Some of you might have noticed that content has been a bit scant round here lately. If you follow me on Twitter or know me in real life – and how chilling to notice I put those options in that order, eh? Brrr – then you’ll know I broke my right wrist a couple of [...]
This site’s had more false starts than… I dunno, a famous sprinter who tested positive for amphetamine-type drugs. I don’t know about sport so you’ll have to finish that joke yourself. Here comes relaunch no. 3. This time, Postculturist will move back towards the genre of the one-person blog, but with content from special guest [...]
Some of you may have noticed that Postculturist has been carrying ads for some time. Well, they’ve gone. Apart from Amazon. It was always trial and error, but here are the main issues: The ads are ugly and spoil the place. It’s not just the corporate-ness, although that’s a bit horrid. It’s the colonisation of [...]
The Sun (photo courtesy of University of Surrey Astrophysics Department) OK, so we’ve been slack. It’s summer. It’s all got a bit lax around here. But we’ll be shaping up pretty soon, oh yes. Prrrr-ETTY SOON. Let me tell you. Coming up: Something about self-publishing! A somewhat irreverent interview with hip hop beatmonger Earthboundboy! A [...]
Queenie, at home While we’re waiting for something more interesting to look at, here’s today’s daily snapshot. I have blue hair. Coming up on Postculturist: A London DJ shares his ideal club playlist (Spotify-able for UK Postculturists, of course)! A photographic wizard tells us all manner of ace things about, yes, photography, but also life! [...]
We’ve gasped at the thrilling notion of Cindy Sherman and David Byrne dating. We’ve cooed over the adorable sight of Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer falling in love. When I say ‘we’, I do of course mean ‘I’. But you’re with me, right? Yeah, course you are. You like a warm-hearted glow as much as [...]
The news is full of misery. Everywhere you turn, there’s financial carnage, actual carnage and general heart-tugging woe. It’s enough to make you crawl back in bed and set your alarm clock for 2020. (That’s the year 2020, not 8.20pm. No, I don’t know why 2020 either. Don’t question me.) But you don’t come to [...]
It’s here! It’s evolved! It changes colours every time you refresh! (the joy…) It’s Postculturist 2.0. We won’t be calling it that though, don’t worry. That would be Lame 3.0. The site’s got a proper focus now – culture, in all its glorious forms – and it won’t just be me writing either. There will [...]
Beloved readership! Er, or casual visitor! Please take note that this site will be undergoing a spring clean and makeover in the next few days. So when you next come to visit, it might all look rather different. When the site began, it wasn’t with any particular aim in mind. I was waiting for it [...]
I know I need to update this site, but I keep getting distracted. Ten-second attention span. It’s the modern way. That and the fact that I’m mesmerised by a book from 1936 by Dorothea Brande, called Wake Up And Live! It’s out of print and currently going for a hundred quid or so in various [...]
Insomnia’s popped in for a cuppa. Well, I got about 4 hours’ sleep before it came knocking. Zzzzzzz. Why is it that everything seems so melodramatic when you wake in the night? My brain was scrambling around like a monkey on tartrazine. Here are the top 5 things I was fretting about: 1 – Need [...]
This is probably the most pointless YouTube tutorial of all time. Still, filming was much more fun than working. Must apologise for the gratuitous sexism about men’s thumbnails being unsuitable for daisy chain manufacture. I don’t know what possessed me. That is, of course, bilge. I’ve added an on-screen caption out of shame.
Well, everyone else will be talking about the Budget. So instead, have a quick squizz at this BBC story, which describes proposed changes to the MP expenses arrangement. Gordon Brown has announced that “members of Parliament need to have the humility to recognise that the country has lost confidence in the current system“. Canny observation. [...]
There are no words. excerpt from The Dogway Melody (1930-ish)
It’s a new week (well, if you’re from the olden days, you’ll start your week on a Sunday) and what finer welcome could we offer than the launch of a deranged, unnecessary new approach to Postculturist? Taking inspiration from American TV scheduling (and who doesn’t?), this site will run to a strand pattern for the [...]
No more carping today. It’s spring, after all. The giddy, giggly, sunshine season. Spring’s no time for carping. No, today is a day for gambolling through woodland glades like a lamb in a bonnet. Or staying indoors on the internet enjoying these splendid links: For all your burning queries about wicker: Wickerpedia The Government just [...]
So yeah, that last post covered the premise. Now for the blog’s purpose. Um… there isn’t one really. I’m not campaigning or trying to change anything, not like I used to. I’ve no angle beyond ‘life in the current age’. As unambitious – and hopelessly unspecific – as that. On the other hand, that does [...]
I haven’t written very much proper stuff on here yet. Unfortunately I’m not about to change that today. Er… But it could be soon. Well, it could. Stranger things have happened. In the meantime, I’d be delighted if you’d have the loveliest Easter bank holiday weekend imaginable.
UPDATE: A better explanation can be found in the post Postculturism for beginners A good question, and one I’ve been asked literally, ooh, twice. So I’ll be preparing a proper About page on it soon. Roughly, ‘postculture’ is the flippant answer to “What comes after postmodern?” And if that’s as clear as mud, don’t panic. [...]
