Wednesday, June 25, 2008

£ for £

fucking rough game, this, coming out even against paris. no swings and round-a-bouts here, dear friends. fortuna's wheel builds up some pretty serious fucking angular velocity and don't get me started on its moment of inertia.
last night, a simple trip to the Eiffel tower (nighttime for the benefit of the little one) turned into a 5 hour excursion; then, today a trip to IRCAM and the Pompidou centre: IRCAM public areas were shut for a conference that my supervisor demanded I submit for but I didn't get my shit together and the Pompidou centre was open every single day of the year except May 1. And Tuesdays, of course.
RUKIDNAO!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

we love feeb



negus wine?

enough with the french music

what a fucking hard man:

Monday, June 23, 2008

WEP hacking - today

it took me 2 weeks to overcome the ethical problems in torrenting the hell out of a hacked wifi network. I didn't do it in hungary because I was worried about the economic consequences for the dude; I didn't do it in Vienna because the network was called 'CHINESE HOUSE' and there was a chinese joint below us staffed by a couple of big dudes who always seemed cranky; now in paris and having been seriously boned every other time I've been here, Fortuna's being a gracious maatron, indeed.
So far found 7 euro on the ground/on seats etc., and went to a science museum yesterday which explained heaps of shit essential to my degree; as well as fully demonstrating the control law for a double pendulum, they used Asterix to explain Zeno's tortoise parardox, and 70s-styled, androgynous-like full frontal nudity to explain symmetry! So, 'TECOM-AH4222-819CB5', bones to you!
Was going to write a little more, but keep confusing the mouse connected to the desktop in front of me (on which I'm reading albrechtsen's latest tripe) as being connected to my laptop. To the fruit shop! For wine!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

the RIGA


Compare this to an exhibition I went to at the vienna modern art museum, Bad Painting, Good Art. I have never seen 'rigour/ous' used with such frequency, again with the austrian thing talking plenty about what they're not actually doing. the introduction to their modernist section was especially admonishing: "You may well look at a work and stand back aghast at the arrogance of the artist telling you they have found perfection but..." was seriously how it began.

cheump out.

what a fucking unrigorous slogan