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Photo August

July 30th, 2010

August Break

This August will be all about images.

Starting Sunday 1st August I’ll be guest blogging at Levenshulme Daily Photo for a week. I’m standing in for Sue-Ann while she’s away. Keep up with my Levy pics at www.levenshulmedailyphotograph.blogspot.com.

I’m also involved in The August Break which is managed by Susannah Conway. The idea is that you let your pictures do the talking for a whole month. i.e. you blog in photographs rather than words. I’ll be improvising on this little and providing some words but they will be led by the images. If you’re interested in getting involved you can join via Susannah’s blog at www.susannahconway.com. There is also a Flickr group at www.flickr.com/groups/the-august-break-2010.

Two days to go.

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POD

July 27th, 2010
POD, Levenshulme

POD (Post Office Deli) appeared one day, all shiny and new, on Albert Road in Levenshulme. And about blummin’ time. It’s is not just a deli, it’s a cafe too with indoor and outdoor seating. They serve quality organic food, much of which is homemade, along with Fair Trade tea and coffee.

We stopped by one weekend and enjoyed a meat-eater’s breakfast – fried sausages from W H Frost’s in Chorlton, bacon, free range eggs, tomato, toasted Barbakan bread and a mug of tea. It didn’t disappoint and we couldn’t resist taking away a loaf of the bread, some tabbouleh salad and a couple of slices of baked cheesecake.

POD, Levenshulme

The cafe was busy from when we arrived until we left and seems to have become very popular, very quickly. It’s easy to see why. There’s nowhere else in Levenshulme where you can buy this kind of quality, freshly-prepared food. Service is good too and everyone we spoke to was friendly and cheerful.

If you don’t have time to sit and enjoy a cup of coffee (hand blended on the premises) and take advantage of the free wifi, then grab some take-out. There’s a good variety of Suma foodstuffs, homemade cakes, sandwiches, wraps, soups and house chutneys.

For the full menu visit the POD website at www.pod-deli.co.uk. A slide show on their home page shows the transformation from GPO to POD. They also have a Facebook page.

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Grief

June 10th, 2010
Dark Tree

When someone dies, someone you love, you discover the news of their death more than once.

The first time is a telephone call; a knock at the door. Eyes averted and euphemisms, ‘gone’, ‘passed away’ and ‘in his sleep’. And you’re reeling. Can’t quite . . . how . . . . And what you’re left with is a feeling of having no control. A terrible, dull sense of finality.

A few days later you sleep heavily. Finally. After days of phone calls, ‘arrangements’, ‘preparations’ and crying, comes sleep. And in the morning for a few blessed seconds your mind gives you peace, only to rake it back again like the sea dragging back stones. Realisation comes hard like a fist.

And three years later you’re sat in a taxi. It’s late but the roads are busy with football traffic. The driver is talking about the match, “United won then”. I smile and think about you. Somewhere in a North Wales pub, celebrating. I search my mind for the number to text. And realisation walks in again. Is sat beside me in the taxi, stealing the air.

When someone dies, someone you love, you discover the news of their death more than once.

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The Obligatory Football Post

June 9th, 2010

World Cup 2010

I guess the World Cup starts on Saturday. Drums fingers on desk. Stares out of the window at the cars going past sporting England flags. I wish I could muster up a bit of enthusiasm but I can’t. Of course I want England to win. Of course I do. But I know that at some point soon I’ll be so sick of the damn thing that I’ll secretly wish for them to be knocked out so I don’t have to hear about it anymore. When that thought comes I’ll keep it to myself.

My husband, of course, can’t wait. He’ll be commandeering the remote for the next few weeks, while I sit upstairs reading. I suggested to him the other day that the best football matches are the ones where your team is losing right up until the last few minutes. And at the last possible moment they score twice and win. Apparently they’re not the best games; a sentiment echoed around the office the other day.

One thing I do like about the World Cup is the party atmosphere. Everyone (apart from me apparently) will be tuning in and watching the same matches at the same time. When England score we’ll hear the cheers drifting in through the open windows, cars will toot their horns and strangers will nod and smile and comment on the game. It isn’t often that we have this sense of belonging and collective pride.

