your perception of the world, then my Art has touched you - even though it might be through an imperfectly utilised channel of communication.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-8586523889715244796?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/8586523889715244796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=8586523889715244796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/8586523889715244796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/8586523889715244796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/culture-model.html' title='Culture Model'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3124187697_e2f6c7ac79_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-1233135406589974460</id><published>2008-12-21T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:19:51.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art_Craft Model and Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3125013456/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/3125013456_50aa7feaf0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3125013456/"&gt;013-Art_Craft Model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have now added a few elements, some just to try and make it more clear the difficulty of achieving Art, and one to show another cause for the easy drift away from the search for Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradition can set in at any time - you might decide that some ancient religious value should prevent you from some area of Art, or that photographs cannot be arty if they are not black and white and taken with a German Leica camera from the 1930s. Perhaps, even, that you must use Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to recognise Tradition, it will push you away from Art into the acquisition of Craft, or event push you out of the arena entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worth remembering that if you allow yourself to be blown by Tradition, your works will contain less and less of you and more and more of the people who have gone before you. You may find that society, or some part of society may prefer you to do this, because there is a strong element in society that wants to prevent the discomfort and envy comes when other people achieve things that are new. You may even recognise this feeling within yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to decide for yourself how much of yourself are you prepared to sacrifice in order to ensure the comfort of the more restrictive elements of society.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-1233135406589974460?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/1233135406589974460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=1233135406589974460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1233135406589974460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1233135406589974460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/artcraft-model-and-tradition.html' title='Art_Craft Model and Tradition'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/3125013456_50aa7feaf0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-943573929360428174</id><published>2008-12-17T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:28:27.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you see you think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3113175683/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/3113175683_3ee91b1938_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3113175683/"&gt;017-What you see you think&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What we see and what we think we see are not always the same thing, although a lot of the time it really does not matter. You might see what you think is a broken table in someone's garden, but what it might really be is a temporary slide for the owner's children. You might argue that it is still a table - but how many table's do you know with two legs that sit in the garden and children slide down it? It could be made into a table again, but the inability to see it as an object with many potential uses is your own block on your own perceptions - how can you ever create something new if everything you see is already categorized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table-slide issue seems irrelevant, and yet we use exactly the same process in people - or at least we allow politicians and journalists to use the same process on us, blinding us to any alternative view. You do not believe me - go read some forums on different subjects and see how other people perceive humans by categorising them as Black, Jews, White, islamic, Buddhists, and how they speak about them. As a  White Roman Catholic Man in Poland i should be equal to the average Pole, one might think, but I am not because most people only see me as Foreign, and I am treated as such whatever the legal position might be. Imagine then if I were not White Roman Catholic Man, but Black Jewish Woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see people by category first instead of Human first, then you are part of the problem, unwittingly you are removing these people of some of their most basic of Human rights, their right to their own identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see people as Humans, such concepts as 'mixed marriages' no longer have any meaning as what can you mix in the Human race Is the intention to deliberately breed humans so that they are no more than cats, dogs or farm animals, each variation proud to be that variation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a need to be proud, be proud of the good achievements of individual Humans, just don't classify these Humans by the nations they happen to belong to. You do not have to love everyone around you, just make sure it is you who makes the decision on what Humans you love or hate, don't hate a Nation just because they have members who believe in hateful actions, for they do not all believe in such things, just as you do not believe in all the hateful things members of your own society engage in.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-943573929360428174?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/943573929360428174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=943573929360428174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/943573929360428174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/943573929360428174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-you-see-you-think.html' title='What you see you think'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/3113175683_3ee91b1938_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-5695787371175708869</id><published>2008-12-16T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:23:42.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited creation by pressure of society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3111559286/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/3111559286_35b33d32c6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3111559286/"&gt;015-Tradition 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you live in a society, you cannot expect to be able to do just as you please, as what you do may affect other member's of the same society. Life in a society means giving up some freedoms in order to gain safety and protection. However, there are some problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a book, it might be useful or it might not - and if it is not then you have to consume some of your resources in maintaining that book - such as dusting and storing it. If the book is of importance to you, you might wish to give it to your children so that they can treasure it to, but if it means nothing to you you could try to sell it, give it away to a friend or donate it - or even just throw it away or burn it. Book printing companies destroy books all the time, just as any other manufacturing operation there comes a time when you produce to many things and the cost of storage outweighs the products value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people will object, because they have made their image of 'book' to strong, and now it hurts too much to break that image. At this point, you are no longer free, either your book image is too strong and you must maintain them all, or someone else's book image is too strong and they will make you life unpleasant if they discover you breaking their image by destroying a book. You have to dispose of unwanted books in secret or be on the receiving end of unpleasant looks, gossip or even heated words. You are a criminal because someone else lacks the ability to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people lack this ability, and why does it seem to get worse with age? Well, a good part of the pressure comes from other people and their poorly examined values, or from education. And it does not just involve books, but any concept that we have, and because many people find it easy to create unbreakable images, they are easily bent to the will, unwittingly, of people of malicious intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have unbreakable concepts and you wish to create something new, such as a work of art or a new project at work, then your solution is likely to be deficient in any area that involves your unbreakable concepts. Good, you may say, but only because you do not realize what you are missing - you can always reject something new, but only if first you are able to create it. At a company party the other week, a group of half dozen people who would never usually mix remained together until six in the morning chatting, a feat some would never engage in. They broke the unbreakable, and discovered that although they were all different, there was some benefit in being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even temporary breaking apart of concepts requires practice, as does any skill, you become much more confident and more able to tackle a broad range of tasks through the practice. To many this practice is silly, as they cannot see the immediate connection between freeing up the mind and eventual application of the process. The company I work with is suffused with my solutions, which I have been able to create simply because I practice throwing away the rule book. I move against the pressure of society, and therefore I find not just the cracks, but the opportunities and the fixes they relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I both embrace and reject tradition, and somehow my mind does not come apart in the process. I am not a slave to tradition, nor a loose cannon on deck because i can always find my way home. Here we dug through our wardrobe to create tradition out of modernity, not by just wearing clothes, but wearing in ways and combinations that achieve what we want to say. It cost us nothing but the time and wear, and no we have a great image of us to share and to recall.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-5695787371175708869?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/5695787371175708869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=5695787371175708869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5695787371175708869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5695787371175708869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/limited-creation-by-pressure-of-society.html' title='Limited creation by pressure of society'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/3111559286_35b33d32c6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4345220577181814630</id><published>2008-12-12T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:26:33.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art_Craft Model - improved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3100970278/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/3100970278_8341cbb3ec_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3100970278/"&gt;013-Art_Craft Model - improved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After knocking the first model together for &lt;a href="http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-craft-model.html"&gt;first art-craft blog&lt;/a&gt;, I realized that it was not quite right, it lacked somethings and was really too much like a graph in some text book. I mean, I wanted it to look like something from a text book because i feel that this would appeal to the kind of people who read technical data and are put off by the art world, and yet I also wanted it to appeal to the art world too, as my intention is to try and bridge that artificial gap between art and crafts, art and science, real and unreal. I wanted a &lt;i&gt;map&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bit to go under the knife was the area called 'fine art', which I trimmed off on the left hand side to make it easier to exclude some things, like high-quality, machine made furniture that few people would call art. I had to be careful since there is an idea that factory made articles are somehow poorer quality craft than hand made - ignoring the basic precept that everything automated machinery produces is produced by machines designed and set up by humans - and nothing that we humans do is without at least a tiny bit of Art, since it is Art that makes us more than mere responders-to-stimuli, like a toothbrush is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I had a whacking great lump of fine art, I realised that something was needed to mark where we all come from, those first attempts to make an impression on the world when we are but newly born. You cannot hold a spoon or stand on your own feet, and yet those craft skills are gained within a few short years. Your abstract thought is able to express base emotions, and yet how long before you can express fine divisions in these emotions, or to conceal them? Hence, the graph now has a large 'juvenile' area, where often we start when we move into a new area. &lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, once you have accepted that Art is within you and independent of subject, and if you can improve that Art to a sufficient level, then moving into a new subject area does not mean you start in the juvenile area, but to the right of it. This means you can start producing quality work in that field, even if your craft skills are very poor. Annoying as it may be to those with high craft skills, your &lt;i&gt;opinion&lt;/i&gt; in a new field based on a high level of Art can be very valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding your way through to the high areas of Art, on the right hand side of the graph, is treacherous as it is wild and unmapped territory, where few people can help you as first you have to let them into your head to learn how you think - and, of course, that also means you will not progress far in the search for your Art if you spend too little time in your own head, finding out how and why it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison, learning skill is relatively easy because the world is full of experts, your only real limitation, other than access to the right expert, the tools required and adequate time, is your own potential ability.  The training path is clear, easy to follow, even as it takes you into strange lands. You can almost always check your progress on the map of exams and peer opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added a new line to the graphy bit, to show how easy it is to float off in the direction of Craft achievement while trying to improve the Art. If you pursue Craft, it is easy to shift focus from the innovation phase to a process one - where once you have achieved some Art, you then continue to refine your presentation of that Art (process) rather than continue to explore the potential of your Art (innovation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever wonder whether you show much Art in your highly skilled work, or whether you are producing work equivalent to the 'Photographer's Eye', then you need to abandon all your fine tools and find the most basic implements you can and then see what you can produce with them. Do the resulting pieces have any value? This will force you to use your tools to their full potential, and you will be conscious of their limit. To get beyond that limit requires the use of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have recent experience of inferior tools, now try to do something in an alien field, one in which you neither have the skill nor the tools. If you have never cooked, cook on a camping stove. If you have never been a teacher, try teaching someone in a basic environment. You will probably find yourself desperately looking for books or internet sites to read, not because you need that information but because Craft skills and the knowledge that underlies it have become your prop - your confidence has become intertwinned with learned process instead of raw innovation - your Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Art really is only in your head, what you produce are works of Art, not the Art itself, that remains in your head. If you ever find a finely worked flint arrow head dating back to prehistoric times, it is like a glimpse into someone else's mind, into their Art, as well as being an example of their skill.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4345220577181814630?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4345220577181814630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4345220577181814630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4345220577181814630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4345220577181814630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/artcraft-model-improved.html' title='Art_Craft Model - improved'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/3100970278_8341cbb3ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-8553443365657896254</id><published>2008-12-05T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:23:37.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This WAS a Honda C70</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3084577590/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3084577590_6162894fd3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3084577590/"&gt;This WAS a Honda C70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As an attempt to describe my Art, which is an exploration of the mind's ability to conceptualise without a reliance on high levels of skill (Craft) or significant financial outlays in order to achieve an artificial skill boost. This was once a Honda C70, a very rusty and generally decrepit fifteen year old example when I bought it for twenty pounds (and the opportunity to make my face known to the manager of the university hall of residence where I found the machine and where I wished to spend the final two years of my university studies). The resulting machine only contains the cut and rewelded frame from its donor, the rest is a collection of motorcycle and other bits that I found to fit and which met the needs of my intended use of the machine. Scruffy and cheap it may have been, but the redesign was all mine, and I rode it all around England, around the Alps and even took it for a long weekend to Germany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art was in the conceptual design, and although I trained as a mechanic and an engineer, what you see here is a sound design nailed together with limited resources, one which impressed large numbers of motorcyclists once they saw it perform (yes, they often sniggered when they first saw it). The point is that Art will make itself known, once you see past the lack of Craft, but that most people will assess on Craft and assume that if Craft is lacking, Art is lacking too. compare this with two women - one beautiful and one not, which will people first want to be seen with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I took this shot with my old Pentax ME Super SLR camera, which I had with me because I owned it and the zoom on it was good for pictures of bikes and distant mountains. However, this photo is one view on a particular Art-into-reality process, and a better or worse camera would have made little difference as at the time I only intended recording an interesting event. I am not quite sure how I could have recorded the Art that was going on, I would have to think about it, to produce a new Art expression of a twenty year old art event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event happened in the Alps, when the bike ground to a halt with an electrical fault that had been bugging it for days. The sun was shining, it was a quiet back road snaking up a pass, the electrical problem had been bubbling in my head for days - rather than carry out a fix back in the car park, and despite the lack of special tools, the perfect moment had arrived to combine body and soul into solving the problem. If I had repaired it as a mechanic in a workshop, I would have followed procedures, and bought specific products, an almost totally Craft procedure. Instead, I turned my back on tools and used what was available at the moment when the combination of problem, landscape and a matured concept of what I had to do came together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the lack of tools to kick-start my innovation, something that I have been practising at least all my adult life by avoiding specialising in the gaining of a limited number of Craft skills (there are enough of these required for my working life). If I had bought a shiney new motorcycle, I would have had great riding experiences. By struggling to create this machine, I had even better riding experiences because I knew that they were the result of my own creative efforts, not simply the result of the creative abilities of other engineers. The same goes for that fancy digital SLR or revered Leica - your contribution to the final piece includes all the efforts of all those other people - their Art.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-8553443365657896254?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/8553443365657896254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=8553443365657896254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/8553443365657896254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/8553443365657896254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-was-honda-c70.html' title='This WAS a Honda C70'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3084577590_6162894fd3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4125903916920577124</id><published>2008-12-05T02:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:18:06.