Prescience, Postart

A few months ago, I started writing a short story (it doesn't have a name yet, but the working title is "London 2012") in which an international paradigm shift is sparked when riots break out at the 2012 London Olympics because of poor logistical planning and a general inability to meet the needs of the millions of tourists and spectators who have come to see the games.

Over the past two months, it seems like there are more and more reports in the papers of "unexpected costs" of Olympic preparations, concerns that preparations won't be finished in time, and Olympic sponsers pulling their funding (Barclay's recently announced their decision to opt out of a 200 million pound Olympic sponsorship that many expected them to follow through with). I really hope I don't end up being right. That would just be creepy.

I went to Heat UK's Evolution party this Saturday. I wasn't too happy about having to wait in line outside the club for more than a half-hour (UK December nights aren't particularly well-known for being warm), but once I got inside and through security, it was great. The music was some of the highest quality House that I've heard since I've been here, and the lights were also really well-done. I don't think I've ever seen something as surreal as dry ice fog drifting through an LED "screen." It was like a green-tinted ephemeral oil slick, swirling and trailing through the air. And then they lit the strobe. Wow.

The siren call of new technology has touched me once again. I think I'm going to switch by blog to the new "beta" version. If I don't post anything else for a while, it's because of technical difficulties. Otherwise I'll try to put something up tomorrow.

PLUR!