I’ll leave you with this ad from Carlsberg.

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Kindle

June 7th, 2010

When I first heard about electronic book readers I was determined to hate them. I love books. Their design, their typeface, their smell, their covers. I love everything about them. And so when people started talking about books becoming redundant and electronic readers taking over I vowed never to pick one up.

And then along came Kindle. Launching initially in the US, I kept stumbling across blog posts and articles on its functions and capabilities. Lightweight design. Stores 1,600 books. Paper-like resolution. Download a book in 60 seconds. 60 seconds! I was intrigued. I read more and more and couldn’t wait to get hold of one.

The UK launch was quiet. Either that or I was too buried in work at the time to notice it. And so when I received a Kindle for Christmas last year it was a complete surprise. The first thing you notice is the size. They’re lighter and thinner than a typical paperback and therefore easy to fit in your bag. I’m a bit paranoid about getting mine scratched and so a case is a good idea. Of course the real benefits of size and weight are realised when you’re going on holiday.

Another great feature is the ability to annotate and make notes using the QWERTY keyboard. As it’s digital notes and clippings can be exported. You can also consult a built in dictionary which appears without the need to navigate away from the page. A nifty search feature can search either a specific book or your whole library.

What else? Oh yes. Downloading. I’ve been dying to read Helen Dunmore’s new novel, ‘The Betrayal‘. Rather than having to schlep into Manchester I downloaded it onto my Kindle in less than a minute. I know we’re used to downloading music and videos but to have immediate access to thousands of books is exciting to me. Unfortunately, not all books are available in Kindle format but as the device becomes more popular I expect their book store will grow.

One of the main concerns about e-readers is the display. I could never sit at my laptop and read a novel. It wouldn’t be comfortable. The glare and resolution would hurt my eyes and it just wouldn’t feel right. This is where the Kindle’s E-Ink ® electronic paper display comes in. The display renders like paper. There’s no glare and strangely it’s more like reading from a book than from a screen. It’s very difficult to describe. You really have to experience it for yourself.

I think the best compliment that I can give the Kindle is that you forget you’re reading an e-reader. When you’re reading a book you’re not conscious of the book itself, you’re engrossed in the story. The same is true of Kindle. The only small niggle is the tiny click that the reader makes when you press the next and previous page buttons. I’m not aware of this myself when I’m reading but I expect if I was sat next someone else doing this, I would be.

For most of the books in the Kindle Store you can ‘try before you buy’ with a free sample. I wonder how much this will change the way we write? Intriguing opening chapters are not new. But as we use e-readers more and more and become tempted by free samples, a good opening is going to be even more important to hook the reader and persuade them to buy the full book.

And so where does this leave books? Will they become redundant? Personally I don’t think so. Nothing can beat browsing a book shop or flicking through an old Penguin paperback. And if I read a book that I particularly like then I’d probably buy it in both formats.

‘This is the point. One technology doesn’t replace another, it complements. Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators’. (Stephen Fry, Twitter, 11 March 2009)

More Links:

Kindle – www.amazon.com/kindle
Video Demo of Kindle – www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/mWJ3HFOKDNYGT
Jakob Nielsen on Kindle – www.useit.com/alertbox/kindle-usability-review.html
Helen Dunmore – www.helendunmore.com

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All Caught Up

March 3rd, 2010

Tumbleweed

It’s been a while since I last wrote. Work got in the way again. I’m not really sure where to start; maybe a quick round-up to ease me in.

Things that have happened since my last post:

  1. I’ve had another birthday and Christmas has been and gone.
  2. The snow came, froze and went away again.
  3. I received some paid writing work.
  4. My boy cat has taken to peeing on the toilet lid.
  5. I locked myself out, forgot my purse and spent two hours on the back step on a winter’s night.
  6. I have been to the theatre five times. The most notable performances were Breakfast at Tiffany’s in London and I Ought to be in Pictures at the Library Theatre, Manchester.
  7. I went to see Paranormal Activity at the Belle Vue Showcase. It was the scariest film I’ve ever seen. Ever. Don’t watch it alone.
  8. I reread Emma and loved it all over again.
  9. I have a Kindle. More on that soon.
  10. I have been stressed
  11. Rehearsal video clip for I Ought to be in Pictures:

    There. All caught up.

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Manchester Blog Awards

October 21st, 2009

Manchester Blog Awards

It’s the Manchester Blog Awards tonight. Judging from today’s Twitter posts it’s shaping up to be a fun event. The venue has changed this year and the festivities will be taking place at the newly rennovated Band on the Wall. It all kicks off at 7 o’clock with music and readings from Manchester bloggers and Jenn Ashworth – winner of last year’s Best Writing on a Blog award and author of A Kind of Intimacy.

I was absolutely thrilled to hear that Lady Levenshulme has been shortlisted for the Best Personal Blog award. Had I not been at work at the time I would have done a little dance. Okay, so I did a little dance. But in the privacy of the ladies’ loo. And then later when I got home.

Do take a look at the shortlist. There are some very talented bloggers on there. And good luck to everyone tonight.

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A Weekend Off

September 10th, 2009

The passing of time

Last week we ’saved’ our Bank Holiday and took it this week instead. It was a complete break from work with no phones, no queries and no schedules. The last time I had a proper weekend off work was back in June when we went to Hay. And given that our next break won’t be for a while we wanted to make this one count.

The thing about time off work when you run a business is that you end up working the day off in advance. So by the time Saturday arrived we were knackered. We had a bit of a slow morning with a late breakfast and then went along to The Whitworth Art Gallery. I’ve only ever visited the gallery as part of an event and have never really taken the time to have a proper look round. It’s a lot bigger than I thought and there’s lots to see. But what I like best about it is that alongside more traditional pieces are modern works by contemporary artists and makers. And it’s not just about art. I particularly enjoyed the textile collection, which gave me lots of ideas.

After the gallery it was home for a quick tea and then off to The Lowry to see Prick up Your Ears. If you get chance, go and see this play. It’s dark, funny and uncomfortably moving.

On Sunday we went for a guided walk around Manchester. This probably sounds a bit odd. I mean I’ve lived here for most of life but there’s so much that I don’t know about the area. For example, did you know that the three lines on the Manchester crest symbolize the three rivers? The Medlock, the Irk and the Irwell. Walking round and listening to a guide makes you see things you might normally overlook or take for granted. And of course I love stories and so the guide had a captive audience. There were only four of us, my husband and me and a couple visiting from Austria.

On Monday we ended up in Haworth. Yes, I admit I saw the recent adaptation and it sparked my interest. I’ve started to reread ‘Wuthering Heights’ and wanted to go back to the moors to see where it all began. I’ve been to Haworth before but I’d never visited the Parsonage. This is where the Brontë family lived from 1820 to 1861. It’s full of interesting artifacts and some of the family’s personal possessions. A brooch made from Charlotte’s hair, her writing box and paints, pictures, letters, diary entries. All absolutely fascinating.

Some of the costumes from the recent ITV adaptation were also on loan and it was interesting to see the inspiration behind them. To be honest I felt that Cathy’s clothes were a bit too modern but it seems that this had been the intention. The costume designer had wanted to move away from traditional garments of the period and introduce a slightly more contemporary look. The strong colours of Cathy’s clothes mirrored the countryside and were later ‘bleached out’ when she went to live with the Lintons, to symbolize the ‘taming’ of her nature. There’s more information on the ITV website.

Later we walked on the moors. The sun came out and it was the perfect end to the long weekend.

And when I got up for work on Tuesday autumn had arrived.

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Dreaming

September 1st, 2009

Dreams

It is 2 o’clock in the morning.  I wake with a start and sit bolt upright. I realise that I haven’t got back to a client about a project.  For months.  The project has been left, discarded, forgotten.  My husband shifts besides me and turns over.  I start back tracking and going over the project in my mind but it’s slipping away.  I can’t recall the details.  I’m perched on the edge of the bed, head in heads trying to remember but the more I think about it the more it slips away.  Now I cannot remember the client.  The client does not exist.

