1. Planes

My favourite computer game as a kid was Flight Simulator. Boy-nerd I was. Apart from music, aviation is my greatest enjoyment and fascination. 

I can spend much time, particularly at night, clicking on different planes and observing where each of them have come from and where they're going to.  I imagine what its like onboard as they fly across the black-milk sky, who are the passengers and what are their life stories?  www.flightradar24.com

3. Eating cake by yourself on Sundays (only)

Time alone is a good thing - at least for me it is.  Spending it with a piece of cake, on a Sunday, is even better. http://bit.ly/d5YwwM

2. Wonders of the Solar System

This recent BBC series is a true gem. You can just imagine the enrollment lines for next semesters astronomy class winding out the university gates.  In my mind,  Brian Cox would make the best older brother - wise and cool. I'd watch this before going to bed and would fall asleep dreaming of the universe and my diminutive place in it. http://bit.ly/9KAdeB

4. M.I.A Born Free: (Warning: the violence in this is extremely graphic) 

Like everyone who watches this I was shocked. But, I believe its a pertinent statement to make - especially, in this day and age of the 'Gaga' video-commercials. It's political, it's punk-rock and, while stylised, you can feel the pathos that both MIA and the director are trying to bring to the piece. The sad thing is, it's likely to cause more controversy than seeing images of the real thing. www.miauk.com

5. Richard Wright

Most artists, in whatever domain, hope for their body of work to occupy the physical realm in some way for eternity. Be it on canvas, a brick wall, a gallery space, on a CD or in sculpture. A part of you lives on after you don't so your life's work can be hailed, denounced or whatever...

I'm fascinated by this British painter - not just because he won the Turner Prize for his abstract, wall-covering painting in gold leaf. Because, Wrights ethos regarding his work is the opposite from the one just described. He intends for his works to be temporary and, in fact, they should be destroyed after being exhibited. It's the viewers memory that is his intended vehicle for parking his life's work, so to speak. See this while you can at Tate Britain - before destruction reigns. I think its beautiful. http://bit.ly/5UvdsN

under the night-time wash i am stranded in your heart.

I keep searching for the hour of our love

Beach House
My favourite record of 2010, so far.

Having a child is a pure revolution

The Corner of The Hour

Take my hand into the corner of the hour. Let us stand here in our boat, while tiny waves hit upon our craft, leaving messages from this lonely body of water.

If we dream here long enough, one million drops of sky-rain will zero our flesh and arrive in time, as darts to a bulls-eye.

Ghosts, in times before us, have traveled toward and landed on a million and one of these ocean galaxies that stretch out before us.

Around stars they ventured, twisting and turning through the old atmospheres and in through the sky  night-net they came. To counter the loneliness, the hounds of home would blow them a tune throughout their far-away travels.

And so it was, via the currency of our sleep and dreams they arrived and patrolled. 

To this day, they are here.

Alexanderplatz | Berlin '10

Hit & Miss

Sometimes a friend holds the promise of a stranger when really they should hold everything more.