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art-Craft Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3082302653/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3082302653_2f61df796d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3082302653/"&gt;013-Art_Craft Model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By observing how people deal and speak about Art and Craft, i decided to create a simple model that combined their views with my idea of the separation of Art and Craft. Assuming that any Art and Craft action at any moment in the history of mankind can be rated as being between zero and a hundred percent quality, I was able to plot on several interesting points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green band at the top is 'Fine Art', a concept I am sure is different for everyone, but which in the practice of society (as opposed to mental idealising of what we might be taught), Fine Art is merely any manufactured (in the loosest sense) article that people generally think of being 'good quality'. Actually, while I have drawn the limit line horizontally, maybe it should be canted at angle to capture more Art at the right hand end, and less Craft at the left hand end. Possibly the more someone knows about the art world, the higher and more to the right the green Fine Art area may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also plotted on three points: Mona Lisa (top right), Photographic Eye (top left), and My Art (bottom right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa: I chose this painting as being a generally known and accepted work of art that is also done with a high level of painting skill, or Craft. This work contains a lot of thought in terms of Art and a lot of practiced skill, the opposite would be a point in the bottom left of the graph where someone daubs paint on a sheet of paper with little skill and little thought beyond wanting to create an image of a person, house or similar - which we could call 'juvenile' in terms of Art and Craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer's Eye: Most people take photographs and either like them or not for what they show, but there appears to be a body of photographers who are highly skilled in the use of their equipment and choice and manipulation of their subjects such that they produce extremely competent images, but, to be honest, these images could be compared to very well designed, expensive, craftsman-made furniture - nice, but the craftsman is knocking out similar pieces every day. However, if you asked average people on the street (by which I mean not a street full of artists), they would see no real difference between the Photographer's Eye work and an Art piece because they lack experience in Art in these terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Art: I am not a photographer, photography is not my 'medium', I express my Art through whichever medium is to hand and which seems to fit that idea i have in my head. A lot of what i produce is not really recognisable as Art by many people because our education systems give relatively narrow definitions of what Art is. This graph is a piece of my Art, although I would admit it is an early test piece, my Art in my head has not fully formed this concept yet, I am still working on it as I type. Many artists produce series of related images as they try to express that idea they have - and it is worth observing that Art is not the piece that is produced, but the idea that is in the head of the artist. Hence the artist can make many attempts to reproduce that idea, and each time different influences occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three large arrows are different possible directions one can take in developing an idea - improve ones skill in reproduction (Craft), improve the quality of the basic idea (Art), or a combination of both. i am not suggesting that the actual path one takes is straight, or that one cannot go backwards or go in circles as one adds or removes artistic or craft content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education tends to lead one in the vertical direction, to improved Craft. Any movement to the right is very hard and has to be one's own effort - although the encouragement of others definitely helps. Hardest of all is to move horizontally - to improve one's Art without improving Craft, as the very use of tools to reproduce the idea improves your ability to use those tools. The tendency to move vertically up is natural, and it takes deliberate effort to stop sacrificing your Art as you get caught up in the intricacies of learning to use a camera or photo-editing software. People who end up at the Photographer's Eye point may have originally set out to produce or improve their Art, but in the end confuse the improved quality of their images with producing better quality of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to improve your Art rather than your ability to produce your current level of Art in pieces demonstrating better quality of manufacture, i suggest you forget all ideas about a Leica film camera shooting black and white producing 'better' art than a cheap digital camera can achieve - Art is about refining your ability to think up new ideas that have never existed before. The Leica may eventually give you better Craft, but the throwaway digital may force you to think your ideas through and to innovate more simply to achieve even a half decent piece. You might even find it helps to define your own Art, rather than you becoming a pale shadow of some Leica diva.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4125903916920577124?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4125903916920577124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4125903916920577124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4125903916920577124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4125903916920577124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-craft-model.html' title='Art-Craft Model'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3082302653_2f61df796d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-392174168024397105</id><published>2008-12-02T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:42:08.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on What Art Is</title><content type='html'>Art is completely independent of the tools you use to express it, your art resides inside your head, and you can use whatever tools you like to with any degree of skill that you possess to demonstrate that art, through whatever medium you choose. Aside from the requirements of some art course or the necessity to sell or otherwise dispose of your pieces, there are no categories of art, only your satisfaction in what you achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get others to appreciate what you have achieved, you have to go through a process of  coding their brains with information and processes they can use to understand your work, which is both an important process and one laden with problems. the biggest problem other people will lay before you, or perhaps attempt to bludgeon you with, is the idea of purity. By purity, I mean how close your work resembles some category system in their head, either based on some kind of classical-historical golden age (Ancient Greek, for example), or teenage memories (i.e. wot i lurnt on my art course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since art really happens in your head, you have to keep thinking about it. I recently saw someone respond to someone's image on flikr, saying that they did not want to say why they liked a picture, that it was nice was enough. Well, they are free not to write, free even not to think, but it is that process of thinking that forms our Art and our Craft. Our Craft guides the tools that we use, but only in replication of the pattern in our mind that is our Art. Both processes need extensive thought, for without that thought both or either our Art or Craft will remain juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Art in terms of labels, categories is nothing more than a form of Craft, these are tools that we use to describe our Art, not the Art itself. What is more scary is that we lack vocabulary to describe in anything but the tritist of terms. This is partly due to the advanced thought that is Art, located ahead of Craft  description, but mainly due to very Craft orientated education systems which leave us  able to count and list information, but unable to express why we think something is nice without wandering off into a dim and distant geek-land of which most people lack an atlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might be the lack of any requirements for skill in tools that would be the stumbling block for many people - the idea that you could pick up a paint brush and slap paint on a canvas and say you have produced Art seems to hit the brick wall of common sense. However, you are not just splodging in a juvenile way, because what you should have formed in your head is a mature Art form, whatever that may be, and you are now using whatever tools that come to hand to produce a hard copy of that Art idea. When Jackson Pollock 'splodged' some paint on large sheets, he had a mature Art image in his head, but what many people thought they were seeing were there own juvenile art thoughts 'splodged', they expected Art to be painterly. Painterly, or fine art, is a mix of Art and Craft, the latter to a high level, the former to some level between juvenile and mature, depending on artist and his or her intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really strange to me, is the problem that some artists have with commercial work, as if an external trigger for an idea is somehow worse than an internal one. At some stage, somewhere, every artist is supported by commercial work, even if they are living off family money, that money arrived in the family through some striving or other. Selling one's own Art is still commercial. Artists hating the fact they have to engage in commercial work is very elitist, does the worker in a factory have that choice, how many are blocked from their Art by their need to feed their family and because their education failed to instil in them a sense of their own Art? If an artist fails to create Art in their commercial work, they are not thinking enough about what they are doing, even having to satisfy the needs of others, even the strange requirements of the customer, is in essence an opportunity for more Art expression, no matter how bitter might be the task. Dislike is merely opportunity unrecognised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-392174168024397105?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/392174168024397105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=392174168024397105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/392174168024397105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/392174168024397105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-on-what-art-is.html' title='More on What Art Is'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6196081674468946030</id><published>2008-12-01T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:25:12.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bond Gurl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3070669953/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/3070669953_a11138b697_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3070669953/"&gt;012-My Bond Gurl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Continuing from my previous post, here is Ania being three very different people dressed in exactly the same clothes, and using props found around the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing an odd number of objects is very powerful, more so than even numbers, especially if you intend to put things in a line. Three is especially important for images as they can form a triangle - the ultimate pointy object. Note that the chair and the ladder are both aligned along the sides of the Ania triangle, facing the most powerful person of that trio. Note also the slight separation of Geek Ania, a common feature of society, achieved by that area of bright wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond Ania is very exposed,and yet her crossed arms show her power, and with her sunglasses there is the mystery you will never really understand. Bond is the least safe, and yet the most desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek Ania, the isolated, is achieving new things, pushing back the borders of our understanding, she is dynamic but difficult to understand as she is always changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive Ania is like a rock, pumped full of knowledge and yet unable to create new knowledge with it like the Geek, or put it to use like the Bond. Being passive and consistent, she is easy to rely on because today, tomorrow and in ten years time she will still be the same.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6196081674468946030?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6196081674468946030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6196081674468946030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6196081674468946030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6196081674468946030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-bond-gurl.html' title='My Bond Gurl'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/3070669953_a11138b697_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-5166297758808249782</id><published>2008-11-24T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:20:19.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Classical Road to Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3052670173/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3052670173_902079b2bd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/3052670173/"&gt;009-Classical Success&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The classical model of education is that you read lots of books and then wow the lady of choice with your erudition. Poetry, quotes and other passive knowledge is supposed to spill from your mouth, converting the woman into a quivering mass of worship. Yes, well, it's really like getting yourself a set of tools and some instruction manuals, and expecting to become a professional DVD repairman by showing your customer your tools and quoting the manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only worrying thing is that sometimes it works, people are fooled by someone who quotes knowledge at them without realizing they should check the ability of the person. Here in Poland there is a lot of trust invested in certificates and qualifications, despite the equal knowledge of how easy it is to forge such things, the level of corruption and the sheer experience of qualified people not knowing what they are doing. The trap is that most people have no real idea of how they can test for quality themselves, they have been sold on the idea that 'someone should do it who is qualified to do so'. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poland has a high rate of alcholism among artists, partly because it is a nation taught to have faith in authority and qualifications, imagine how tough it must be to say 'look at this river!' and to get the reply "Yes, it is 1200 km long and serves the 3 primary industrial ports of the nation.', when you meant 'feel it, breathe it, think about your relationship to it, touch it, taste it, watch it flow'. A philospher once observed that if you put your foot in a river one day, and then repeated it the next day then it would not be the same river, yesterday's water have long flown. To the classicalist, though, it is still the same 1200 km long river, nothing has changed - unless a new specialist comes along and remeasures the river and states it is actually 1201.2 km long..&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-5166297758808249782?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/5166297758808249782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=5166297758808249782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5166297758808249782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5166297758808249782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/11/classical-road-to-success.html' title='The Classical Road to Success'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3052670173_902079b2bd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-7728326498203034367</id><published>2008-11-22T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:00:35.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing: More Basildon than James</title><content type='html'>Back when I was still living in the UK, I had a place near the new town of Basildon, created largely in the 1960's and with a reputation seemingly more based on the under-age pregnancy rate than on reality. I rather enjoyed my time there, and the town centre including some architectural elements I became almost proud of - not including the town square which became a miserably bleak prairie in winter, hardly encouraging the casual shopper. Basildon, though, has no apparent links with that brand of letter writing paper available almost everywhere while I was growing up of Basildon Bond, the poor man's posh paper, staid and blue, everything that James Bond wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I would like to explore reading and writing, those core elements of any school program, although from many a pupil's perspective, chore components might be more apt. Why do we need to learn to read and write, isn't the power of speech enough? The two prime arguments for it seem to be, and fair enough arguments they are, their use in the workplace and the ability to expand one's imagination through the reading of books. What, though, if these reasons were based on an arbitrary reality and in holding them we were slowing or preventing the development of human culture? And what, while we are at it, has the non-brothers Basildon and James have to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is dominated by the intelligentsia, the middle to upper IQ people and propounding the belief system of this group, the beliefs of lower IQ people are generally quashed, their systems of belief discarded like an empty hamburger box. One of my best and oldest friends, while we were still at university, had authoritarian right-wing views, and he believed, for example, that people who were unemployed were essentially lazy. He was the product of a middle-class farming family, middle class at least in views and intelligence if not in money. This is a good example of not understanding how other people think, a common phenomenon we all fall for sometime or other. How much people can be different I showed in my &lt;a href="http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/james-bond-and-hierarchy.html"&gt;James Bond Theory&lt;/a&gt;. If you think it is difficult to understand people from other cultures around the world, how much less do you understand people with a lower or higher intelligence? We often think of geniuses as being a little strange, but how strange are we to them, and how strange are people of middling intelligence to those of low?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that we have our ideas of learning and culture, how do they compare with those of other intelligence levels? Is what we feel to be interesting or useful an alien imposition on the culture of others? Perhaps we are not even right about ourselves? If you are an authoritarian, then now or soon you could be getting a little warm under the collar as I threaten what you hold dear, but bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we just examine reading on its own for a while, we read to learn what is happening in the world, to do our jobs, to expand our imagination or simply for pleasure. A great deal of our reading is entirely passive, it leads nowhere because we do little beyond absorb it or pass it along. We absorb ourselves in pleasure and knowledge, and feel we understand the world better because we have widened our ability to compare what we see with what we know. However, while we absorb and share, what are we adding? Do we let ourselves become nothing more than a culture consumer, in our appreciation of 'great' books we become nothing more than the owner of the latest mobile phone, pair of shoes, video game or car? All are nothing more than the products of other people's minds. Going to art galleries if you do not create your own art is consumerism of the educated classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at last, we come to Basildon Bond. One of the battle cries of sections of the educated classes is that culture is deterioating, because people do not write letters any more. Who wrote them in the past - well, the educated classes, so if the educated classes no longer write letters, is this the fault of the illiterate or the semi-illiterate, or even the literate? If we go back a step to a time before reading and writing were available to the masses, what did people do then? Did language and culture crumble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there were no books available, what were the choices? The very fact that we have language in an advanced form, and in a form that has hardly changed since the advent of literacy, suggests that we were doing somerthing with it beyond grunting across the field. How about telling stories, stories are hardly a product of the literate age, we can be fairly sure that the day the first cave painting was made, someone somewhere was telling a story. Most of those stories have been lost, as a normal loss as new stories replaced old, but this proces has accelerated with the advent of the printed word, where standard versions of traditional or new stories have mown down the infinite variations that once existed. Remember I said that reading the 'greats' was nothing more than consumerism, well, just as manufactured products largely replaced their individual handmade counterparts, so the printed book has replaced the hand craft told story, words repeated precisely as the stamping of a machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where we sell the idea of the printed 'greats', is it any surprise that many people do not write letters? Why write letters when anything you write is going to be compared to a standard 'great'? Other forms of letter writing content, such as gossip and my-life, has transferred to other more convenient forms of comunication, such as the telephone, something more closely resembling individual human communication than the learned third person style that is writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us assume that we all start writing letters, what are we prepared to sacrifice in order to give us the time to write all these letters, plus read all the incoming including those to family that are intended to be read by a number of people? How long before you run dry on ideas or get bored with endless letter opening and start to simply scan the contents as you do with endless reports at work? Most of what anyone would write would be gossip and about-me, to create anything more adventurous would require more time and there is no guarantee of anyone reading it, like creating a painting that never gets hung. There is always the question, like painting, whether you have the ability to produce writing beyond the gossip or informational level, and if you cannot then why the pressure to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading and writing are largely taught as a way of communicating information, despite what one's own memoroes of schooling may be, the fact that so few people engage in it as an art. There is very little left in the way of individual story telling as a respected part of culture, stories swopped at work, at home or at the local bar are mere informalities. Reading itself is a way of gathering knowledge and pleasure, and writing a way of distributing, but for most people the addition of original thought is minimal outside of recording professional opinions. The value of reading and writing to different segments of society is little understood, and certainly not part of the common core of written work. What, then, is all the fuss from the educated reactionaries?