Whowantsamessofabrain?

Yesterday, SMC and I went to a photography exhibition at Manchester Art Gallery. Details are here. I liked many of the shots for their subjects' expressions, but clashed lenses on the composition. Historical significance is a bit of a limp branch for me because it is not usually significant to the moon. I have seen a man with a cigar before.

More Stem cells have formed. The friendly foreigner has been forming the framework of a poem about public transport, perhaps beginning with buses. The common complaints tend to feast on these themes:

The bus
The driver
The other passengers
The road surface
The weather

Stem's solution to the horrors of Today is a series of portable poems that people can pluck from his webpage and press into their pocketpods. For free, legally. He has told me that he will be recording with my dictaphone tonight and saving the versions on my computer. This, he claims, will help him to 'hear the work as others might hear it'. A confident self-critic then. The finished versions shall be performed and uploaded, keep reading and you may find a link...

Last night I used a £5 kit to produce a painting - acrylic on canvas. It shall be snapped and shared, so you too can see its sheer shoddiness. I also remembered that our library gives you a full listing of your loans from the last six months. Look: