Argo

Long-suffering readers of the blog may recall that I’m a sucker for a good airport.

Monet adore le William Gibson, innit?
Ceci n’est pas la Gare Saint-Lazare

Yes, Copenhagen is a good example. But this past weekend, as President Trump stuffed sachets of ketchup into his hand luggage before heading off on his whistle-stop tour of some of the world’s top religious sites, we were at Washington’s Dulles International Airport.

[Did you catch last week’s Apoplexy Tiny Letter? It’s a nice warm-up for this post.]
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Prouder, Stronger, Better

Before we get started, I’d like to direct you to Marcelo’s comment to recent post Into The Trees. and the associated Wired article.

🎶You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die alone🎶
I’m pretty sure you’ve got that the wrong way round, dude.

[For more cheery, knockabout humour, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Prouder, Stronger, Better

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Below The Neck

So – two weeks later – I’ve finally reconciled myself to the ending of the live-action version of Ghost In The Shell.

Best chip shop name ever: A Salt and Battery
Final Assault: I promise, no more GitS after today

My question about the Hollywood movie of Ghost In The Shell was:

  1. If the fictional Hanka Robotics has developed a mechanical body, or “shell”, that can integrate a human brain; and
  2. “We cling to memories as if they define us, but they don’t. What we do is what defines us”; then
  3. Why would an anarchist who is rounded up to be a test specimen in a shell choose to define herself by the actions she is ordered to take by the government?

Read on for the “exciting” answer…

[But first, check out the exciting Apoplexy Tiny Letter.]

Continue reading Below The Neck

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Into The Trees

I guess a couple of the questions that Ghost in the Shellthe subject of last week’s post – raises are What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to be alive? And inadvertently, What does it take to turn a squat-dwelling anarchist into a willing super-weapon for a government  that used her as a disposable lab experiment?

Quick! Unplug the Channel 4 election fraud wire!
What? Oh, it’s just the quickest way to absorb BBC News.

Long-suffering readers of the blog may recall that I’m interested in what it means to be alive….

[Find more enjoyably prosaic thoughts in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter]

Continue reading Into The Trees

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Ghost in the Shell

OK. Two weeks ago was #stroke news. Last week was music. That must mean that this week, it’s… SCI-FI!!!

But let’s not be too predictable. I’m not going to bang on too much about last weekend’s Doctor Who. Although Smile was a good little episode. Thought-provoking. In fact, as I think about it again, I reckon that it might have been more satisfying that this week’s bigger, sexier, sci-fi outing.

I'm wearing a hoodie right now, Sexy
“But middle-aged Scottish men are sexier than Scarlett Johansson!” (FACT)

[For even more satisfaction, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Ghost in the Shell

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The Sound of [Young] Scotland

Mrs Stroke Bloke and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary this past weekend.

The Third Firth of Forth Bridge
Where it all went down – over by the Irn Bru coloured one

And what a pleasant day our anniversary was. We started off at the Scottish Gallery of Modern Art, which was featuring a Bridget Riley exhibition. I found that some of the impact  of seeing her work for the first time in New York many years ago had faded. YMMV, obvs.

For more uninformed opinion, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter. Or BBC politics correspondent Norman Smith trying to talk about Scottish politics on the PM show.

Continue reading The Sound of [Young] Scotland

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Digesta Plaga #9

It’s been over two years since the last stroke news digest on apoplectic.me. Which must mean something, I suppose. But yesterday, I was revisiting some old posts from the January immediately following Strokefest 2012, and strokes have been all over the news during the past week. So I thought today might be a good time to reclaim my Stroke Bloke identity.

Oh. Fair enough.
Hold on, that’s not Strokefest 2012. Isn’t that…?

[For The Stroke News That’s Unfit To Print, check out the Apoplexy newsletter.] Continue reading Digesta Plaga #9

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Everybody Needs a 303

Ikutaro Kakehashi died on Saturday at the age of 87. A check check of the Interwebz doesn’t reveal the cause of his death, and he was Japanese – but he has to get a Great British Strokes-shaped post.

Y’see, this…

You may need one of these
Roland TB-303 Bass Line

[For more repetitive beats, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Everybody Needs a 303

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A Ray of Sunshine

It has never been hard to tell the difference between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine, PG Wodehouse once wrote. And today, as the Scottish Parliament debates the merits of approaching Westminster regarding another Independence referendum and just under half of the MSPs grumble about the Scottish Government manufacturing grievances, maybe it’s time to change the stereotype?

"Is it no, aye?"
(A) A Scotsman, (B) a ray of sunshine, (C) the mighty Kingsley, or (D) all of the above?

[For more sugar, spice, and nice things, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter]

Continue reading A Ray of Sunshine

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Moonage Daydream

Long-suffering readers of the blog may recall that a couple of years ago I went through a bit of an obsession with the moon. (1, 2)

Over the Moons
D: None of the above

Yeah. Not Mark Kozelek’s Sun Kil Moon, messiah claimant Sun Myung Moon and his Unification Church, or even Ban Ki-moon, eighth Secretary General of the United Nations.

[More, occasionally stroke-related, whimsy here.] Continue reading Moonage Daydream

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