Do I have no conscience?

The Gates, taken today at Central Park

View over the great lawn, notice the frozen lake?

Well the answer to that is, no.
Landed at JFK International Airport this morning at 1030am local time, after the usual kerfuffle at the airport getting through passport control (can you believe that you now have to have your photograph and fingerprints taken to gain access to the United States, even from friendly nations?) we proceeded to find a taxi to take us to our hotel on the upper east side of Manhattan.

When we go there, about 1 in the afternoon, the rooms weren’t ready until 3pm. Fabulous, so after a 3 hour car journey, 7 1/2 hour flight and 45 minute (including traffic on the expressway) cab journey we were forced to roam the streets of New York.

We decided to make the first port of call to be Central Park, I read on the weekend that a parkwide art exhibition had been unveiled on Saturday called “The Gates”. The reports I found on Gothamist and the NY Times made me quite excited to be able to go there as it really is very monumental and is only going to be there for two weeks after the unveiling.

Basically, artists (and married couple) Christo and Jean-Claudde have erected around 7,500 “Gates” lining all 23 miles of pathway that Central Park has. The gates are approx 8 foot orange plastic frames with orange curtain looking fabric hanging down from the middle.
It’s rather odd, very modern and could easily be underappreciated, but I think it gives the park a really great look, even if it is only temporary as Central Park is very beautiful in its own right.

But anyways, after we walked the 17 blocks back to the hotel (for some unknown reason we decided to walk as far as we possibly could through as many gates as we could before tiring) down Madison Avenue, I setup the laptop in the hotel room, only to find that the wifi access that is available here is actually chargeable, $35 for a weeks access to be precise (approx £27 or so). Sod that.

After doing a short, easy search I discovered that (or at least I assume) somebody in the apartment block across the road has setup wireless internet with a router (like I have at my house) but has left the connection unsecured. So with the greatest of ease anybody can just piggyback onto the highspeed connection free of charge and almost totally untraceable back to me too (as long as I only browse the web they shouldn’t even notice any speed degredation), so anyways, I now get to update my site frequently throughout the 7 days that I’m going to be here with pictures etc. Excellent, better than making one simple abridged post when I get back.

Dinner will be eaten tonight at the “Penthouse” on the 21st floor here at the hotel, I haven’t been up there yet but from what I’ve been told the view from the balconies up there is absolutely phenomenal and can see across the whole city and Queens too (the hotel I’m staying that is right on the Queenborough bridge and East River).

God bless Wifi


Breaking through the frontiers of new technology, I come to you this day from the departure lounge of Heathrow Aiport’s terminal 3, connected to a wireless hotspot on my laptop. How excellent is that? :p

I haven’t used wifi outside of my own LAN before and it really is an exciting thing, for me anyway. My travelling partners (my family and Laura) think that I’m quite sad, but I say “phah!” to them :D

At £5 an hour, I don’t think it will become that much of a habit (though BTOpenzone do have a good offer on at the moment of 500 minutes for £5, but unfortunately only t-mobile is available here)

Our flight departs at 8:20GMT, due to arrive at JFK 11:00EST, we’re flying American Airlines and I made sure in advance that I was sat in a seat with a powerport so that I can use my notebook for the duration of the flight as I have loaded it with Simpsons & South Park episodes plus various movies. Excellent planning if I may say so myself.

So anyway, a long flight ahead and I have some magazines to get so, arrivederci and I’ll post when I find a hotspot in NYC (of which there are thousands)

A little treat..

I think that staying faithful throughout the years deserves you guys a little treat from me just before I zip to New York tonight.
I have managed to rip some of the sets from the Tsunami Relief gig at Cardiff’s Millennium Stadium (January 22nd 2005) to MP3 format and here they are for you to download in their entirety.

Manic Street Preachers
Motorcycle Emptiness
You Stole the sun from my heart
Empty Souls
If you tolerate this (then your children will be next)
A design for life

Bend and Break
Everybody’s changing
Somewhere only we know
This is the last time

Kelly Jones
Local boy (in the photograph)
Just looking
Maybe tomorrow

Feel free to distribute these, but give a link to and also to the artists and of course,

pda to the extreme

Above, closed; Below, Opened

Spent the morning yesterday awaiting delivery of my new toy, the second so far in February, the other, a Sanyo S750 was sent back due to the fact it was an inadequate piece of junk. Or, maybe that’s being a bit harsh. It was a good go for Sanyo’s first mobile phone, but they definitley need to put it through an “annoying features” screening before releasing any future models.

Anyway, back to my original point.
I took delivery yesterday of the brand new Orange SPV M2000 that has recently been released (aka. Qtek 9090, O2 XDA IIi, T-Mobile MDAIII).
Firstly, I’m amazed at the size of it, for all the features that it packs in there, its absolutely tiny.
No bigger than your standard 240×320 screen sized PDA.
It manages to pack in a QWERTY keyboard that slides down as if from no-where, now this keyboard cannot be used with 10 fingers as its so tiny, but with two fingers you can bash out a short email or an IM in timely fashion. After all, that’s what a PDA is for, it’s not there to replace laptops or PCs.

Another feature it has in there, which is pretty impressive since at the moment only relatively higher-end pda’s have started slipping it in there (HP Ipaq 4700 for example), and that is Wi-Fi, 802.11b capabilities. If you’re in a wi-fi hotspot, or within distance of your home/office WLAN, you can use it to connect to the internet/LAN and surf the web, collect mail, and even, as I found this evening, connect to networked drives/folders just as you would with a laptop connecting to a host network, very nice indeed.

All the other standards that has come to be expected with mobile phones are also included, Bluetooth, GPRS, handsfree etc.

But, it still isn’t really a phone, or at least, I wouldn’t class it as one. It really is a PDA with phone software and place for a sim-card. If you put it side-by-side with a HP Ipaq or any other Windows Mobile running devices and a Nokia mobile phone, there really is no comparison. This baby is Pocket PC all the way.

The touch screen is beautiful, the colours are vivid, the screen is responsive, the operating system fully skinnable and customisable, and what can I say about the 400mhz Intel processor but, phwooar. It runs like a dream and the 64mb of ram + 64mb SD Card for storage really helps it become a dream machine.

But now, at least I have something that is easy to carry around, keep up with email (yes, its fully gmail compatible) on and never forget those all important calendar events with. Plus when I go to New York (in 2 days time might I add) I can check my mail during the day without having to be weighted down by my laptop whilst navigating the streets and subways of Manhattan.

A full review is available at mobile review

the love of richard nixon

Milhouse Van Houten

Seperated at birth, can’t you see?

Richard Milhouse Nixon

Just when I thought I would never find anything weirder in this already fucked up world, I learned today that the name Milhouse, that of Bart Simpsons best friend as I’m sure you’re already aware, is not actually just a made up name, it is infact the middle name of the beloved traitor, former president of the yoonited states, Richard Nixon.
Richard, Milhouse, Nixon. Bloomin ‘eck.

Also, on another weirder, slightly more disturbing note, plastered on the inside pages of most tabloid newspapers today, you may have seen the story about the man from Caerphilly (near me, South Wales) who cut off his own testicles after the Welsh rugby team beat England on Saturday just gone.
This was after he told fellow drinkers at a social club, “If Wales win I’ll cut my balls off”.

See Yahoo news..