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-7728326498203034367?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/7728326498203034367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=7728326498203034367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7728326498203034367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7728326498203034367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing-more-basildon-than-james.html' title='Writing: More Basildon than James'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-510638194416758223</id><published>2008-11-10T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:36:26.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadowland Poland - death by cheap comparison</title><content type='html'>Watching any kind of review of Polish music, television or film here in Poland is often a sad affair because no one has ever achieved anything original, everything and everyone is 'in the style of'. This is a pity on two fronts, because there are many original people and productions, and people really would like to feel good about what is original. What is more, it must be quite annoying for the artists themselves, to be forever compared with other people, imagine what it must feel like to be called 'the Polish James Dean' simply because it is the 1950s and you are a risk taker, where is the space for your original work if you are forever compared to someone else. Do not bother to ask his real name, it is not important, for he was the Polish James Dean, that is all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I admit that if you bind some printed paper together and put it in a cover, it is convenient to call it a 'book'. our experience of books is quite wide and we understand that a book can be many things and are written by many different authors, and as a consequence we know that you cannot open one randomly and be able to predict its content or qualities. Is it a children's book, 19th century literature or an advanced guide to some aspect of physics? However, there are not many James Dean, actor, around, it is pretty much defined in our heads what he is, and if you compare someone else to him your expectancies from the comparison are a lot more limited than saying he is 'like some book you have read'. The very act of naming to some degree excludes that object or person from being other things - once you call something a 'fire engine' you have pretty much excluded soft, fluffy bunnies from your mind, which is the purpose of naming anyway - distinguishing one type of thing from the rest of the universe. It is an extremely powerful tool, and like any such tool, they work best when you need all that power and work least well when the power is not required. The Polish James Dean is like a little nut - fine until someone hit him with a damn great sledgehammer. Now he is squashed on the floor for us to examine, and can never grow into anything else. One squashed nut looks pretty much like any other, they give no indication of the potential they once held, and this is a responsibility we all have when we describe other people and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a field of human endeavour, in this case the assessment of artists and their work, is peppered with comparisons to other work, it is time that the kind of people making the assessments are reviewed, for they are demonstrating a strong lack of ability to assess quality on quality's terms. Comparisons, like counting, is the refuge of the unable or the underconfident, neither group being high on my list of 'hmm, yes, they are the kind of people I would trust for an opinion'. I can easily train my computer to count things, and with a lot more effort get it to compare things, much in the way of speech recognition software. With such an assessment tool anyone could compare any one thing or person in a particular field with another - we could use it to hunt down all the James Deans! Using such a tool we could create a database of all the typical forms of art, classify them, and hence classify all artists and their work in one huge database, and then forever more we could always find something we like, and we would even know how much it was worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only fly in this ointment is that while I am similar to my brother David, and often think and do things in the same way as he does, sometimes we are not the same, we are often very different people. None of us are identical, and none of us even remain the same from moment to moment, year to year, and what we are depends on who is viewing us - how I see myself is not how you see me as me-me and you-me are two different people. If we take this idea a little further, if I am ever changing and ever different in this way, the work i produce will also be different. I spent ten years taking photographs of thousands objects and people in Lublin, and then this year I took 75 pictures of myself, 75 pictures that barely resembled any of the thousands of preceding ones, 75 pictures that changed my view of myself forever. In terms of photography, I had jumped ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once categorised as a 'photographic recorder in the style of X', what chance would my 75 new images have? Even if they were accepted as being different, would I become 'Trevor Butcher, artist' or would I remain 'Trevor Butcher, photographic recorder in the style of X, oh, and he also made some art'? What would have happened if I had made the 75 images before publishing any of the thousands of other images?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your description process involves direct comparison with limited interest concepts, you reduce the impression you give down to a shadow - and if enough people do this to a nation then it becomes a nation of shadows. Nothing is real, everything is copy. Quality description requires you not only to consider how you judge the object of person, but how the greater society will do the same. If you know that I am an engineer, husband, recorder and artist, make sure you know which one you are describing and assess how the description will be received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it might be harder to find more basic ways of description, by doing so we give ourselves greater opportunity to say more. Once you have defined an actor as the Polish James Dean, there is little else to say about him, the reader would be better served reading about James Dean than anything else you have to say about the Polish actor in question. There is a risk that more basic description can be more difficult to understand, but that only begs the question 'what level of flawed understanding do you wish to propagate, the easy James Dean shadow or some harder level that is closer to the reality?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society's views are shaped by all of us, and change must start somewhere. I hope that this is one place where society in Poland will start to take a more responsible attitude to how people and their works are viewed, that people look for better ways to evaluate. Poland, a nation where people like bank managers still believe that possessing a driving license is permission to drive in any desired manner, deserves to learn that believing in the shadows of James Dean is like illuminating one's library by burning the books it contains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-510638194416758223?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/510638194416758223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=510638194416758223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/510638194416758223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/510638194416758223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/11/shadowland-poland-death-by-cheap.html' title='Shadowland Poland - death by cheap comparison'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-2205272176376254511</id><published>2008-10-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:12:39.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakraj - the voice of your self-destruction</title><content type='html'>Jakraj (ya-cry) is a Polish word that I have created to describe a very specific concept that is international in scope. "Ja Kraj" means "I country" or "I nation" or even "me nation" in that lose way that words and phrases actually describe reality as opposed to the sense of false definition that dictionaries mostly give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I slowed and stopped on a back road in the centre of the city to allow someone to back their car onto the road from a parking slot, not an easy task on this particular road as it is narrow and people often drive too fast. As I was only stopping and not turning or even parking, I did not use my indicators. The car coming up fast from behind did not even bother to check why i had stopped: it was enough that I was in his or her way. I hit my horn as they went by to warn the guy pulling out. luckily no contact occurred, but it is a good example of jakraj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is jakraj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakraj is the me-centric vision of the world, where only your existence has any relevance, the world having its meaning totally defined by your presence. Other people are mere objects, placed in the environment to either assist or hinder you, much as characters do in a computer game. There are no real relations between other people or things, other than some objects withhold certain other objects to hinder your access to them. Jakraj means that you seek no responsibilities, only power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jakraj vision of life is incredibly common in Poland, even walking down the street can be a surprising experience because those people with an inflated sense of jakraj naturally expect you to move out of their way, and that means anyone with a job, for example, that has the slightest control over another's existence. The more power, the more jakraj, and the average citizen is adept at recognising the amount of jakraj in another at a glance on the street. What, then, when they meet someone from a culture or background that values jakraj less? Well, initially you steer around people, any people walking towards you, but are surprised when some of these people do not have the courtesy to do the same. Once you figure out what's going on you can play the game your way - dress in your most informal clothes and deliberately not steer out of the way of anyone coming towards you who make no visible effort to steer around you. The result is a bump, but remember to turn your head quick to observe that look of surprise when they think they have blundered and mistaken your level of jakraj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, walking on the sidewalk, what does it really matter? In reality I generally ignore these people as I have better things to do, but on the road it is a different matter, because ownership of a bicycle gives you more jakraj than a pedestrian, and a car has far, far more than either. I have severely reprimanded my wife on a couple of occasions when she has been driving - as a university lecturer she has an unconsciously high amount of jakraj - after she has come very close to pedestrians while travelling at some speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the workplace many managers have severe problems with jakraj, and a common theme is that one's subordinates should be treated like automatons, or, as the Victorian dogma went, they should be seen and not heard. How can one receive any critical assessment of your work if you are motivated by jakraj? Any criticism, whether positive or negative is an attack on the self-esteem, a deliberate attack and nothing to do with the content of the critique. If you are going to be critical in a negative way, it must be done in hiding, so that the person you are criticising does not know it was you who put the knife in their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to assume that in any country with such a high Christian profile as Poland, concepts as love, mercy, and responsibility would be strong. How wrong I was, the popularity or lack of religion has no positive relationship with morals, family values and all the rest, but it can severely damage it, and this is part of the burden of history that still oppress Poles. The Roman Catholic church is a major offender here, it ensures that community feeling is crushed, although I am sure this is not always deliberate, but when you see, week after week, that your religion does not care to engender brotherly feeling, does this not mean that to achieve salvation it is best not to respect your fellow man or woman?  I am not going to say that I know the precise mechanism or mechanisms, but what I do see are some large elements that seem to have cause and effect links. The many people who are good, are good despite of their religion, not because of it, and that is the saddest thing I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakraj is alive and well wherever you go in the world, and seems almost a prerequisite if you wish to be a successful politician. Fortunately, when you recognise your own, personal jakraj, you can begin to fight it. You can question the negative ways of society and how you can feel impelled to follow them even if you can see the result is less than good. And if you believe in religion, remember that at the end of the day it is not what society thinks of you that is important, it is what your god thinks of you, and if you are a jakraj-ridden priest then your chances of success in the afterlife are far less than the most despised criminal - for you pretend to represent your god, and gods have little patience with those who mislead their people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-2205272176376254511?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/2205272176376254511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=2205272176376254511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2205272176376254511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2205272176376254511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/10/jakraj-voice-of-your-self-destruction.html' title='Jakraj - the voice of your self-destruction'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-563940036269732266</id><published>2008-10-05T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:45:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro-adventures: Spice 2 Life!</title><content type='html'>Having spent 75 days taking a self portrait of myself every day to fit the group-of-the-day on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flikr&lt;/span&gt; Group Roulette (see my Fugger blog for all 75 pictures), I felt it was a pity to give up the fun part. Taking a picture involved dreaming up a suitable image, preparing for it, taking it, processing the resulting image, posting it and then encouraging people to come and see it. It all took rather a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it to see if I could prove that art could be separated from craft, part of a long term project to show that art exists in all fields of human effort. That means that you first need to learn to recognise it in a particular field, and that in turn meant trying to define what we mean by art. High art was the first casualty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I quit taking part as a Fugger to give me time to write, including in this blog. However, no matter how much fun this is, most of it is merely writing down concepts I have already worked out in my head. What happens, then, when I eventually finishing writing down all those concepts? Comment on current affairs, write about my home improvements or my cats? I don't think so, there are already enough people doing that kind of thing. No, I want to talk about the harder concepts, the ones where you have to create the concept before commenting on it, more like the carpenter who designs a table, makes it and then comments on it, or the artist, rather than as a mere critic passing judgement on others concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is that I need a way of generating new ideas. Generating new ideas is the most effective when you do something new, when you get to know something more of your effort goes into maintaining your earlier ideas and pushing them to a conclusion. Fresh ideas means getting off one's metaphorical butt and doing soemthing different. Welcome, then, to the micro-adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you need to set aside five minutes for an adventure, something that benefits only your personal development and not your work or home duties. It could take longer than five minutes, but that is my best first-guess. I have tested over the past few days, on Friday I went to a gym and signed up. Yesterday we explored the lifts and the underground garage in the city's largest and best mall. Today we explored the foot crossings at the northerly end of the train station platforms, near where they load and unload the mail, which we had not noticed before today when we went to get some photos of the station for a work project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting the micro-adventure into the working day, as part of a shopping trip or whatever is fine, it is the deliberate removing of five minutes from other tasks which is important. What is scary is not knowing whether I can continue to generate ideas for adventures every day; however, having generated adequate images for 75 days I do have some faith in being able to generate ideas in the future for things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-563940036269732266?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/563940036269732266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=563940036269732266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/563940036269732266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/563940036269732266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/10/micro-adventures-spice-2-life.html' title='Micro-adventures: Spice 2 Life!'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-2410929181334304723</id><published>2008-10-04T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:15:20.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition as the death of culture</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that it is a commonly held view that tradition preserves culture, and it does, if you like your culture preserved in sugar, vinegar or brine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What any of us knows about the culture of our ancestors is very little, and if you ever tried to live life as it was a hundred years ago or more then it would not be long before you discovered that you have little idea how things work or what people did from minute to minute throughout the average day. What we know are what people thought worth preserving, with little idea why they thought it was worth preserving. A good example is Polish cuisine, which is incredibly mind-bendingingly Cutlet, cold meat, cutlet, cold meat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself an old enough cookery book, preferably one published before the 1940s, or perhaps a one recently published on some local cuisine, if you can track down one of the half dozen shops that actually hold or can order it, then the story changes, there really is a cuisine, with something called 'variety'. The problem is not restricted to Poland, most northern European cuisines have been shredded through a lack of respect, both at home and abroad. Polish cuisine never really had much chance, most of the country was still at peasant status before the Second World War, and then when great numbers of peasants moved into the now expanding cities after the war, they glutted on what was available and what they liked - cold meat, cabbage and cutlet, almost for any meal. Cabbage, originally an Italian import several centuries ago, was preserved in brine for the winter to give something vaguely fresh to eat while there was nothing much worth eating growing outside. These days cabbage, of various varieties, in brine is the staple vegetable, eaten almost every day and often for two meals. Lettuce, in its plain green leafy variety, is either used as a piece of decoration on the plate or drowned in cream and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradition has little to do with the preservation of culture, it is instead a wild stab into the past to justify present actions in which we all participate and yet fail to describe the reasoning for to later generations. They, as do we with our inherited traditions, assume that they have been passed on for the best reasons, in good faith, rather than merely as a set of conveniences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-2410929181334304723?