I have these dreams regularly.  Sometimes nightly.  The strange thing is that I never immediately recognise them as dreams.  The mind is a strange place and not always kind.  Afterwards I’m restless and sleep fitfully, going through schedules and writing emails in my head.  When the alarm clock goes off at six I’m exhausted and feel I like I’ve worked through the night.

My husband hardly ever dreams.  Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say that he doesn’t recall his dreams.  I know that I dream every night because I remember them.  Sometimes it’s just a left over feeling and other times the dream is still there when I wake up.  In the room with me.  In the dark.  These dreams are usually accompanied with screams and a frenzied attempt at an exit.

The dreams occur so often that you’d think I’d become aware much quicker.  But I don’t.  Every time I’m convinced that I’ve forgotten something or that someone or something is in the room.  I call them smart dreams.  They evolve, finding new ways to deceive and trick the mind.

And then sometimes there’s my dad.  He’s in a crowd and he’s laughing.  I can see him clearly – his eyes, his hair, his features.  I can hear his voice, his Salford vowels.  I can see him much clearer than I remember him during the day.  But then my mind starts turning and questions come to the surface that I never get chance to ask. I wake up. I don’t feel sad. I feel happy because he’s happy. For these dreams I’m grateful.

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Virtually Living

August 9th, 2009

On Friday I went along to TEDx Liverpool (#TEDxlp). TED’s slogan is ‘ideas worth spreading’ and this pretty much sums it up. TED stands for ‘technology’, ‘education’ and ‘design’ but the themes covered are much broader. The TEDx events are independently organised and tend to be a mixture of video footage and live talks. Over the years many noteworthy speakers have shared their ideas including Tim Berners-Lee, Bono, Richard Branson, Bill Clinton and a whole raft of others.

The theme of Friday’s event was creativity and it was fascinating. There was everything from future technology, how schools kill creativity, to social journalism and a nifty device called Arduino, which could potentially enable you to track your cat.  I have to admit that the next few minutes were lost to me as I weighed up the possibilities of this last suggestion.  It was a thought provoking event and a great way to spend a Friday afternoon.

I took a lot of ideas away with me but one thing has haunted me all weekend. Take a look at the video above. Have you watched it? I do this. Not to this extent of course. Not the kiss and the riding precariously on a motorbike but other things. I check my phone almost obsessively. And I don’t even like mobile phones. I never have. I have a landline at work and one at home. If you can’t get me on those then I’m out. Leave me a message and I’ll phone you later. Less than a dozen people have my mobile phone number and that’s just fine with me. No, what I’m doing when I’m ‘checking’ my phone is reading email, my Twitter feed and blog posts.

Sometimes in the evenings I look up and Lord Levy has been staring at his phone and I have been staring at mine. Or one or both of us have laptops out. Just sometimes I think, “Hello, I’m really here you know. Why don’t we have a real conversation?”

The other night we were talking about going on holiday later in the year. I wasn’t thinking about the view from the balcony or all the new places we could discover. No. I was thinking, “I wonder whether they have wireless access so I can take my laptop and blog and upload pictures.” I was wondering whether my iPhone would work in Italy.

I’m not one of those people who has to share their life online. I’m really not. In fact, I’m quite a private person. What is shared here is only selective information. I think about writing a lot. Wherever I am, I think about how I can blog this experience or how it would fit into a story. But I do worry that at times it goes a little bit too far. I wonder whether other bloggers feel this? Is our enjoyment now felt through publishing the event, rather than through experiencing the event itself? Being in the moment and conveying immediacy is one thing but are we contriving situations to try and tailor them to our writing? If so, isn’t it all a bit fake?

Wordsworth described his writing as ‘emotion recollected in tranquility’. This suggests that whatever event triggered his inspiration was written later when he had the chance to do it justice. It also suggests (I hope) that he enjoyed the daffodils and the subjects of his poetry. Perhaps it is truly experiencing something that brings about good writing.

So tonight I’m switching the devices off. The phones, the computers, the laptops. But only after I’ve tweeted this post.

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