Maybe we don’t need to have celebrities anymore. Live music used to be a much more common and more casual endeavour than it is now. You wouldn’t have to spend a third of your fortnightly pay for a full stadium show performance, that we dress up and queue for, where you can only see the actual artist through the screens, and the audio comes through digital means. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have sobbed at many, many, shows, where the tiny spec at the other end of spark arena is

a love letter to digital tactility. It’s midday on a Thursday and I’m spending my lunch break sitting through a corporate lunch and learn. Up on the screen is an AI generated anthropomorphised basketball in an art style i can’t quite put a finger on. It’s soulless beady eyes stare right through me. It’s Friday morning and I get an email answer back from someone. Their answer to “What’s a part of your job you enjoy?” is littered with em dashes and has an artificial aftertaste

So I’ve begun my 800th ADHD passion project, and I wont tell you about it yet, partially because I’m trying to adopt Dan Berry’s wonderful “make it then tell everybody” ethos from his podcast of the same name, and partially because I’m honestly not sure it will ever see the light of day or get finished. But through this project it’s led me down a research rabbit hole about elevators. In the 1800s when elevators were still early days, a dude named Otis figured out how to make

Before we begin, this topic is extraordinarily broad, so let me clarify the sector I’m discussing, and some other disclaimers before we can get to the meat of it. In this conversation I am talking about AI art made through unethical means, e.g. creating pictures from an AI tool that has been fed source images of stolen art taken against the original artists permission. For example, with Chat GPTs new image generation capabilities, there is a mass stealing of Studio Ghibli’s w

What songs do we sing at rock bottom? Escaping the Imposter syndrome and Artistic Despair. The general sentiment of this zeitgeist we’re in, is that we all seem to be on different kinds of sinking ships. Some of us are stepping onto lifeboats, some are singing on the way down… leaning into their turmoil, and others are learning how to swim. I’ve been singing all the way down, until I remembered this is like… actually something I have control over??? I don’t want to learn to s

Teeth. The only bones we're semi-casual about losing. I first sold my bones on the black market to an anonymous buyer when I was about 5 years old. The arrangement was, if I left the tooth at the pre-arranged drop off point (under my pillow) then the reward money (a gold coin) was left in exchange for collection the next day. This worked out pretty well for me until my supply stopped, and I got told by a friend at school that my anonymous buyer "wasn't real". That one hurt. M