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/2410929181334304723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=2410929181334304723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2410929181334304723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2410929181334304723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/10/tradition-as-death-of-culture.html' title='Tradition as the death of culture'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6034722233494922764</id><published>2008-10-03T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:13:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The all-new Art and Craft movement</title><content type='html'>Back in the late 19th century, after the first real expansion in education for the people and the related change in society in Western cultures brought about by the industrial revolution, artists began to notice that the level of quality of things like furniture and furnishings had risen so much it was rivalling what they were producing, and what is worse, all those oiky-factory owners were now able to not only pump out vast quantities of similar, good quality goods, but a whole range of items. Ever wondered why Victorian homes were just bursting with fabric, wallpapers, furniture and the like? No, not as the usual pundits have it, because the Victorians lacked taste but, all of a sudden, they didn't have to be in the aristocracy to have a comfy home. Of course, if you were poor, you were still going to have to wait for another century before you could join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine that you were a painter and had been brought up in an art tradition that focussed on replication, and you have spent years learning about how to paint someone in a realistic manner. That's what artists were for, producing likenesses of real people and scenes from history or religion. Imagine, then, what happened when  someone with a wooden box could come along and take a chemical image of your potential client, and then get a craftsman to add paint to the resulting image? What is worse is that they could reproduce these chemical 'photograph' images any number of times, and even print on paint using a machine, so that 'paintings' could be produced on a production line. How much art was then left in your reproduction skill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having competition can be a good thing as it helps people to realise that they cannot remain sitting on their bottoms while other people in the world live second class lives. When you see your own livelihood drying up because someone else has put the work into giving the customers a better choice, it forces you to re-evaluate your own product. And artists did, they realised what they could offer was originality, a product that had passed through human hands and contained that human's own input visible in the result, and so was born the Arts and Crafts movement. Even today, many people are prepared to pay extra for a product with the human touch. Sadly, the artists in the Arts and Crafts movement rather missed the point, because they really beat up the reputation of factory products, with the result that huge numbers of people today in the media still trash the reputation of factory goods - while typing on computers, talking on mobile phones and generally living lifestyles that would be impossible without the comfort of technology and the factories which make it possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it is time for a new movement, the Art-Craft movement, but this time instead of having the purpose of beating up the opposition, it will embrace it. We are looking for a quality win:win, and no matter if you are a roadsweeper, fashion designer, business person, painter (either kind) or university don, you are going to discover the art and craft in your life and work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6034722233494922764?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6034722233494922764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6034722233494922764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6034722233494922764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6034722233494922764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-new-art-and-craft-movement.html' title='The all-new Art and Craft movement'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4136407094675867829</id><published>2008-09-28T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='settee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floor'/><title type='text'>071: Where Art, Thou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2895747012/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/2895747012_8e5ff86a4d.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2895747012/"&gt;Where Art, Thou!&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hide &amp;amp; Seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in an open-plan apartment, even one as small as forty square metres, has its advantages - no messing around with lighting, doors, moving into cold rooms - and whatever music you are playing can be heard everywhere. It's perfect for us, and for everything that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the uses is as a studio, where everything is a prop. it is quite common in films to follow the trail of discarded clothes on the way to the bed, but I wanted to show it all in one image, as well as try to give a bird's eye view of our apartment as opposed to all those horizontal shots we have at eye-level. One of my aims for the weekend was to create a kind of three dimensional image from a number of shots, which I have kind of done because none of these are vertical shots but done at about 20-30 degrees from the vertical, to give a subtle 'dish' view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4136407094675867829?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4136407094675867829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4136407094675867829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4136407094675867829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4136407094675867829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/071-where-art-thou.html' title='071: Where Art, Thou!'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/2895747012_8e5ff86a4d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-1601018350839905858</id><published>2008-09-28T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><title type='text'>069: Rocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2889438485/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2889438485_66e7cfc971.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2889438485/"&gt;Rocker&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Attention Whores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can be a star in their own bathroom, but I wanted to experiment with the concept. Forget the air guitar, let's make us a guitar and then some noise! Everything was just lying around at home, just waiting, and some of it has appeared before in other guises. If you want, you can have a front row seat, I'll be signing autographs at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you buy things, like clothes or ornaments, try an avoid things that have a single use, it either ends up gathering dust in your wardrobe or on that shelf. Shelves are the ultimate death for objects - once there they lose any function other than as three-dimensional wallpaper. Finding your art means getting involved in your life, and that means getting better acquainted with all those objects that you surround yourself with. Remember, if you buy something because you think it makes you look cooler in others eyes, give it to them because it is not you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-1601018350839905858?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/1601018350839905858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=1601018350839905858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1601018350839905858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1601018350839905858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/069-rocker.html' title='069: Rocker'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2889438485_66e7cfc971_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4434911094146792072</id><published>2008-09-24T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wardrobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identical'/><title type='text'>066: Red Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2882139537/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2882139537_50a499e130.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2882139537/"&gt;Red Hat&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I catch you wearing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what I can find to fit in my wife's wardrobe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothed and closed are very similar-sounding words, and the clothes you can wear depend a lot on how much society closes its minds. Different cultures have different mores, and even these vary with time. What I do not understand is the problem that people have with clothes - why can I not be free to wear whatever clothes I like without threatening the very structure of society itself. Society, in reality, is very flexible when push comes to shove, and I want to do some shoving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other element of this picture is that wearing the same clothes is a symbol of the single unit that out marriage represents. There is no leader, no his and hers, we do what we can, the best we can. Interestingly enough, society seeks to lever this unity apart by insisting that roles and clothes be assigned to suit them, and not our own preferences and abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting shot, as we had to position ourselves in a 3D space to produce a dynamic in an essentially 2D medium, some of the pose elements would appear artificial from another viewpoint. See the major power triangle with Ania's elbow, my hat and my lower foot. Luckily, as long as I can keep the major positioning in mind, my subconscious takes care of the details. Ania, though, has her own influence on the image, completely outside of my control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4434911094146792072?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4434911094146792072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4434911094146792072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4434911094146792072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4434911094146792072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/066-red-hat.html' title='066: Red Hat'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2882139537_50a499e130_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-5298967917183470575</id><published>2008-09-21T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercenary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>064: Partisan Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2874305091/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2874305091_ca21b7371c.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2874305091/"&gt;Partisan Rules&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;eye:hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are important for people who obey them, but they are even more important for those people who can make use of them for their own purposes. For the latter group, what the 'rules' say is not black and white, are not the surface appearance the obeyers believe. Rules have a purpose, but this purpose is rarely more than loosely defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life by rules are like the images above - we choose the one that best fits our purposes; none of them are the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't draw very well, and this image represents some stages of producing the 'hand' drawing from a photo, using the mouse to paint on the lines. I deliberately chose an image that was free of eyes, lips and noses, and then experimented with where to put the hard lines and the soft shading. Ultimately, though, it had to represent me, the explorer, the adventurer, and the techniques I chose were merely one of many possible routes there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-5298967917183470575?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/5298967917183470575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=5298967917183470575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5298967917183470575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5298967917183470575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/064-partisan-rules.html' title='064: Partisan Rules'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2874305091_ca21b7371c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-511554351662612067</id><published>2008-09-17T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gamble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evening'/><title type='text'>060: Low Life, High Thrills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2866068692/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2866068692_07bd0c27f1.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2866068692/"&gt;Low Life, High Thrills&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing Cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dealer: Confidently playing the cards, relaxed, and sure of where he is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doubter: Weary, seen it all before, just knows that failure is just around the corner, taking the cards as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness Within: The mysterious stranger that most people keep well hidden as it is often not very pleasant, but my Darkness Within is an acknowledged friend my other two turn to for help, the one that keeps faith and in touch with God. The cards? They are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rarely play cards, I was not sure where to go with this one, I found it hard therefore to find my art as my life seemed to have so little contact with them. However, when my Darkness Within spoke, I listened and set up this triple shot, and then later understood the relevance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-511554351662612067?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/511554351662612067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=511554351662612067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/511554351662612067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/511554351662612067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/060-low-life-high-thrills.html' title='060: Low Life, High Thrills'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2866068692_07bd0c27f1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-7752224965757595866</id><published>2008-09-15T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:40.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old fashioned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gown 60s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catwalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sixties'/><title type='text'>057: Hip Cat Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2855863454/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2855863454_c9a79c76f8.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2855863454/"&gt;Hip Cat Walk&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;sixties psychedelic visions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is surprising what one can do with an old dressing gown and sweatshirt, they can be almost anything one wants them to be - with the help of a few things from my wife's wardrobe. Twiggy walks the cat walk again! I was a bit short of time for post-processing of this image, especially as i had to figure out a number of methodologies to achieve the desired effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's question is: if you are a painter then you are allowed to paint what you like, in any way you like, effectively, without any real attention being paid to the actual props. For a photographer the situation is different, as despite actually achieving acceptance an art, the image is still treated as being real life. Whatever you photograph is held up more strongly to some concept of public morals, and used as 'evidence of truth'. This amounts to a censorship of art, a restriction on the work of photographers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-7752224965757595866?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/7752224965757595866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=7752224965757595866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7752224965757595866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7752224965757595866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/057-hip-cat-walk.html' title='057: Hip Cat Walk'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2855863454_c9a79c76f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-192055668047402649</id><published>2008-09-07T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy'/><title type='text'>049: Dunce, the Knight's Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2832174967/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/2832174967_f45acc6450.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2832174967/"&gt;Dunce, the Knight's Away!&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Copycats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a shot for a group that I didn't really want to do as I had already planned a different shot and then the choice was changed. Other than the disappointment in not doing the shot I had planned for Flikr Group Roulette, this one led me to a crisis of confidence - but then it also taught or reminded me of some things. Basically, I had to do a copycat image, and that meant I ended up doing a comparison between my image and the one that I had copied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And technically, there was no comparison. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaks out the vodka, drinks himself into a stupor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once posted, it quickly generated some comments. It had made some people happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screws cap back on vodka bottle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, isn't part of my art the giving of simple pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Puts vodka bottle back in the cupboard and washes glass up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ye olde days, several careers ago, when I was an apprentice mechanic, responsibility for my on the job training was given to at what the time seemed an ancient geezer. Fred, of the white hair and the impossible responsibility, had the knack for training up new comers to the trade, and probably welcomed the largely uncritical extra pair of muscles when man-handling Morris Ital gearboxes back into place while lying on our backs under those blessedly unreliable cars (we became a specialist team one summer with those gearboxes, doing around twenty of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a large garage with about fifteen mechanics and body shop people, plenty of technical skill to be in awe of. And yet with Fred I never felt that my lack of skill was a problem, nor do I remember him doing much in the way of direct teaching. In fact, I learned my skill by observation, and it was not just technical skills, for not everything one did was by procedure or repeating experience. Technology changed, and there were always new and unexpected problems that no one had seen before. What I learnt was to feel the cars as systems, almost like a person, to visualise what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had, although I was not to realise it until many years later, was to stumble upon art in a car workshop. And my art was not the same as Fred's, we often arrived at the same or different conclusions, by dissimilar thought processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was watching Fred as he tested the set of bronze rings from one of the gearboxes for cracks. He was relying on his experience, trying to physically pull these rings apart to see which of them had cracked through, the cracks being too fine to be visible. I then picked them up and carefully tapped them on the vice, and those which were fine went 'tiiinnng', while those with cracks went 'dnk'. Although lacking the technical knowledge, I had discovered a better and easier method of testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being proud of myself, I did not think much about it, but several career changes later I began to realise how important it is to lay technical skill aside sometimes and rely on one's art. Without any particular linguistics training, I continue to surprise my wife, who is a doctor of linguistics and who has been teaching language and teachers of language at university level for over 25 years, with insights into her core skills. The secret is not to be overawed by knowledge and technical skills in others, but to look and try to understand what you are seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph I was copying was technically good, the art there for anyone to see - a sexy, feminine image. Mine was flat, rough around the edges and masculine, but isn't that one of the things I have been working with all summer? The contrast between the masculine and the feminine, often mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the original idea I had had came back to me, it wasn't a competition in technique, I was contrasting, my lack of technical skills was not a problem. I was not supposed to be working on fine skills, it was the contrast itself mixed in with humour that had driven me. Almost point for point I had contrasted the two images, leaving only the basic alignment of them the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been another piece of the jigsaw that is me, another step in bringing my life into focus, to understand my core processes better. And in line with the see-saw concept I outlined previously, my image had driven me to write all this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-192055668047402649?