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Wednesday, 18 July, 2007

I'm slowly getting back into form with the blogging thing.

On the subject of make-up once again, this article in The New York Times discusses the phenomenon of young ladies giving out make-up tips via YouTube to an ever-growing audience. Contrast to Salon who report that Mattel is starting a range of make-up targeting young girls (eek!).

I meant to blog this PhD comic on Facebook ages ago but forgot to so both Elsie and Dave beat me to it.

Guy at work forwarded around this Band Name Maker which gave me the following options for a Beilharz band:

• Beilharz Condor
• Adverse Beilharz
• Beilharz Of The Logic
• Policeman Of The Beilharz Tuna
• Phat Beilharz
• Beilharz Death
• Beilharz Hose
• Beilharz Of The Organization
• Beilharz Blister
• Beilharz Pants

“Policeman Of The Beilharz Tuna” has a certain ring to it but Ben much prefers Butterfly Sausage Pyramid which will comprise him, Pakman and Jono who will perform at FEVA's annual How Sweet the Sound concert on the 22nd September (same date as Word by Word). Further details are forthcoming.

But if you're not up for the likes of Butterfly Sausage Pyramid (which means therefore I pity you), you might want to check out Katie Noonan at the Metro on Friday 31st August (tickets go on sale tomorrow). (I pre-ordered her new CD Skin from JB Hi Fi who sucked me in with promises of a double CD which would be signed by her and all for under $25.)

And if Katie doesn't rock your world, perhaps the Hungarian Horntails will. Yes, it seems J.K. Rowling is not so much responsible for encouraging children to take up witchcraft as starting their own bands (a.k.a. wizard rock). And some of them are younger than Smoosh! (Though probably not as talented.)

Finally, back on the theme of life management and the continual battle with the email (which I am continually losing), Salon reviews a stack of books that are supposed to help. But perhaps what we all really need is an attitude shift:

The argument for the empty in box depends on the notion that a crowded in box is a psychic burden. But that's only true if you feel that a crowded in box represents a failure. What if you don't care—and you still Get your Things Done? What if you believe—as the book “A Perfect Mess” argued earlier this year—that neatness is overrated, and moderate disorganization is a sign of creativity and productivity? Messy is exuberant, and exuberance is beauty. A clean in box might be a proud badge of productivity. But it might mean you wasted hours every day fussing over your e-mail when you could have been writing your own “War and Peace,” building the next Google, or drinking a glass of wine.

That doesn't sit well with my fastidiousness, my love of milestones or my being a control freak but it certainly soothes my guilty conscience.

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