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14:37 / 05.08.05

Reckon I can almost se you Flyboy. I'm in the Betsy Trotwood, on an unrelated non-stalker-type mission.

Regrettable Juvenilia

15:35 / 05.08.05

I was there one night last week, 'slightly' worse for wear.

Oh shit! I just seen rap bloggers pushing crack.

16:07 / 05.08.05

I can see the house next to mine, where my neighor painted about 2/3s of his stucco wall a fine beigey color, but left the parts he couldn't reach an irritating greyish tan. I can see his pvc drier discharge pipe pointing skyward. I can see his concrete backyard and the faded green plastic awning above his back door.

Arching my neck a bit, I can see the great big lush green thorn tree in my own back yard, into which our grapevine has throrougly infested itself, so that there are bunches of green wine grapes emerging from all sorts of unlikely parts of the tree.

Arching my neck to the point of being slightly in pain, I can see the faux french countryside patio furniture that we bought for something like 70% off as it was being discontinued.

Beyond that, it's all blue skies and black birds and television aerials as far as the eye can see.

unheimlich manoeuvre

16:30 / 05.08.05

Like Nina I can see a line of red-bricked victorian terraced houses. Well... as the window is so small my view is mainly of their red slate roofs, no chimney stacks though. Beyond them I can see the monstrosity that is one of the shopping centres in Harrow. Red and yellow brick topped off with something half art-deco half mock-classical in a light green.
Absolutely tasteless.

So please excuse me if I keep my eyes on the screen.

16:46 / 05.08.05

I can sort of make out the windows from where I sit. The ones to the outside, I mean -- there are plenty of windows to the tiny offices executive editors & editorial directors sit in lining the newsroom. All in all, I'd rather sit out here in the open.

The external windows are about 20 yards behind me, lining the wall, with venetian blinds that block most of the view. I can tell it is cloudy outside (yesterday, there were 30,000 lightning strikes in Palm Beach County). Most of what I can see, out of the one unobstructed window, is a tree (up next to the building), a tiny bit of a car (in the parking lot behind the tree) and a corner of a construction site. (They're putting a strip mall in what used to be a perfectly respectable thicket.)

Oh, weird -- thunder is booming overhead, so as I'm turning to observe the windows, something remarkable happened. Someone who sits in front of one of them raised the blinds. It's quite cloudy, but not raining yet. Out of that window is a sea of roiling branches, bisected by a concrete light post in the foreground.

Ah, and lightning is flashing now. I won't be going out for lunch, then.

17:51 / 05.08.05

just black. it's 4.50am here and i am inside out of the -3 celcius night that doesn't let me see the garage wall outside the window. just black.

subcultureofone

20:02 / 05.08.05

rain, pretty much all day

my yard

All Acting Regiment

20:40 / 05.08.05

I feel I need to point out something.

Ariadne says: Wow, I'd love to be able to ride a unicycle! Sorry, I know that's just going annoy you all the more, but it would be pretty cool.

No, no, please, if you want to ride a unicycle, by all means go ahead and do it*. I'm not against unicycles for fun and pleasure, it's just the layers of attempted-but-failed ironic coolness inherent in some young, Nathan Barley-esque guy pissing around on a chrome one with Vans stickers on it really annoyed me.

Onto Boboss's question. Seeing as you asked, it's not exactly his full-time job, but yes, my friend (well, aquaintance really) does sell a bit of skag, in a very down to earth, non-gangster glamour way.

He was actually round at mine to sell me an automated cat-feeding dish with timer, which I bought in the end.

22:58 / 05.08.05

The darkness. Not the band. And a big tree, in the darkness.

07:01 / 06.08.05

In the foreground there's a fan, and some glassware I really need to take back in the kitchen. Following that there are several nice big green trees. This is the thing I really like about my bedroom; even though I live in Central London, when I wake up in the morning, the first things I see out my window are trees.

The trees are in a small parking lot, and beyond them is a giant concrete and icky green housing block, which I have never liked. And a little brick garage, which I do like.

07:25 / 06.08.05

I'm too twitchy to write a description... maybe it would be a good idea to try.

but anyway here's some video from out of my bedroom window

video

08:58 / 06.08.05

talk about raising the bar - that's fantastic, I watched it three times!!!

09:03 / 06.08.05

I was a bit scared to open it because the curtain (as I discovered it was) looks really creepy in that little box. But yes, brilliant - made me miss London!

09:31 / 06.08.05

I am at home now and the view out my window is much better. Starting with the nearest objects and working out I can see the river Kelvin, a park type area with lots of trees, an underground station & its car-park, and a large number of tenement buildings which surround the park. In the distance I can see some spires and the top of some towerblocks. The sky is blue with some of those very fluffy looking clouds. It's all very pleasant and I am considering going for a walk in the park.

15:34 / 06.08.05

Well, they took the darkness away and now I'm out back, after an unsuccessful bookcase hunt that Ganesh continues alone, uptown. I am sitting in a comfy director's chair that belongs to someone else but somehow got itself included in our belongings that have been transported down from storage in Scotland. It was broken and has been expertly repaired by me, with two robust pillow cases and two leather cushions.