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/192055668047402649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=192055668047402649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/192055668047402649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/192055668047402649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/049-dunce-knight-away.html' title='049: Dunce, the Knight&amp;#39;s Away!'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/2832174967_f45acc6450_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-3528082887801177138</id><published>2008-09-07T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><title type='text'>046: Peer: Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2825587676/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2825587676_ee21eb2aaf.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2825587676/"&gt;Peer: Glass&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asymmetric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bathroom door is such a useful thing, it has appeared in so many of my images in many guises and disguises. This is the most mysterious so far. The hardest bit was sitting on the floor while I experimented with the positioning of me and the camera, but in the end I chose the second I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the kind of waterfall effect of the light above my head? That was due to my Sony and its habit of corrupting some picture. The other, perfect shots I discarded in favour of this one. What is inspiration? Everything you deliberately choose to do or also what happens when you choose a deliberate path. I know that some of the shots will have the defect, yet I choose to keep on using that camera, nothing more than taking advantage of your camera's or your photo processing program's functions, except you can neve be sure when it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like using a special prop, the art is in how you use it, not in the fact that you have got it. Here I applied my art to the effect, draining the image of colour, tinting it and then putting two images in one, at different width compressions. I have no guide as to how to do it, no training, nothing more than experimenting with paints and deciding how best to use them to create an effect that I may not have consciously conceived off prior to the editing process. But the ideas were conceived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-3528082887801177138?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/3528082887801177138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=3528082887801177138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3528082887801177138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3528082887801177138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/046-peer-glass.html' title='046: Peer: Glass'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2825587676_ee21eb2aaf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-9140476469398462142</id><published>2008-09-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>043: Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2813982384/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2813982384_370794c067.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2813982384/"&gt;Smile&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are at the side of a pool looking out along a diving board, are your pictures 'out there' on the board, while your diary writing is the real you safely on the land? Is there any risk that your art will just slip out too far, or that you and your writing might fall into the water? What if you walk too far out along that board to reach your art and then cannot find your way back? I mention this only because I notice that many people write about one thing, often the mundane real life stuff or technical description of the photographic process, and then their photographic images show something else. Can we tie our words and the expression of our images closer together, or is it necessary for some reason to keep them apart? Are our happy pictures a reaction to something else in our lives, or a striving for something we are not sure about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our words are one expression of ourselves, and our images are another, but neither are actually us, although together they give other people a better picture of us than either alone. Instead of imagining our lives and art as a diving board, perhaps it would be better to consider a see-saw instead, with our words at one end and our images at the other, with us as the fulcrum, that point of balance. Perhaps we use our pictures to express what our words cannot, together they better forming or describing our art, or to balance less positive elsewhere in our lives? If this is the case, if we change what we write about, does it also change what we photograph and display for others to see? If true, perhaps if we change what we write in our diaries, we will also change what photographs we choose to take or show - and vice versa? It might be easier to show in images what we lack the confidence to do so with words, or the other way around, and by experimenting with the form we have more confidence in might help us to do more with the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By creating this image of me pretending to smile, it helped me write that I was feeling sad that my wife had to stay on for another ten days in New York while I returned home. Would I have written that if first I had not taken the picture and then played around with it until it fitted my mood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-9140476469398462142?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/9140476469398462142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=9140476469398462142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/9140476469398462142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/9140476469398462142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/043-smile.html' title='043: Smile'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2813982384_370794c067_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6657937962552598972</id><published>2008-09-07T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmonica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trousers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottom'/><title type='text'>042: Badass Traveller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2812905881/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2812905881_be08a9a2a6.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2812905881/"&gt;Badass Traveller&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a Flikr Badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh back from New York. Don't you think that travelling can be so tiring, but I wonder why no one would talk to me on the plane? After a week out of the loop with the Fuggers, this was my return shot, incorporating my very recent travelling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to Poland with a number of books I had bought about the meaning of art, and finding these was harder than I had imagined because most books are either descriptions of technique or of artists' work. Reading them I can see the authors battling with exactly the same problems I have been, I do not always agree with their conclusions but I have found some very useful insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is your concept of the world. The only way to improve your art is to improve your understanding of people and the environments in which we live. It is not particularly relevant whether you choose to study poetry or physics, either will give you equal insight into the world and your art, as would market gardening or whatever else. You do not even have to study one thing, any and everything will do as insight is the key, not bodies of knowledge. Your personal art and the levels of art of the highest achievers in society have nothing in common, unless you wish to compete for awards - it matters not one whit what other people produce, you only have to produce your own art. Art does mean your best work under whatever conditions you live under, but not 'anything will do' as art requires patience, effort and, yes, some pain. Art lies along the limits of your abilities, and unless you push the boundaries of your understanding with each new piece the art fades into mere reproduction. Pushing boundaries causes pain, and events causing pain push your boundaries of understanding further out in some direction. If something is causing you pain, then that is not a bad place to look for your art. Remember, though, that there are many kinds of pain, but they all hurt! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6657937962552598972?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6657937962552598972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6657937962552598972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6657937962552598972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6657937962552598972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/042-badass-traveller.html' title='042: Badass Traveller'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2812905881_be08a9a2a6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-926578177501336192</id><published>2008-09-07T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='central'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>041: The paparazzi are coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2813441767/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/2813441767_6bce015238.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2813441767/"&gt;Paparazzi&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Park is a great place to visit, especially if you do not mind the over the top 'romantic rustic' look, with the too many 'fallen logs' scattered everywhere around the Ramble. I liked the architecture of this gazebo, reminiscent of a Monet I remember, which made it excuse enough for a backdrop, what other excuse does one need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On editing I decided to play around with the colours, simplyfy the palette a little. This brought out the pink in the hand, as a kind of warning colour against the cooler blues and greens - as well as the mysterious black silhouette that was me, blending in with the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas rarely come to fruition in one blinding flash, you often have plenty of thinking time somewhere between the stages of conceiving the idea, possibly seeking the right location or props, taking the photo and then finally processing it. The earlier you can get your thinking in, then generally the better, especially in a work environment. But one must not be switched off to later ideas, unless the delay they create is unacceptable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-926578177501336192?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/926578177501336192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=926578177501336192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/926578177501336192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/926578177501336192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/09/041-paparazzi-are-coming.html' title='041: The paparazzi are coming!'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3251/2813441767_6bce015238_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-496770860499616277</id><published>2008-08-16T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>028: Off With His Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2768271816/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2768271816_99029d52bc.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2768271816/"&gt;The Man Who Fell To Earth&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The images were supposed to be accidental, but life is short and why waste a great image idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to remember the relationship you have with the world around you, here the idea of a cut off head image and the shape of my new vase just came together and then sparked off the linking 'man who fell to earth' concept (it's a film from the 1970s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on art in one part of your life helps to spark innovation in other parts, and with practice you can end up with more innovation than you can handle. Bu the practice is important, especially in a world where most people feel safer if you remain, like them, as a passive observer instead of a creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation and observation are two different skills, one passive and the other active, and most commentators are observers of other people's art and are quite happy if you restrict your thinking to their commentary. Creation, on the other hand, means your personal involvement in all phases of what you are doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-496770860499616277?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/496770860499616277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=496770860499616277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/496770860499616277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/496770860499616277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/08/028-off-with-his-head.html' title='028: Off With His Head'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2768271816_99029d52bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-7487254484566903305</id><published>2008-08-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spitfire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><title type='text'>27-Smile... It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2765997620/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2765997620_7fd44bff4e.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="Geepig smile friday, innovation, mirror" title="Geepig smile friday, innovation, mirror" width="500px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2765997620/"&gt;The end of my rainbow&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smiling, and a shot straight out of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be prepared to drop an idea when it begins to fall apart. This one was supposed to show the top half of my head in the main mirror, and my smiling mouth offset in the small mirror, but it was just too difficult to set up without the shower appearing in shot. So I dumped it, and went for putting the beer in the small mirror and then doing a series of shots until I was in shot - and by some luck I picked up some of the flash on the side of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera I set to the 'dusk' automatic setting after quickly trying out several other settings to get the best colour - the indoor setting was washing out the colours, while the beach and the sunset settings made everything go too red/yellow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-7487254484566903305?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/7487254484566903305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=7487254484566903305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7487254484566903305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7487254484566903305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/08/27-smile-it-friday.html' title='27-Smile... It&amp;#39;s Friday'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2765997620_7fd44bff4e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-7281027916541549264</id><published>2008-08-14T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><title type='text'>26: Nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2761823339/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2761823339_e380d7449a.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="Geepig culture nerd" title="GeePig culture nerd" height="398" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2761823339/"&gt;Culturicalus Nerdii&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27888428@N00/"&gt;gingerpig2000&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I uncovered my inner nerd - not, although there is something of me in this image. After seeing so many repetitive 'silly walks' too close to the Mont Python original yesterday, I was glad that I had accidentally gone down a different road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a similar vein, someone wrote that they were staying in a hotel room, with no props, hence were frustrated they could not put together decent photographs. However, I think that their problem was not a lack of props but basic classicalism. It goes like this - you like taking pictures, and you look out for suitable things which would make good props. Once discovered, they become labelled 'props' in the mind, and we can use them in whatever way we feel in our photographs. However, a hotel room is full of 'hotel room things' like a bed, chair, mirror and such, and the chances are they are not what we would choose if we were looking for props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, though, if we were to rid ourselves of all sub-classes of object and instead just thought of everything to hand as 'things'. We exist in relation to whatever things surround us, our existence can be defined in terms of our relation to them. If we are always some form of 'we', and everything else is just 'things', then the only thing restricting us is our preconceptions of how we relate to the things. Dump that mind set, and then what you are left is the opportunity to photograph your present self in the present situation using whatever things are to hand at present. If you can achieve that, and it does require practice, then no where is frustrating because you always have to hand everything you need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-7281027916541549264?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/7281027916541549264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=7281027916541549264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7281027916541549264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7281027916541549264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/08/26-nerds.html' title='26: Nerds'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2761823339_e380d7449a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-4257859951452292548</id><published>2008-07-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladders'/><title type='text'>11: Humorous Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2717262272/" title="Cross purposes by gingerpig2000, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2717262272_0d0df7140b.jpg" alt="Cross purposes" height="420" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has proved to be the most popular image yet, hitting nearly 70 views in the first 24 hours. The task was to show a joke visually, but while most people used an old joke I created a new one and then photographed that, adding a simple text comment on the image to drive the meaning home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After producing a series of humorous images prior to this one, having to deliberately create one seemed a daunting task as I usually wrap the humour around the subject instead of inserting the subject into the humour. Rather than try to remember a joke and then ponder how to photograph it, I used yesterday's gay lumberjack image and thought about what would be funny if I put him in a dress, in a way that would be appeal to adolescents and adults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-4257859951452292548?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/4257859951452292548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=4257859951452292548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4257859951452292548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/4257859951452292548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/11-humorous-photos.html' title='11: Humorous Photos'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2717262272_0d0df7140b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-1199409996917074711</id><published>2008-07-29T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elegant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorate'/><title type='text'>10: Fabulous Embellished Party Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2712507111/" title="Coming Out! by gingerpig2000, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2712507111_c9aff07dc9.jpg" alt="Coming Out!" height="324" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This one floored me, I didn't think I had any materials at all for a party hat, and the ones shown on the group were terribly bitsy and twee. Then I noticed the bottle of wine we got on sunday, and wondered if I could balance that on a hat along with a glass - much more like a party hat to me, I thought. Later I noticed wifies jewellery lying in the bathroom, and wondered if I could add that to my hat. However, pushing metal spikes through my cotton hat did not sound like a good idea - but my wooly, winter hat, that would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image shows how much I have learnt over the past week about the best way to photograph myself - an angle shot and without glasses. Using a hand is also incredibly useful, a flat edge-on hand can chop the shape, while the almost-fist elongates the face chopped off at the top by the head, as well as the sensual near-mouth finger and the dominant thumb visible in a supporting role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-1199409996917074711?