sweet effay

Not a lot of action on the blog front, mainly due to Blair’s education thought police (or OFSTED as they more popularly referred to) breathing down Mrs effay’s neck. They arrived at her school for an initial visit yesterday, prompting one member of staff to have a nervous breakdown on the spot (honestly). Hardly anybody is getting any teaching done; they’re just jumping through hoops for these motherfuckers. Anyhow, when the Mrs isn’t at school, she’s commandeering the computers, and the rest of the time, me ‘n’ the kid are playing Lego, fighting moles, and watching Tom and Jerry. I have also been delving into the delights of the Analytic tradition and now have an irresistible urge to start reading Russell on mathematics as a palliative to all that Badiou. Who ever would have guessed that my maths teachers at school would have been proved correct when they said that I would find this stuff useful in later life? Shame I can’t remember most of it, but then OFSTED weren’t around in those days to make sure that I got a Proper Education.

Here’s another acronym: I finally bit the bullet and bought Coil’s ANS box set this week. I would have bought it straight away, but I got the clamshell at ATP (a third acronym! Work it out for yourselves), so wasn’t sure whether I really needed the whole shebang. The thing that really swayed me was the DVD which everybody says is so amazing. To be honest, it just looks like a more sophisticated version of the patterns you get to accompany CDs when you play them on a Playstation. I watched the whole thing in the dark, and totally failed to spazz out as promised. Nice tunes though, in a sort of aimless whining way. Time Machines is much better.

Helen over at TEDAICBAS wants me to post yet more pictures of people with their arms in the air. Surely I did my bit by inadvertently starting Psychbloke off on this mad folly in the first place? Personally, the photos that I’d most like to see it the moment are of IT lurking around as a Goth…