My name usurpers (aka "badrash.com") mentioned thebadrash.com in a forum which someone sent me yesterday, but said (with a certain degree of certainty) that thebadrash.com isn't political.
As a reminder for those of you not au fait with my disagreement with these fools, they run a website which sells clothes for young political rebels. Possibly they also stitch the clothes themselves. I don't much care for their opinions and I feel that it's a little unfair that they'd say that there isn't anything political on this website. Perhaps there's not quite enough sloganeering or meaningless iconography on this site for it to qualify as political? Perhaps this is a case of more political than thou? Perhaps they couldn't be bothered to read my site and made a rash but excusable judgement based purely on an image of psycho fox?
Well get this, you badrash suckers: I eat lots of meat, despite the fact that I recognise it as not a morally good thing to do. Has that jumbled your brains up to mash? AND plus, I class myself as a socialist. And!! I will get so political from now on that you won't believe!
Go back to school.
It's totally summertime! We'll be having beers at an outside bar this evening, feeling warm, safe and relaxed, as we celebrate how clever we all were for leaving northern Europe and moving to Spain.
They can be bigger, but the resolution ain't brilliant. But this is fine for the website.
Oh yes, by the way: new template. Will personalise when possible. Old one was screwing up my posting.
AND PLUS: have new mobile phone
It has the camera, and I will v soon be able to upload images from it to the blog. Thus hopefully more frequent pictures of such great things as G asleep on the night bus, religious processions going by, and my rose.
I work for a large multinational computer corporation. I'm not employed by them because I'm outsourced. So I work for this large corporation, but I'm paid by another company. The company I'm paid by is actually owned by several other companies, including BDO, and advertising firm which helped bankroll Bush's election campaign the last time around.
Around the beginning of February, the company's president (this is the company I'm paid by), a figurehead more than an executive, informed us that we had not been successful in winning the contract we had worked the previous three months for. The computer company we work for had decided that the system used for our particular area of business was antiquated and, rather than just telling us to upgrade to the new system they had picked, saw a decent opportunity for a brand new contract (and thus competition).
This competition was completely and utterly fair. On the one side, our office in Barcelona: cheaper than London, we're experienced in the job and The Process. On the other side, an office in Prague, much cheaper than Barcelona, run by a Partner firm of the big computer company we are working for. The partner won the business. Our president warned us that in four months, they may have to start letting people go.
Now that is about seven weeks away and, though I'm confident I'll be working until September, I thought I might keep a record of a dying office.
First observation: The fact that I can write this.
When I joined the company on September the 10th last year, the work was very hard. We handle the order process for our large computer company. We're referred to in official mails as "members of the
Since our president's address explaining the mystery of how a much bigger company than ours (the one which pays us), a partner of the large company we work for, with plans to set up in Prague, the cheap labour capital of Europe, had managed to win a contract away from us; since then, standards have slipped at work. People talk all the time. Me included. It's great. People don't have that much work to do. Partly due to Process, which I'll explain at a later date, being improved and partly due to customers being shifted to the new system, the number of enquiries we receive (the bulk of the work we do) has fallen suddenly. Now I can spend half an hour typing this, and I genuinely have nothing better to be doing. This is going to carry on for months. Management don't say a word, though it's impossible that they haven't noticed the decline in our work ethic: this is a sinking ship, and they can't punish us for playing the odd card of games (or whatever it is that pirates did) as it goes down.
I love Franz Ferdinand, but they're no Libertines.
They're kind of a cool Muse. The riffs sometimes sound the same. I can't possibly be the only person who thinks that.
Benicassim Festival 2004 has announced the first confirmed bands: (for your benefit, I have put an asterisk by the bands I plan to watch – let's meet there?
ARMAND VAN HELDEN
BELLE & SEBASTIAN *
BRIAN WILSON *
FC KAHUNA *
FELIX DA HOUSECAT *
FRANZ FERDINAND *
HER SPACE HOLIDAY
KINGS OF LEON *
LE HAMMOND INFERNO
LOU REED *
LOVE with ARTHUR LEE **
PET SHOP BOYS *
SCISSOR SISTERS *
SNOW PATROL *
THE CHARLATANS *
THE CHEMICAL BROTHERS *
THE DANDY WARHOLS
THE SHINS *
THE SUNDAY DRIVERS
OUTPUT LABEL NIGHT
MEGO LABEL NIGHT
PITA & TINA FRANK
CITY CENTRE OFFICES LABEL NIGHT
B-PITCH LABEL NIGHT