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/1199409996917074711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=1199409996917074711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1199409996917074711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/1199409996917074711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-fabulous-embellished-party-hats.html' title='10: Fabulous Embellished Party Hats'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2712507111_c9aff07dc9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-3250981747802697165</id><published>2008-07-26T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><title type='text'>7: Inspire &amp; Be Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2703482772/" title="Inspiration (by gingerpig2000)"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2703482772_c17a68c78d.jpg" title="Inspiration (by gingerpig2000)" alt="Inspiration (by gingerpig2000)" height="408" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration is not what we do normally, it is something that occurs in the dark depths of our minds. Here is my invention, designed to shed some light down those dark corridors of the mind, along which we creep blindly, felling our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration, like some kind of strange rabbit, can be encouraged to poke its nose out of that dark waren, but that means we have to do something specific. It is easy to go through life and only occasionally notice the nose of an inspiration rabbit, much harder to learn ways of encouraging one to appear on cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-3250981747802697165?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/3250981747802697165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=3250981747802697165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3250981747802697165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3250981747802697165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-inspire-be-inspired.html' title='7: Inspire &amp;amp; Be Inspired'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2703482772_c17a68c78d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6717758628112663046</id><published>2008-07-22T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:51:39.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='split'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arms'/><title type='text'>3: Just Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27888428@N00/2692073742/" title="Strange: Being by gingerpig2000, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/2692073742_0bfc9c1eb3.jpg" alt="Strange: Being" height="500" width="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, if I could get away with yesterdays, why not go the whole way, I thought. Originally I was going to take a shot of a small fridge-magnet taxi that came all the way from New York, but it turns out that the taxi idea was nothing more than a step to the one I needed to take.  Today's group is about any picture that does not fit in any particular category, and I took the opportunity to use one of my favourite techniques - a collage. I was going to have ragged edges like it was ripped out of a magazine, but I did not really have the time to mess around or the necessary expertise with Gimp to get an adequately quality image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I chose not to use the flash simply because my camera batteries needed recharging, but that muddy-green background effect is much like that you see with many portraits from the first half of the twentieth century, a suitable foil for the first exposure of  my psoriasis. As I was putting the image together from the six shots I accepted, I began to notice how much it resembles one of those Hindu goddesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6717758628112663046?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6717758628112663046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6717758628112663046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6717758628112663046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6717758628112663046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-just-shots.html' title='3: Just Shots'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/2692073742_0bfc9c1eb3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-7086887395878847573</id><published>2008-07-03T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:01:12.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price'/><title type='text'>Quality Cheaper Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quality cannot be defined absolutely in terms of price, although a more expensive product might look better quality their is no guarantee that the quality really is any different to a cheaper product. Which we all know, great, it's good to know that we all understand the same things, but I would like to explore the idea in terms of some of my own experience, or maybe it is just that I feel a need to talk about my old motorcycle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you buy something new and you are past that initial stage when there might be a need for a few adjustments, the reliability for that product should level out and, if you maintain it well, it should remain reliable for some reasonable amount of time before the effects of wear starts to make themselves known. If the product is something fairly simple, like a shirt, you might at that point decide to throw it away or turn it into dusters, but if it is more complex do you get it repaired or replaced? Which decision contains the most quality and which decision will minimise your outlays in terms of money or time? Saving money or time can be a kind of quality, if you are able to use what you save successfully, although this can be almost impossible to define as we cannot really be sure how our life would have progressed if we had made a different choice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine we have a car and after a few years we have to decide whether to replace it or keep it and spend increasingly more time and money in maintaining it. If we use the car for business then changing it is likely to be the best choice as time and money spent on repairs should be more effectively spent on making more money. If the car is used merely for pleasure then keeping the car could be an investment in experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If we have a car that we need for work and something goes wrong with it - we know that garages repair cars, but do we really know how to get the best out of them? How to make the kind of requests, at the optimal time to get the kind of service that we desire? If instead we work in any service industry and come face to face  with customers we quickly see that many of them fail to get the best out of us and what our company offers, and how easy it is to blame them, to think of them as being stupid or foolish. What, though, if the real problem was that neither side really understands what is happening when customer and customer service meet, both throwing away quality by a reluctance to learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Learning takes much more effort than blaming someone else, and learning will never occur if we continue to block it. In the customer service position, we have to ensure that what we present the customer is understandable in the same way the way you file customer information has to be understood without thinking by the other people you work with. You know that feeling when you start work in a new job - everything is different, it is confusing and not a little alien. Well, that is often how we make the customer feel when they meet us for the first time, it is not enough that we understand the logic and apparent necessities of what we do, they have to be transparent to other people, to them. We need to spend time approaching other customer service departments to re-affirm within us what it feels like to deal with that unfeeling expert that we can so easily and unconsciously become.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I once bought a very dead, 15 year old Honda step-thru motorcycle with broken plastic components and exhaust, disintegrated seat and nothing to kick the engine over with. It cost me about fifteen pounds, more than most people thought it was worth - but it was instantly available and it allowed me to get to know the person responsible for the student blocks I wished to move into while at university.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Buying things like this helped me to realise that a successful personal sale was also an opportunity to get rid of things that I did not want that would feel like bonuses to the buyer. The actual sale was only part of the interaction, the change in my circumstances that the process of the sale brought about were often of more significance. I now possessed a motorcycle that was going to significantly expand my horizons, I was going to get a room where I wanted to be and my ability to take risks was to be confirmed with all who knew me. There were some who thought I was mad, but I was not paying them any attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's say that you had a car that you wished to sell. The traditional business view, and peasant's view, is that you go through the car with a fine-tooth comb and remove anything of any possible value to maximise potential secondary sales (or to minimise value for the purchaser, if you are a peasant). There is nothing wrong with that, if you can successfully dispose of what you find without negatively influencing the rest of your life. Most people keep too many things for too long without generating a system for the effective disposal of these items.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The longer you keep something, the less desirable it becomes in terms of condition, and longer it consumes storage resources that reduce the quality of the rest of your life. If you keep something so long that it comes into vogue again, the basic storage costs to your life is more than likely to counter the financial gain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before selling the car it does make sense to look through it in case we have left something we need under the seat - and I do not mean something 'we could use'. Next we look in the garage and see what we do not want - maybe that old footpump could be put in a clear bag and placed in the car as a surprise for the purchaser. Hide anything valuable, position anything you do not want near the front of the garage and leave the garage doors open at some stage. You are selling a car after all, a car a purchaser could fill with some of your unwanted goods. Which could you sell, and which could you offer for free simply to engage the quality of freed up space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is this understanding of the qualities of time, money and resources that can put anyone ahead of other people in a similar position.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know many translation companies where the managers are recruited from translators, and these managers continue to translate to make more money for themselves under the banner of 'reducing overheads'. This tells us that there is either not a requirement for a manager, or that the opportunities that focussing on managing should achieve are simply not being achieved. Perhaps this is partly due to a lack of training, where the managers are not able to fully develop the potential in their position through not being able to imagine the potential or having the skills to do so. We are all guilty of putting duties and pleasures before the task of assessing whether we are getting the most out of our life, and often the invisible costs of what we have not been able to do are not balanced by the profits of the things we actually do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Motorcycles were not things that I was so familiar with, but this little Honda was stripped down to its essentials and then stared at. Conventional wisdom said that if I wanted to have a bike that I could ride both on and off the road, I should have bought a bike designed for that purpose. If I had done so, I most likely would have repaired it, ridden it and then moved onto other bikes or activities, and my level of wisdom and reputation would have remained at the conventional level. I looked at some books about off-road motorcycling, I stared at some bikes at the local motorcycle agent's and then I thought, drew things, made lists. I then cut, welded, sewed and, yes, tied things on with string and elastic straps before riding it around a local wood. It was fun to ride for an hour but, even forgetting the need to tie things back on every ten minutes, it was hardly a good bike. The riding made me think some more and over the next few months the bike evolved into a street legal, lightweight, high-performance 6 horsepower machine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eventually we packed the bike in the back of a van, along with my brother's and my friend's bikes and drove all the way down to the Alps. Once there I was on my own in terms of resources to support a shaky development bike, and when it broke down for the countless-th time half way up a mountain road with a mystery electrical fault, I knew it was time for some one-on-one communing with my machine. I waved goodbye to my brother and my friend and proceeded to remove every single wire from the machine, rolling each up and placing them neatly in a row. Brain-wire-bike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I wanted lunch, I was going to have to get off this mountain, and my bike was the only route I was going to consider. Aside from those limitations, I opened myself up to what was possible, not what had been done before on this or any other machine in the known world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; From first principles I produced a simple wiring system for the bike, one that worked, and which would continue to work reliably for the rest of the bike's life. The solution was achieved not in the comfort of a workshop with an expert on call, but from within, using the minimum of tools. We all know more than we realise, because we learn everyday about what we like and what we do not like, what works and what limps along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Working at a customer service point or as a branch manager we can often succeed without employing external resources by doing nothing more than becoming more familiar with how our own experience, and those of the people around us, can be applied to improve the way we work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One achievement builds confidence to look for the next, where failure becomes nothing more than a delay, an opportunity to consider a different solution. Living with our systems, rather than living with our head turned away from them, is one of the best ways of learning to understand it. Solutions come by tinkering and testing, looking for parallels in other industries, in other people's garages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-7086887395878847573?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/7086887395878847573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=7086887395878847573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7086887395878847573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/7086887395878847573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/quality-cheaper-better.html' title='Quality Cheaper Better'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-3658943495508977536</id><published>2008-07-02T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:01:24.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Practical Application</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It might be all very well talking about the problems of classification on the way we think, but what can we do about it? Well, nothing, this is not one of those magical self-help books which describes the author's wonderful life, and all because they did X, Y and Z - and you can do the same too. But, are you me? Is my life so perfect and sorted? No and no. All I have done is figure out the root causes of some of the limitations we unconsciously put on our lives, not all of them, and there is nothing I could advise you to do specifically for your life, for your life is beyond what I could imagine. So, what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion is that we try looking at our lives in a different way. The idea that we can 'fix' our lives is what I call the Golden Age Dream, where we can achieve some level of perfection as described by one of those fake histories which suggests that at some point in the past we were all happy, or your choice of magazine or film and the perfect life in another country or in a different income bracket they describe. There is also the Me Spiritual approach where, instead of our problems being magicked away, we accept them all with equanimity, as we float above our lives, rippling away from all the punches. The truth is that we are not these people, because their lives do not exist. We are each a watery punchbag where the best we can hope for is better damage limitation and a little wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is that we are limited by a small brain that we starve regularly of food, sleep and love, while just as frequently expect it to deal with overdoses of sugar, alcohol and overwork. Even under the best circumstances, it will not remember everything for us when we need it, and changing the way we that we think is not easy, even with professional help. But your brain is your best friend, and what friends like most is when you play with them. Playing is one of the most undervalued methods of improving our lives, in fact it is potentially the most powerful way we have of permanently improving ourselves. Sadly, as we mature we are pushed away from toys and play, and are told that playing is not serious enough. This is particularly prevalent among women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that I come into contact with here in Poland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, for some reason, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where 'running the home', 'bringing up family' or 'doing my job' are the the antipathy of play. I wonder if the same is true of stay-at-home fathers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play is the way the brain learns, increasing its store of knowledge, it's ability to understand and to control our bodies with a higher degree of skill or even new skills. The more new things that our brains have to learn, the slower it will degrade over time and the more likely that we will be able to cope with changing circumstances. Play in the workplace is generally frowned upon, it does not appear to generate income and in fact is considered to be a waste of resources. What is going wrong is that we will not take play seriously as an essential learning process, we do not learn how to manage it properly. And when a course comes up that could be useful in the eyes of the employer, employees often do not take the course content seriously because they cannot accept that aspect of play which is the acquisition of abstract, non-job-core or non-traditional knowledge. Putting  the training into use may mean a change to some non-serious techniques or the acceptance of non-traditional processes and a resulting exclusion from the group of tradition-users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exclusion from the group of tradition-users is like asking a sheep to suddenly become a lone wolf or a football supporter to change teams, to no longer be one of the old herd. Play is one route out of this herd instinct, giving us the opportunity to learn confidence for when we nee to move into new circumstances. This is not something that we can go on a training course for, it is something that, where possible, is practised in the environment where we want the change to occur. Changing jobs within one organisations is similar to playing, and there is no reason why people cannot temporarily swop jobs that are geographically close or where sufficient support is given. Surviving in the new environments for a day or a week is like a game, and along with the confidence building there is a genuine opportunity to learn about how other job processes function and to exchange ideas and views about the jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weakness of most organisations is that the management never really know what their staff are truly capable of, but by moving people around and creating other types of play, managers can see their staff operating outside of their own area, as can the staff themselves. Not everything that we do at work is something that we have trained for. A lawyer does not spend all day with law, there are other tasks such as report writing, moving furniture around, organising bookmarks on the computer, and other things that it is not practical to go on a training course for. But what if our best report writer is working down in accounts, the janitor has an eye for office aesthetics, or that office manager two floors away could show us a more effective way of keeping our bookmarks - it is unlikely that they are going to write a memo about it, and if we do not here about it on the grapevine and have the right contacts, well, it just does not happen, does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip is a form of social play, engaged in by most people and too often the only way that you get to hear about things - it is rarely well enough accepted to be effective, but without it many companies would be in serious trouble because the ability of most managers to communicate is from poor to abysmal. The role of the manager is seen as someone who makes decisions because they have a more global view, but they make decisions based on things their underlings do and which as a consequence they do not understand nearly as well as they imagine they do. The role of the manager is to make things happen, which means being a communication channel that functions equally well in all directions and keeps employees and management adequately supplied with job specific and general company information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play should not just happen when the serious work is done, although there is nothing wrong with doing it then. It should also be practised deliberately, during normal working time, although not perhaps during a panic unless we have a solid and reliable methodology for dealing with the resulting problems. This solid structure is largely unexplored, remaining out of practical reach unless we start to explore the potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I continue to play and to experiment, allowing myself to move slowly into new areas. This blog is a visible sign of my intention to play with writing and with philosophy, and already I am using what I have learnt here in other parts of my life. That is good, and about the best that I can reasonably expect from a self-start project, and although the opportunities it might create in the future could change my life, I play for the benefits I can achieve in the now and the near future because these are important times as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-3658943495508977536?