Apparently hat wearing funkster berk Jay Kay has announced he’s to retire from the music business to sit on his huge pile of cash and raise a family. http://music.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,,2023261,00.html   Great news for popular music (not the poetential replication of his DNA but rather his exit from the industry).  He’d been getting away with it for way too long.

I  just had a coffee in the village cafe and had a conversation with an sweet octogenarian lady who used to be a neighbour.  After a while I realised that she thought she ws talking to my dad.   Yet more evidence of my dire need to extricate myself from this place.  I need to be somewhere  I can be anonymous and where the simple act of going out for a coffee doesn’t necessarily result in awkward and embarrassing social situations.  As luck would have it I’m leaving for Barcelona on Saturday and not a monent to soon it would seem.

I just wanted to share with you this picture of the conservative leader, and,perhaps prime minister in waiting.  Isn’t it awful?  Can you imagine Michael Howard the ‘Prince of Darkeness’ being photographed in such a way?  Go on just look at it and imagine.  I think it says a lot about where the tories are now.  It’s taken from an article about him in Observer Women, an issue that tells us Cameron has been voted 7th in a poll of the “the 50 men who really understand women”.  I have to admit I haven’t been able to bring myself to read the article – it features pictures of him with his children and pronouncements about the need for more women in the conservative party.  But the picture, the picture’s been vexing me. It seems to say:
“Come on we’ve all grown up now, there’s no more Punch and Judy politics now, I’m appealing to your sense of irony, vote for me – you know you want to.  I’m so confidant in my own appeal, I can adopt this pose and credit you with the intelligence to see beyond the ‘Nasty Party’ veneer and make the right choice.”

Well that’s my take on it anyway.

The more observant among you may have noticed that there was a previous post ‘iphone’ that said nothing at all.  That was because I started to write something but then got so pissed off with this stupid web-host thingey that I had to abandon it.  Basically I was really excited about the iphone having just watched a video on Youtube I wanted to share it with you.  With the initial fanfare I had failed to grasp how amazing they are and like a complete dullard it took some step-by-step infomercial thing on CNN to convince me of their brilliance (bet the battery life is shit though).  Anyway my own ineptitude as a web programmer coupled with this stupid ‘mr site’ idiot proof system conspired to prohibit me from putting said infomercial on the site.  So I was thinking about moving somewhere else – a more conventional blog service of somekind perhaps.  Honestly, it takes me longer to publish this crap on here than it does to write the damned things in the first place.  Something’s got to give.

I’ve been meaning to post something about this for a while. .Pandora. One of those stupendously amazing things that would have, I’m sure, seemed totally miraculous a few years ago, prior to the internet and broadband connections. If you haven’t already tried it give it a go – I think it has more than novelty value. It’s free, but you’ll need to make up a US zip code if you decide to stick with it (I’m confidant you will). What it does is create a personalised playlist or ‘radio station’ based on the name of a band or artist you specify. It references a massive on line music database ‘the music genome project’, and chooses other music you might like based on similarity of form. I think it does so in quite a technical basis and it’s not flawless, but it’s really brilliant if you want to here something new, or find the shuffle setting on your mp3 player a bit too random. You can have lots of channels of your favourite artists running simultaneously, and then flick between them and rate the choices it suggests in order help refine a channel. The ambition of this program is potentially limitless and I just think it’ amazing that it works at all.

It’s another step towards a time when there will be no such thing as scheduled broadcast media. What we will see increasingly is personalised content; it’s already upon us to some degree in various forms.

In ‘researching’ my MA dissertation I came across this little gem, a Good Housekeeping advert from would you believe it 1988, obviously riding on the back of much anti-feminist sentiment. This poster is used by a scholar in an essay to make some very serious points about so-called ‘post-feminism’, but though I see point they’re making, I just can’t help seeing this kind of thing as rather funny. There’s an event better picture from Women’s Day (that I can’t be bothered to scan in), of Barbara Bush posing immaculately in Pearls on a White House sofa, superimposed with speech marks it reads: “Women’s Lib made me feel inadequate and useless”.

I feel like this dissertation, now more then anything else, is impeding me from getting on with the rest of my life. What doesn’t help matters is that I’ve been reading some fairly subversive literature recently slamming post-modern academia, and feminists in particular. Nick Cohen posits that, as well as certain historical factors, it is the academic left’s insistence on ‘theorizing’ identity politics, it’s zombie like fixation on ‘otherness’ and ‘the tyranny of the signifier’, that accounts for its current impotency and lack of moral compass. It’s an argument I find rather appealing having just come through the ‘cultural studies’ experience myself. A typical reading list at a university in the thrall of the ‘post’ies will contain a couple of essays by Enlightenment thinkers early on, and then the rest will be reams and reams of post-modern ‘theory’ characterised for the most part by unnecessary complex language and obscurantism. The general feeling is that the harder to read or understand something is, then the more worthy and important it must be. Maybe this sounds a bit anti-intellectual or plebeian even. But I honestly think George Orwell would be turning in his grave at some of this crap.

In 1996 Dennis Dutton, the editor of Philosophy and literature, opened an annual Bad Writing Contest. The winner in 1999, as Cohen highlights in his book What’s Left: How Liberals Lost their Way, was the radical marxist feminist theorist Judith Butler. There are several of her texts on my reading list, all of potential use in my dissertation – so help me god. Here is the winning entry in all its glory:

The move from a structuralist account in which capital is understood to structure social relations in relatively homologous ways to a view of hegemony in which power relations are subject to repetition, convergence, and rearctiulation brought the question of temporality into the thinking of structure, and marked a shift from a form of Althusserian theory that takes structural totalities as theoretical objects to one in which the insights into the contingent possibility of structure inaugurate a renewed conception of hegemony as bound up with the contingent sites and strategies of the rearticulation of power.

What, except on a very abstract level, does this have to do with reality? And what right do the writers of such stuff have to claim they are coming from the left? Is it any wonder that I’m beginning to take the view that the ‘University experience’ for many of my generation is a complete sham and a swindle?

What sell-outs Mitchell and Webb Are.   You must read this. http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/story/0,,2006031,00.html  What a weird campaign it is – Brooker has it absolutley right.  Who would you rather go to the pub with: lovable Mark (you could have a pint of bitter and talk about history), or Jeremy (you could talk about ambient techno over a couple of bottles of Magners)?  The answer is obvious.  Macs are better though.