One of my articles is set for an upcoming issue of Digital Arts magazine
I did a piece recently for Digital Arts magazine all about colour psychology. It’s pretty cool, not quite out at the moment, although Neil, the editor has posted a lovely bit of hype for my contribution. Yes indeed. psychology of colour.
Now, I do buy such things; I’m not quite rendered incapable of movement during the winter months, but I’m certainly very downbeat. I’m not as bad as many, but I’m nowhere near as bouncy as I get during May, when I assert that the world is at its most optimistic. Well, the Northern Hemisphere world, anyway.
Where’s this all going? Well, it’s one of those notices of intention. An “I’m- gonna-do”, if you will. I must once and for all find a fantastic WordPress theme that doesn’t make me feel like I’m stuck somewhere between the manic gothicism of the third reich and the stoic silence and solemnity of watching a loved one slip away to the afterlife. I do like the themes I’ve tended to choose for this blog, but they never feel light and inviting and “I just can’t wait to get to this site so I can write something else down!” Psychologically, they’re very off-putting with their harsh black and white contrasts and their official serif fonts.
So, that’s my next task. Update the site. New theme. Light theme. A theme that’s a lot more like the skipping optimism of a primary school-age child or the joy of a particularly delicious salad on a hot summer’s day. No more trying to brow beat poor e-burghers with a message presumably so important it will weigh their brows into a permanent furrow.
In the meantime, I’ll disclose that I went to the Job Centre today. It’s been a slow month and a half, and so I thought I’d see what opportunities lay within those hallowed walls for a London-based freelance journalist and copywriter, as I am. It’s been a very long time since I had occasion to visit the job centre. My first visit was circa 1989, when I arrived in Britain full of strange Americanish, Reaganite independence. I figured, I’m here, I need a job, and all I need is to find a board featuring boards with jobs and telephone numbers of contacts. I don’t need some operative to sit me down, tell me “It’s a job in an office. Can you use a phone?” and such like.
Over the years I have mellowed out and burned out that youthful hubris, realising that there are somesome folks out there who haven’t been as lucky as me, and may well need a bit of that kind of coaching. Bless the job centre staff, each and every one. Although one job did feature the proviso, “You will need to send an email from a computer with Internet access”.
And so I wait, contemplating this solemn theme, hoping for a call back, presumably from a phone connected to an exchange, or a mobile with a working battery perhaps.
So it goes.