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/3658943495508977536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=3658943495508977536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3658943495508977536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3658943495508977536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/practical-application.html' title='Practical Application'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-2838790505189188547</id><published>2008-07-01T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:58:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persona Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Personas are imaginary people we create in our minds, which we use all the time in our social interactions: at work we might appear to be super efficient, but then to our family we might appear to be laid back or angry. We switch persona to try and maximise success in each situation we are in, however we choose to evaluate success at that moment. Success may be measured as getting a good deal, not being killed by a robber, not annoying our friends and family too often, seeing our partner being successful and so on. It is currently popular to create personas of imaginary people, based on market research data, and to use them to help members of design teams visualise the 'average' customer who will  eventually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;using their product. The logic behind creating them is that everyone in the team is designing for the same persona, instead of each member designing to the persona that they personally visualise. In the normal human way, some people see them as the answer to everything in design, while others see one or a few drawbacks and reject the concept completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This full-acceptance / full rejection is what I think of as a 'yes or no' vision of the world, either the world is all yes or its all no, its either this or its that, and cannot be anything else. Reality shows us that pure yes and pure no is almost impossible to achieve in all but a limited number of situations. Yes/no, this/that and similar concepts are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;classifications, in that they are limited in use but very quick to use. "Are you hungry?" to which we can give the hard classification answer "No". If you answered, "Well, a little bit, maybe in half an hour or so." you would be giving a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt;, or more real answer, but to keep returning to the full reality just slows things down - we are all human and experienced with life, we know that things do not have to be exactly defined every time we use them. After all, what is hard concept of 'hungry' anyway - does it mean you are within moments of dying of starvation or you have not eaten for twenty minutes or so and my, doesn't that cake look mouthwatering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no and hungry are hard classifications, they define a whole bagful of things under one umbrella term to speed the communication process. Soft classifications attempt to generate closer models to reality: "How hungry are you, can I make you something?" Soft generates slow communication, and you need to spend time thinking about what you are discussing. The problem is that it is very easy to get used to hard classification and come to believe that it expresses reality. I am hard classified as a 'man', and therefore you expect certain behaviour of me - perhaps that I love football, beer and ogling nubile women (well, one out of the three is correct). I have to be the persona of man because I am a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is very good at creating hard classifications, even if the god they say they represent has other views on the matter. "We define persona of man, and you must mould yourself to match that persona otherwise 'our' god will tell us to make a social outcast of you." But how close does anyone come to the personas that our societies create, whatever the history of their development? And how much do people in power wish to maintain these personas only because it is easier to manage us if we do? Will our god love us more if we go to our temple every week, or will only our priests love us more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is a great opportunity for us to try and discover more about our own minds, to try out different versions of ourselves. This is not a new concept, people have been joining clubs and forming social groups since before humans became human, in a "Me man, me want to to join hunting group" kind of thing. The advantage that the internet gives us is that we can experiment with different physical experiences, such as fighting, without having to train our bodies to respond, or we can be a zombie, hang out in space bars on alien planets without getting a hangover, or becoming a beautiful angel. This is escaping from the hard classifications that society imposes, or we interpret as imposing on us. Personas are a soft classification method, it says, "look at all this that is me, how else can it be moulded, what else could 'I' be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any persona we create, it is important as social beings that we give some consideration of the effects our persona has on others. Just as it is socially unacceptable to pretend to be someone good so that we can steal someone's money or ideas in what we like to think of as normal life (another hard classification), it is equally unacceptable to attempt to use a persona fraudulently on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created many persona on different sites, sometimes even unintentionally when I have either created a group where I only expose a part of myself or I have chosen a name that is not my own simply to conceal my email address from potential spam - if I call myself 'Georgie Boy' then no one is going to be able to deduce my email address or track me down in one of the many social groups on the internet. Well, they might track someone down, but it will not be me unless they have the ability to illegally hack the internet structure at some point, such as the server my persona is logged on. Persona are created that easily, and only takes the mere suppression of a part of our personality. As a result of this suppression, to fully involve ourselves in the intended activity, other parts of our personality that normally do not get exposure expand to fill the vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people using instant messenger groups drop that part of them that keeps their behaviour acceptable in public areas, using it as an opportunity to express their frustrations or hidden desires to hurt others using words and what blocking actions the software allows them. I have no love of engaging in an environment of social abuse, as its humour quickly palls, but there are plenty of opportunities for me to discover other aspects of myself. Hosting a number of groups in which I have an interest allows me to practice being 'the expert' and 'the founder', a persona of responsibility and wisdom. Role-playing on forum-based resulted in a number of new persona, including 'frivolous' and 'dungeon master'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in any social situation, there is often some fear when you first try out your new persona, especially if you have suppressed something significant in your personality - will your persona be accepted, successful? Will you be able to maintain it convincingly? Often the persona we create are very close to our own, and these are quite easy, but on one multi-player space empire game I decided to create a female persona. I was worried whether I could pull it off, but many of the people I know where worried that I should want to try - as if there was any real difference between what I was attempting and an author writing a female role. Again this is a problem of hard classification, I was not being the class 'author' therefore I must be in some other hard class, such as that of 'transsexual' or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female or male, young or old, watching how the other people treated me was fascinating. How in my normal life can I have the opportunity to be something that my body image does not present without breaking the dress code morals of my society. Yes, I can imagine what people in Lublin would think if I went around dressed as a woman. It is much easier to shock other people with a persona, especially as you are less sensitive to the demands of the role, but the dual freedom of unaccountability and the freedom of action in an area that is normally off limits can be exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the persona quickly become boring, particularly if they fail to garner acceptability. Others become like old friends, an alternative body you can jump into to help you get away from the humdrum aspects of your normal life. If you make a mistake, well, you can always abandon a persona and create a new one, to try a different tack on the same group of people. Some of the skills you practice in-persona can also be utilised in normal life, extending your possibilities and perhaps surprising your friends. If this is a form of escapism, one has to wonder what society has done to us that we feel the need to escape it, so any criticism from people who see it as silly or threatening should really be questioning what kind of society have they helped to create that leaves a segment of that same society wishing to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-2838790505189188547?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/2838790505189188547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=2838790505189188547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2838790505189188547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/2838790505189188547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/07/persona-play.html' title='Persona Play'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-8504724318662205225</id><published>2008-06-25T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:59:36.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light is the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once we had chosen the building that we wanted to buy our new flat in, we were faced with the decision of which of the remaining unsold flats would suit us best. We knew what size of flat we required, and that it had to be far enough away from a main road that we would get some peace in summer when we had the windows open. Our old flat overlooked a main road, including one of the most frequently used bus stops in the city - you can imagine the noise in the summer when we had to have the front window open to get some air in, and what the air quality was like when a smokey diesel bus pulled out from the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The block lies on a north-south axis, the south end overlooking the pleasant gully and the larger flats there have windows on two sides - although this was not a concern for us with as these had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sold. There was another block to the west, and a company had permission to build a block a similar distance to the east, so no benefits there. Did we want sun in the morning or in the evening, well if it was in the morning it would be bright to wake up to but dull in the evenings when we were more likely to be home. The clincher was the alignment of the flats - those on the east had their shortest dimension against the outside wall, meaning they only had two sets of windows and poor light penetration to the rear wall, while those on the west had their longest dimension against the outside, giving them three sets of windows and fair light penetration into the depths. We wanted light and we knew what we wanted to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light is life, and that natural stuff is much easier to block out when you have too much than to regain when you have permanent obstacles in the way. We would have preferred larger windows, but this is Lublin where the need to hide from the neighbours is still a prevalent belief. The original design of the flat meant that the bedroom was shut off on its own with a single window, while the other two sets lit the combined living room and kitchen. The entrance corridor ran along the rear wall and could only be lit by natural light if you opened either the bedroom door, the living room door or the front door. The bathroom, at the opposite end of the corridor from the entrance, had no window. By engaging an architect to create suitable drawings, we had the opportunity of change the location and even existence of the standard walls. In the end we had fewer walls than the standard model, and the reduced amount of materials required offset the cost of the redesign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light coming in from one window does not simply light the space in front of one window, it goes everywhere it can, gradually being absorbed by the surfaces it is expected to bounce off. If you walk into a blackened old railway tunnel the light is quickly absorbed and it gets dark quickly. If, on the other hand, you walk into a new concrete tunnel, it remains light further into the tunnel as less light is absorbed by the walls on each bounce. Light coloured, shiny walls keep the light from being absorbed longer, unlike curtains or most furnishings. Those curtains, carpets and sofas absorb light like a vacuum cleaner does dust, and we have no curtains, no carpets and only a small leather sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall between the living area and the corridor disappeared from our design, and the corner of the bedroom, helping to hide the front door from the living area, was shaved off and replaced with a diagonal wall, this diagonal wall being invisible in the bedroom as it is hidden inside the built-in wardrobe. These changes made the living area much larger, we having no fear that someone entering our flat can see the kitchen area immediately, and allowed the natural light to penetrate throughout the flat, including into the bathroom through the small translucent windows mounted in the door. Eventually the wall opposite the windows will have a large mirror to help maintain light levels in the areas furthest from the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door to the bedroom was supposed to be almost opposite the front, but we removed that so that end of the bedroom could be completely used as a wardrobe; if the wardrobes were on the side walls they would reduce the effective width of the bedroom and form a block for light entering the windows. Any fat objects, such as cupboards, wardrobes, bookcases and chests of drawers should ideally be placed on the far wall, where they will not block light entering the windows. The wall dividing the living space and the bedroom was cut down so it finished about a metre from the ceiling, high enough not to see over but low enough for light to spill over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom wall also finished about a metre from the external wall, leaving a gap that we could pass through and hence removing a significant amount of light absorbing material in that vital zone close to the window. If you lose 10% of your light near the windows, that loss affects all the space; but if you lose 10% of the light at a point half way into your space then that really only effects the lighting levels from that point on. Visually this low, short wall increases access, increases total light sharing in the flat and makes the flat appear much larger: the long external wall with the windows is clear from end to end, and when standing in the kitchen much of the bedroom wall can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To control sunlight in the late afternoon is essential as we live on the top floor and so shortly before the sun sets its rays are dazzling. We have blinds on two of the windows, while the kitchen has a window and glass door to the balcony, but these do not have blinds as we have chosen to install an awning on the balcony instead. The awning converts the balcony into another room, with no loss of communication with the kitchen area, useful since it is pleasant to eat in this much airier place. The awning is orange, one of the few strong colours in the flat, and reminiscent of sunlight at sunset. It also reminds me of childhood camping holidays, but that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this our flat is better ventilated, better lit and less prone to causing feelings of claustrophobia than the other flats in our block, and is a much friendlier space as light has a remarkable effect on our feeling of well-being. As darkness falls we have a range of lighting options to choose from, ensuring that the good feelings the space generates continues until it is time to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-8504724318662205225?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/8504724318662205225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=8504724318662205225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/8504724318662205225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/8504724318662205225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/06/light-is-way.html' title='Light is the Way'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-5477010330080369026</id><published>2008-06-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:50:41.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quantity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Quality by Quantity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we all know what quality is, it's something better, something that lasts longer. OK, accepting that we know what quality is, and how important it is, why then do we ignore it and pursue quantity instead? Is it because we measure winners in terms of quantity as an indirect measure of quality, and is quality a fixed thing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a new sport was created, and the original best time for one circuit was twenty minutes, does this remain a quality time if within a few years the best time drops to eighteen minutes? If you achieve twenty minutes now, are you as good as the original people were? Assuming that the techniques used by everyone had remained essentially the same and only training had improved, then yes, your time is of the same quality, just the sport lacks that feeling of edginess for your time because it has long been improved upon and you are too late to be recognised. If you are unable to improve despite making your greatest effort then you are operating at your point of maximised quality, and you should be happy because your mind and body can do no more for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this we can see that there are two types of quality - the quality of the individual and the quality of the individual society. There are many possible ways of dividing up humanity, such as by nation, by era, by sport etc, and each individual may easily be compared with the society that they exist within, but to compare one individual with another individual, or one society with another society, then we must be aware of the differences in each individual or society that makes them what they are. If we enter a race we are choosing to compare our quality with that of other others prepared to undergo the same event, we have in common a desire to race and this makes us similar. All our racing qualities become comparable because we decide to train for that event, or at least we should train if we wish our quality to be comparable, and our racing qualities no longer becomes comparable with others who are not training - for they are not attempting to maximise their quality in that field. Our bed-ridden granny's racing quality is not challenged by our racing quality, because we each inhabit different societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if the same bed-ridden granny managed to overcome her disability, hopped out of bed and beat us in the race, her personal quality must be much higher than ours, and our ego may suffer because we still perceive her as inhabiting another society, that of the old for instance. Individuals from what we understand to be poor quality classes should not beat us, or so our ego may believe, but this is a problem that would not have occurred if we had simply put her in our class, the racing class, and left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often fail to understand quality because we allow invalid classes to cloud our judgement, or fail to understand that no classification system can ever be perfect. 