Posts from 15th December 2009

Dec 09

special gift for all our readers – Xmas playlist

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I put one together on Spotify for my own entertainment over the holidays, but others might enjoy it too: my Xmas playlist. It includes jazz, pop, reggae, soul, R&B, hip hop, rock, funk and country, among other things. It’s nearly four hours long, so you can skip bits if you like, but I particularly recommend some fairly obscure favourites: the Drifters’ White Christmas, Oscar McLollie And His Honeyjumpers’ Dig That Crazy Santa Claus, Huey Piano Smith & the Clowns’ ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas, the Surfaris’ A Surfer’s Christmas List

FT Advent Calendar Of Free Online Games: 15th December

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The point and click puzzle game these days seems almost as dead as the text adventure. And in the case of the text adventure (interactive fiction darhling) perhaps they have just reverted to their core audiences oblivious of the technological progress that seemingly made them obsolete. Well today’s is a beautiful thing to look at, and to play. Short, sweet and very very pretty. Starring this geezer – but what is he looking at?
telescope man


Selling In The Name Of

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One of the things that’s fascinating about the UK Top 40 is that a device designed to be a pure expression of popularity also works as a reflection of so many other things. People buy songs: if enough people buy a song it gets into the charts, or to #1. Simple! But so simple that it neglects one very important element: why somebody is buying a song.

There’s a baseline assumption that people are buying a song to listen to it because they like it. But of course that’s not the only reason: often people buy songs because the song is part of a wider experience. A world cup, a summer holiday, a movie, a TV show, a human tragedy. This isn’t “hijacking” or manipulating the charts: the pitiless charts, after all, don’t differentiate between purchases out of loyalty, love, or grief. A song bought as a souvenir has still been bought.


Wigmore, Wensleydale, Strathdon Blue (cheesy lovers #55, #56, #57)

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Soft unpasturised sheeps cheese, made in Berkshire and bought from Neal’s Yard Dairy.

Our slice of this cheese has a thick wrinkled white and yellow rind. Inside, the paste is slippery and silky, melting onto the paper in an oozy sticky mass. It’s salty! There are hints of bacon to this – smokey and savoury. It’s milky and fudgy, and there’s a hint of hay about the rind. I love this cheese; it’s rich and salty and soft and feels wonderfully indulgent.


Me And Orson Welles Is A Perfectly Fine Grammatical Construction

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Indeed it is a perfectly fine movie, telling a terrific backstage story with a central capture of a young Welles which tells you a hell of a lot more about the man than any trad biopic would. The film comes on like a Woody Allen period piece, with an eye (and ear) for period detail but filmed on a pretty closed set for budget and story reasons. This is a backstage story you can imagine taking place down the street from Bullets Over Broadway, and shares a generous sense of humour with that film, whilst managing to do Orson Welles the kind of justice that a grand biopic couldn’t do. Indeed Citizen Kane contains within it the best reason not to make such a film about Welles, and not just his own talent for self deceits and fakery. And what better way to discover who Welles really was, but with a fake story starring Zac Efron.

Efron does his job well here, he is pretty, he is a proper male lead which allows Christian McKay to do his extremely impressive Welles. Clearly there is some impersonation here, but there is more of a sense of quicksilver wit, of capricity of a very clever man before the world had battered him into submission. Showing that even at his high point what an egomaniac he was, whilst showing why everyone wanted to work with him and even a sense of the man whose last film would be Transformers The Movie.