No, Really

March 1st, 2010 | brainjuice


Night Music: Lustmord

March 1st, 2010 | music

For no other reason than that I’ve always loved his work and spoke to him over the twitters briefly earlier this evening: Lustmord, "Immersion."

Whitechapel 28feb10

February 28th, 2010 | comics talk

At my internet spiderhole tonight:

* CHINESE WHISPERS UCHRONAL COVER REMODEL: Superman #1 – a change from the usual REMAKE/REMODEL art challenge threads. If you make pictures, you’re welcome to play along.

* What Were The Best Comics Covers Of 2009?

* Eliza Gauger’s SWEATSHOP.TV

* Comics on Sale This Week (mar 3)

* CAPTAIN SWING #1 – conversation thread

Links for 2010-02-27

February 27th, 2010 | brainjuice

  • Nanotube Thermocells Hold Promise as Energy Source
    "A study published in the American Chemical Society's journal Nano Letters reveals that thermocells based on carbon nanotube electrodes might eventually be used for generating electrical energy from heat discarded by chemical plants, automobiles and solar cell farms. Dr. Ray Baughman, director of the Alan G. MacDiarmid NanoTech Institute, collaborated with an international team of researchers on the findings."
    (tags:energy )
  • Slow sales of Pre force Palm to cut forecast
    "Palm is back on the ropes. The smartphone pioneer slashed revenue forecasts Thursday because sales of its Pre handsets have been slow." Why didn't I buy a Pre? I don't trust Palm not to orphan the device, or to manage their apps ecosystem sanely.
    (tags:comms )

This Is Not A Weeknote

February 27th, 2010 | daybook

It just feels like it should be, having lost a couple of days to admin and a couple of days to being in and out of London for a Project Drill meeting (which I sort of want to describe as "meating" because we broke for dinner at an Argentinian steakhouse that has stretched cowhide on its walls instead of, you know, wallpaper). More phone conferences next week, rescheduling a meeting, doing a first pass on Project V when they send me the notes I need… this cloud of potentiality and unannounced work seems to extend and extend. And, of course, even though it’s all necessary business and nothing happens without admin and meetings and all… none of it ever feels like writing. I’m still old-fashioned about writing. Talking project on the phone, spitballing in email, beating down a fourth act face-to-face… to me, it’s never writing. Writing is what happens when I’m alone in a small room with a keyboard, caffeine and a bottle. There was a writer who once said that his job was to punch out typewriters until they spat out the story he wanted, and I’m kind of in that camp.

Pretty picture of a sea monster by Cassandra Melena.


Templesmith is on the road, touring CHOKER #1, but he has FELL #10 pages in hand. He is enjoying snow.


And now I have caffeine and a bottle, and am going to punch out a laptop until it spits out the story I want.