'You are woman, your job is to create new life' is a common religious theme, forcing women to be perceived as being best quality only when used as baby machines. Whether any individual woman has the ability to produce children is a question that is generally avoided (perhaps because words are cheap while intelligent actions are much more difficult). What is happening is that any class of objects or people has a perceived quality, and the 'baby machine' quality is forced onto each woman under the 'Rule of Should'. Why should I? Because you should! Imagine that a woman is born without ovaries, or they are damaged due to no fault of the woman - what mental pressure does the Rule of Should Make Babies put on that woman? What effort does the society make to deal with the individuals problems? Should it? I say of course, because by not dealing with it the overall quality of the society drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rule of Should is a symptom of the controlling faction being more interested in quantity over quality, and the more that quality and quantity appears to diverge then the more that the Rule of Should may be applied in an attempt to control the problem, but which instead creates more divergence until more violent measures of control may be considered in order to sweep the issue more firmly under the carpet. This is what is often happening when you meet religious or political extremism, a part of the population is unable to define quality of people as all they see is the quantity of people in what they perceive is their and other groups, and how much money, power or success their or another group has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Rule of Should creates divergence between quality and quantity, does this mean there is any relationship between the two? Well, imagine that you have no cats: your quantity of cats is zero, therefore the quality of your cats must also be zero since quality exists only in possession, in the same way that having no cats also means you have no pink cats. Imagine also that you liked cats and I gave you one cat: how much would you get to know that one cat, and that cat to know you? Imagine instead that I gave you two cats: how much would you get to know those two cats by observing how they relate to you and to each other? Imagine now that I gave you two thousand cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cats means you have no quality relationship with cats, while one or two cats means you have a high quality relationships with them. However, the average quality of relationship with each of the two thousand cats would be low. If we plotted the average cat-relationship quality for zero, one, two... two thousand cats we would see the quality curve would rise rapidly from zero cats to one cat, rise some more between one cat and two cats, but beyond that point the the average cat relationship quality would start to fall as we become unable to spend enough time with each cat to bond well with it. Eventually we might bond with a few cats, but mostly we would see the cats as things to be fed that we might or might not recognise. We might not even notice if we lost a few or gained a few strays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By finding someone to buy and prepare all the food our cats needed should allow us more time to bond with a larger number of cats, although attempting to maximise quality over a larger quantity of cats results in us having to sacrifice something else in our lives as we simply do not have enough waking hours every day to do everything. Attempting to maximise too many qualities results in having to abandon other qualities, and eventually this might have an impact on our health, our circle of friends or, in the case of cats, the patience of our neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maximise satisfaction in our lives it might be better if we chose fewer interests, and invested the freed up time in the chosen interests. Even so, we must be careful how much time and effort goes into these remaining interests because we are surrounded by people who care about us and they need our attention too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, mention must be made of one special quantity, that of duty. For most people their home life is very important, and yet they will impede success here by either avoiding duties or by allowing duties to take over. Duties can be seen as a set of tasks that need to be done to achieve a certain level of quality, but the pursuit of too many or taking some too far will again reduce quality because we must sacrifice other things, such as time spent talking with other family members. Work can also form a duty, as can being part of a social organisation, but all these duties need to be examined in terms of the needs of each group member, rather than having the results of duty or the lack of them being impressed on the individuals. By avoiding examining the feelings we have tied up in our need for fulfilling duties we apply pressure to the rest of the group, often leading inadvertently to a struggle for control of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few months I reassess how many computer related tasks I have, and seek to slim down any areas that begin to dominate my time to the detriment of my home life or of the life tasks that would give me more pleasure by completing them. Trying to decide which elements of one's life one should pursue and which to drop is generally best done with someone else's help, someone who cares enough to observe the effect on your total life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-5477010330080369026?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/5477010330080369026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=5477010330080369026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5477010330080369026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/5477010330080369026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/06/quality-by-quantity.html' title='Quality by Quantity'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6223575164665553120</id><published>2008-06-22T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:53:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge and Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There has been a lot of talk over the past few years about the creation of a knowledge society, with little consideration about what you do once you have access to all that information. It is part of the reasoning behind the government's support for the internet in schools, just as the acquisition of books was before that. However, once you have amassed all that knowledge, what are you supposed to do with it? I suspect that the reason that libraries have failed to live up to their expectations, despite generations of huffy people telling us that it would be good for us to visit them, the libraries I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a lot more books than I do now, but to be honest the effort required for their upkeep in terms of dusting, loss of space that could be used for other purposes and the basic fact that they stood there unread, other than the paperback novels. The novels remain, the other books have been decimated, yes, only one in ten or less remain. I gather most of the knowledge I need either from the internet or from basic research on my part; books are very low on my priority - except the three I use to support my screen at the right height at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you find your knowledge, how do you use it, or, more importantly, how do you know what information is useful, and then how to get any effective work out of it? The secret is understanding, a concept very much misunderstood and left almost abandoned on the byways of the human intellect.  Knowledge is much like a car, very useful but will not do anything for you. What you need is a driver, for the driver is our understanding, and the driver has the choice of which car to drive, or whether to simply walk instead. Car and driver, knowledge and understanding, they are complimentary but essentially alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding creates new knowledge from old, and this is the mechanism that we need to create use out of knowledge. Imagine that we were burgling a house, if we had never been in the house before we would use our knowledge of all the other houses we have known to understand what we were seeing in this new house and therefore make decisions on what we should take and where we should look for it. We are not afraid of learning this new knowledge, although we might be afraid of being caught, because we both understand the kind of information and value it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding is a thinking process that can leading to success (I understand) or failure (I don't understand), the success being more likely to occur if we can match it to previous knowledge, such as a specific experience. The closer to what we are comparing is to our prior knowledge then the quicker the match can be made. If you see a cup, for example, the match will be made so quickly and successfully that you will not be aware that your brain has done anything. However, the further something is from our prior knowledge then the more you become aware of the lack of understanding concerning it, and maybe your brain will disregard the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large volumes of information have to be broken down into smaller chunks so that we can process it, but this does not all happen at once. Some things that we do not understand get put into the subconscious and the results from this can appear in dreams or when we relax our hold on our consciousness for a moment, such as just before we go to sleep. Because the brain takes such varying amounts of time to process information at different levels of familiarity, we should not expect instant solutions to problems that we are working on. Instant results should be viewed with suspicion in cases where new solutions are required, they will be too close to the current solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since new knowledge is based on old knowledge, everything that we know is also very similar and creating the understanding of a completely new experience is incredibly difficult. Putting ourselves in situations where we gain different types of new experience helps us to understand things that are very much different to knowledge from our normal and working lives. If our lives are regular, we are limiting our potential to understand changes because the changes feel more alien than it would be to someone with a wider experience, not because they have a different kind of intelligence or way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since understanding is a process of the brain, we can do things to improve our ability to understand. Taking our understanding out for a jog around the mental park frequently will help stop it from becoming a knowledge potato. The brain has many different ways of processing information: eyesight, sound, touch, body movement - anything that the body controls or uses to gather information is able to store and process information. Learning how to repair a shoe is an intellectual exercise as much as doing a crossword, practicing both gives you greater chances of understanding new situations. We use these different areas of the brain in conjunction, mostly with the visual side. Shutting one's eyes when attempting a common task can help us learn more about the total experience of doing that task, as the brain can focus more resources on sound, touch, smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vision consumes huge amounts of our brain's resources, and to think about something our brain often moves our eyes off what we are looking at and defocuses them to reduce input from that source. Going somewhere quite and shutting our eyes can help us enormously when we need to think, but if the thinking involves a stressful subject it might be better to modify our surroundings so that the problem can sink into our subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is not about how much knowledge our brains can contain, it is about how effectively we can use that knowledge. Perhaps it would be better if we spent our time optimizing how we use information rather than acquiring new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6223575164665553120?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6223575164665553120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6223575164665553120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6223575164665553120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6223575164665553120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/06/knowledge-and-understanding.html' title='Knowledge and Understanding'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-985919506112536260</id><published>2008-06-20T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:38:26.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materials'/><title type='text'>Material Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we were young, my younger brother and I were taken by dad to the seaside on a beautiful summer's morning, one that became greyer and less bright the closer we got to Folkestone. I have no idea why we went on that trip without mum or our older brother, but the memory of the rain and the Rotunda amusement arcade remain clear, especially the greenish plastic water-squirting cigars we managed to extract from the crane game. With their red plastic tips and 'Made in Hong Kong' in small raised letters they were everything we needed, something to squirt water around with. However, even by then, the the toys we possessed that were marked as originating from Hong Kong seemed to be cheap and easily broken, while those proudly bearing 'Made in England' were fine quality items, or so it seemed at the time to me at seven and brother David at five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where are those English manufacturers now? Were they really competitive, producing the kind of goods we really wanted at prices our parents could afford, or was my analysis biased by being limited to reading the manufacturing locations on a plastic cigar, a plastic horse and cart, and a blue metal tractor? Was this enough to reinforce an idea commonly found in the society around me that plastic was bad, and foriegn bad too? Was my pleasure greater in playing with metal English toys than plastic foriegn ones? Why, then, do my memories equally contain plastic and metal, foreign and domestic toys? Is this of any importance to me now, as an adult, or is it OK to love plastic as a child and then to learn that quality lies in other materials as an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-985919506112536260?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/985919506112536260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=985919506112536260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/985919506112536260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/985919506112536260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/06/material-facts.html' title='Material Facts'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-6244112699041835267</id><published>2008-06-17T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:38:04.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classicalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>The New Idea Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think my life is too busy, because I keep having all these good ideas and then later someone else beats me to market because I am so busy having new ideas. Do I simply lack the time to deal with the old ones or am I not making the most effective use of my time. I believe that success in a new market niche is not so much about quality but getting there first. I can also see that there is a wide gap between the people who generate ideas and people who need new ideas, often people from both groups not understanding the depth of their potential or their need. Human society seems to be very fragmentary, since nations, companies and social groups build barriers to block loss of their ideas to the competition, and yet by the same process block soultions to their problems from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you have a small company and you need some good ideas to really make your business stand out. You cannot afford to employ someone to generate ideas, and anyway what is the chance that you could trust them anyway since whoever you employ is unlikely to understand your needs or your business field. Part of the problem, and a significant part at that, is what I call 'classicalism', the philosophy of giving things names, breaking them down into smaller parts like a child pulling the petals off a daisy and then giving those parts names. Eventually, people come to believe that these named categories, and their names, are more important than the material they attempt to describe. An example is the catergorising of fields of study: "Let's call this area of study 'physics', and let's call this part of physics 'nuclear physics', and lets call this part of nuclear physics 'xxx' etc.". You then create an education system to fit these fields and soon you have specialists who are unable to communicate or, as a consequence, trust specialists from other specialisms. If you spend you life in one specialism it becomes easy to believe that the further away that another specialism is, the less it resembles yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can observe the problems with classicalism in the alienation of science from art, for example, an alienation that is totally dependent on the catergorising of some things as art and others as science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-6244112699041835267?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/6244112699041835267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=6244112699041835267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6244112699041835267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/6244112699041835267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-idea-generation.html' title='The New Idea Generation'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965255520328790691.post-3240279925045044315</id><published>2008-06-16T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:37:32.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Write by design</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;While standing in the shower the other day, I came to realize why my writing is so awful. I remember that my mum was so often distracted by what she was currently doing that she would forget a task that she had started earlier - and it seemed that hardly a week would go by without her burning some part of the dinner because she had become involved in another task while leaving dinner to simmer. Have you ever noticed that when a pan of peas boils dry, it leaves all the peas standing apart? I used to believe that she was simply forgetful, now I understand that it was not a case of forgetting but that she used her mind so intensely on her current task that it excluded memory calls to other tasks. So, standing there with the water pouring down my body I was able to forget whatever else I was working on and let my subconcious have access to some current resources - and there it was! When I write I focus on what I am writing about, and if I want the text to be readable then I need to do a separate edit job on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of a sentence I added to someone else's article on uncyclopedia; grammar has to run hard to keep up and often trips up while tracking the undulations of my thoughts when I write. Try reading it aloud to yourself and feel how I have just banged a series of concepts together in a line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"XXX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is the kind of profitable organization that would undoubtedly bring you great pleasure to invest in, and may even turn you a profit if making money on investments is your game."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After editing my own work, I can still feel the concatenation of phrases spraying across the page like a highly focussed fire hose. It's a brutal style, but my way of handling my essentially minimalist nature. Here is another example, this time from one of my own entries on uncyclopedia and after I have edited it down to something that could almost be read by a human:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"The earliest that is known about this ancient village, for want of extensive archaeological research beyond that undertaken by Bob Perkins in the garden of 3 Church Lane during the potato harvest, is that it formed one end of the defensive line for the fair people of Kent against the foreign Romans."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years of trying to teach other people how to write in a foriegn language, I began to notice some typical patterns in how they created sentences. One of these I call the 'phrase drift', and it seems clear to me that people often write by concentrating on the phrase they are writing now with a vague idea of where they want to go, and are incredibly strongly influenced by the most recent phrase they have written. It is a bit like those games where you say a word, and then someone else says the first word that they think of based on your word. As the sentence creeps forward, phrase by phrase, it drifts away from the course the author originally plotted to take the words to their destination by the end of the sentence. At some point the phrase-trail peters out and the author suddenly becomes aware of by how far they missed their destination and inserts a final phrase to get back on course. Rewriting the sentence rarely seems to be an option, and a similar process also takes place on a paragraph and text level, often destroying the essential sense of the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4965255520328790691-3240279925045044315?l=geepig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/feeds/3240279925045044315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4965255520328790691&amp;postID=3240279925045044315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3240279925045044315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4965255520328790691/posts/default/3240279925045044315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geepig.blogspot.com/2008/06/write-by-design.html' title='Write by design'/><author><name>GeePig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972376553977722573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vC-c58sQ7R4/SFfb3MY19CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c6Zl7CDoSkg/S220/Bob+Perkins.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
