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Artists in Residence in World of Warcraft

My friends and DRU colleagues Alison Mealey and Tom Betts are going to be artists in residence in World of Warcraft.

To get the job they had to journey many leagues to a pig farm in the game (not sure why a pig farm) and be interviewed by a panel of wizards, dwarves and other mythical characters, possibly riding giant chickens.

I've never played World of Warcraft, and don't really understand what goes on except it's lots of fighting and you get to travel by chicken, but for some reason I really enjoy hearing about it, it seems to have its own language and lore that are fun to follow in a way that I don't feel about Second Life, which seems, from the same viewpoint of total ignorance, to lack silliness.

Valentine's Day Text Message Love Poems

If you've forgotten to buy a Valentine's card, or want to follow it up with even more luurve, there is a selection of text message sized love poems here (click "thumb love").

SPARKLERS
I write your name:
in traces in the dark;
on flat, wet sand;
in breath on windowpanes.

Bates Mill Motel

Given a fair wind and a bit of cash, Lisa is going to be building her own temporary hotel for people coming to this year's We Love Technology and thirty-first Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival.

It'll be housed in some of the empty floors in Bates's Mill, which is where we have our desks as part of the DRU and is the venue for the festival's most fantastic bits (and they were most fantastic last year - until you've seen a Latvian hammering six inch nails into a piano keyboard in the name of art in a gigantic hanger-sized former industrial shed you haven't lived).

For the Bates Mill Motel to be built will need things to fall into place quite soon (building your own temporary hotel is no small undertaking), but fingers crossed, and she already has some architects coming over from Rotterdam to have a look at the available floor space.

Even if it doesn't happen, you can see exactly how good it would have been from reading the WLT blog. Louis Vuitton Victorian-era suitcase travelling beds anyone?

Sheffield Wants to Join the Republic

Sheffield decides to join the Republic of M62pia.

(This movement is ready for its first T shirts.)

Smexting

"Smexting v. Texting while smoking, often outside a bar. The phenomenon is being spurred by smoking bans, most recently in the UK."

Having seen the poor smokers shivering outside all winter, this seems instantly recognisable and lovely (even though they are all busy killing themselves at the time.)

Given any in-between moments, we want to tear off and send one of those leaves (no pun) , as a comfort to ourselves as much as the person we are sending to.

It's from here, and I found it here.