The big cat is sprawled like a dead sloth on the tiles below my feet and immediately ahead is the multi-coloured and very artistic display of clothes drying on the clothes horse. I'm staring straight ahead at a row of other terraces, all unoccupied as people do more interesting things on the weekend.

To the right is a further strip of gardens and much lush greenery. Despite having obtained my Boy Scout treespotting badge years ago, I can identify none of the many trees, apart from a bamboo in the next garden but one. Then there's a row of garages and then a long strip of more modern houses. A huuuge tower block stands over to my SW and to the West is another huuuge typically London le Corbusier-lite construction.

Every five minutes a plane flies over but I can hear none of them as I'm plugged into the iPod and Trent Reznor is roaring industrially, to my intense delight. Ah, I see little cat appear up the spiral staircase from the garden below, stalking insects.

Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

Tryphena Absent

14:49 / 08.08.05

Alas not a video but the views from my living room as I'm sitting (facing to the right) in the bay window...

To my left

And behind me:

15:01 / 08.08.05

I can only see drawn blinds. The bed is comfortable.

15:07 / 08.08.05

Flyboy:

I was there one night last week, 'slightly' worse for wear.

Oh shit! I just seen rap bloggers pushing crack.

On unicycles?

Yeah that bloody place was my ruin Friday night. I'll have a copy of Caravan Monthly in my back pocket next time so if your in there, you'll know.

Moved offices now. Lower Regent Street is the view. Can't complain - always something going on during my frequent window gazing daydreams.....

15:34 / 08.08.05

Here's what I was looking at back in January or thereabouts. Annoyingly it all looks a hundred miles further away in that pic than in reality. I think my camera was set to The Opposite of Zoom. Mooz, I should imagine.

One day an old boy stumbled in to the office looking for the "retired railway workers' convalescent homes society," and he ended up telling me what all the buildings out the window used to be. He reckoned that the Victorian brick building in the foreground of that pic had once been "a cinema and an army recruitment office". You could go and watch a film about the war and sign up for the King's shilling in the foyer afterwards. What a load of bollocks, eh?

Oh yeah, see that tree - is that the result of pollarding?

15:39 / 08.08.05

Ah, the Millennium Thing! With the ... thing on the side of it!

I think that is pollarding, but I thought they did it lower down the tree? Maybe not. Anyway the effect looks the same.

I can see: the inner wall of the moat (sadly not a real moat with water, just a big ditch built round the building). Then the builders' hut. Then a currugated iron shed or container or something. Then the side of the South Block, which is a kind of grey modernist pile. If my blind wasn't down I would also be able to see blue sky. The odd person walking by (assorted University varieties plus locals on their way through, including Ricky Gervais all the bloody time, he is jolly short).

08:29 / 09.08.05

No famous people walking past, i haven't noticed. I have quite a panoramic view that takes in that long railway bridge that you travel on when you're entering Brighton.
On the left there's an ugly building that looks like the Pompidou Centre if it had been cobbled together with bits of dirty white plastic, which proclaims itself to be "the Church of Christ the King", weirdly.
To the right there's lanes and graffiti-covered walls. I can see lots of curving terraced streets, alternate houses coloured differently.

toughest, fastest, fatest

10:50 / 09.08.05

when i look out of my window i can see, a row of terrace houses (former property of the great eastern railway), a crack dealer shouting at his girlfriend/prostitute/both and the local primary school having work done on it.

oh and the top of the range audi belonging to the local greco-albanian landlord/gangmaster has just pulled up...

Mysterious Transfer Student

16:42 / 10.08.05

First post!

(Had intended to post this earlier today, but ran into a flock of MYSQLs.)

I'm on the top floor of a soon-to-be-decommissioned office building in the Hayes, Cardiff's main shopping district. My window faces onto (in reverse order of distance) several fancy new residential developments, an impressively sinister multiplex cinema, the curious turreted roof of the city library, and two mighty multistory car parks, the venues for air-to-surface anti-pedestrian spitting games.

The sound picture includes a *hugely irritating* recorded don't-let-me-run-you-over-and-sue-us message from a nearby Securicor van, the pterodactyl-sized seagulls bred by Cardiff's snack/litter ambient debris, and someone's dog barking from within the multistory - the concrete walls and ceilings turning what is likely a Big Issue vendor's harmless pooch into a BBC adaptation Baskerville monster.

08:01 / 11.08.05

when i look out of my window i can see, a row of terrace houses (former property of the great eastern railway), a crack dealer shouting at his girlfriend/prostitute/both and the local primary school having work done on it.

oh and the top of the range audi belonging to the local greco-albanian landlord/gangmaster has just pulled up...

You're Richard Littlejohn and I claim my £10 book token, etc.

08:33 / 11.08.05

Looking out the widow, I see squirrels, eating flowers.

They've been a bit much lately, those pesky 'greys', so how would I go about, not killing them exactly, but the next best thing? Hurting them badly?

09:47 / 17.08.05

I finally made a picture of my backyard.

Made the above picture and the following just minutes ago. I´ve never seen this before. I gather they´re towing the cars away, because of the trees. They´ve been cutting at them since yesterday.

The last photo is my view, sitting here at my pc. I´d have to stand up for that angle, though.

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