please eat the same often

I came across clean surface, based in melbourne, it has collections of grafitti and posters and stuff. Pretty neat but I wish there was a way to hide the comments since it seems that a site focussing on this subject matter attracts a high level of idiocy. Also sometimes it’s better to let the image speak for itself.

Senor Collis calls for photos of terse signs in the kitchens of public or private communal spaces. Definitely a widely existing phenomena and worthy of amassing. If memory serves me correctly, they got some doozies in the local (rotten) community radio station… something about how society breaks down when cups left unwashed… a former submarine officer runs the kitchen.

I’ve always wanted to do a collection or project on red shoes — where people send in a picture of their red shoes or them wearing their red shoes etc. It was about a year ago in communication with dr.crisp that she mentioned that she had a pair of red converse (as do I). For some reason it’d never occurred to me that other people also had them.
Red shoes are more special than other shoes. Because they’re red. Then there’s the whole folklore angle.

Another project that’d possibly go is fishnchips.com.au where someone travels around australia doing reviews of fish and chip shops. No good for me, for while I’m a great connoisseur of the chip, I don’t eat the fish.

I lost my art

Had a four hour long flashback this morning listening to the Breakfasters then Danger Low Brow which were part of RRR‘s ‘I lost my heart to RRR‘ weekend.
I started listening to the Breakfasters in ’89 or maybe ’88 so it was this huge parade of voices that I hadn’t heard for ages including TV Eye, Stephen Downes, Stuart Round (although sadly only on the phone) and then through to Kate Langbroek and Dave O’Neil — nice to hear them too, but in a different way because they’re still in the public eye (or ear). And then through it all, the amazing Chris Hatzis, who sounded to me almost like a long lost sibling because he’d been the anchor of the show for so long, and because of how early morning radio people earn themselves a special place in the listener’s psyche because they’re there when that radio-clock drags you through from one world to the next.

Danger Low Brow is and was pretty damn funny also. If you have a look at that list of names on the ‘I lost my… ‘ page it’s phenomenal how much talent (and fun) has passed through the station. I hope they hit their money-target.

Update – 18/2/04 – Dr.Stephen Downes sent me these photos and captions of the Breakfasters’ gathering that morning. Thanks Downesy!

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“The 87-88 Breakfasters, as we are today: (L to R) Downesy, Chris Hatzis, Richard Neal, Elick (TV Eye); there’s a framed collection of photos from the late 80s behind us, which you may be able to make out.”

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“Green room photo — it was quite a gathering: (Foreground at table) Kate Langbroek and Chris V.; (Standing, L to R) Suzie Morris-Ashton, Rusty of the Scared Weird Little Guys, Tony Moclair of Crud (partially obscured), Julian Schiller of Crud (back to camera), Tom (T. S.) Elliott, Denise Hylands, Bob the Binny, James Young, Mark O’Toole, John Safran (blue shirt, back to camera), Dave O’Neil, Richard Neal, Stephen Downes (scratching neck or something?)”

Update 2: 29/3/04 — I just noticed that the whole three hours of the “I lost my heart” weekend Breakfasters show is archived on ther RRR website here.

sundry

Yes I was out at Not Quite Right supermarket again today and right now I’m drinking ‘Oatly’ organic oat drink. It’s ingredients are water, organic oats, organic rapeseed oil, sea salt. I think the reaon why it washed up at NQR is the plain old cause of it tastes terrible. It’s claim is that it’s the thing for people who are alergic to cow or soy milk — they’re they only people who are gonna choose it. It’s made in Sweden.

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Floating Disembodied Heads! — the iron chef ones are particularly handy because I read that despite it not having aired for all that long here, it’s finished up in Japan. So now you can grab those heads and write your own Iron Chef episodes. Well I will be anyway. I like it when that roving guy yells out “Scuzzah!” and interrupts.

Thanks to this post at d/blog I found out about this artist called charlie white and these fotoconstructions he does. There’s a bunch of links to the images at the above link. Like this. Very interesting.
(And then in the comments, more weirdness here – yikes.)

This chappy has a rather unusual angle to come at webloggen from – BDSM. Unusual in that it’s not trying to sell junk, get your email address or ram prawn at you — infact seems pretty thoughtful toward the nature of what he’s doing. Bit of an eye-opener for a simple country boy like me.

The Leonard Nimoy Should Eat More Salsa Foundation homepage.

One anonymous hopeful comes to the site here with the search request, “ocean’s eleven – is it possible?”.

crackle burn sizzle

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“And everybody kept trying to ask me, ‘what’s your style?’ and I said, ‘Gee I don’t know I guess y’know my style is that I don’t have one.’ Ha Ha Ha.” — Kevin Costner

I’d constantly go to the cinema and rent movies but only ever watch the coming attractions. ‘Coming Atratractions’, now there’s a phraseload of presumption.
I got to thinking 98% of movies are better that way, compressed into 120 seconds, sharp clever crux-like snatches of dialog
“A man we thought had died 17 years ago.”
and expostion from the cloned, over-achieving, over-emphasizing voice over guy.
“He’s inside with us! He will never get away!”

Despite the advent of digital media and spontaneous mutation/reaction from writers, directors, actors in places like Eastern Europe or Cuba or wherever, Hollywood began to throttle cinema. Eight gigantic corporations, each producing 12 multimilliondollarblockbusters a year was never going to be enough to keep me distracted from thinking about ________.

“I think if you say something you shouldn’t say it lightly.” — Kevin Costner.

I’ve read in history books that was once a time when Fox didn’t mean Murdoch. Collarboration between Hollywood and the UK went into decline in the mid-60s. From then on there were less and less projects jointly produced and the exchange of actors decreased.
Monocropping kept the villagers thin but somewhow just out of the reach of disease.

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The relationship between signifier and signified isn’t as abitrary as you might think. A cheap looking, off-white facade with no depth and nothing behind it but the barren land it stands atop of. If you stand straight to look at it it appears to be crooked. All its components are easily replaceable in the event that one should malfunction.

“You have to remind somebody what it’s like to breath, what it’s like to be out of air.” — Kevin Costner

The Australian actors assimilated themselves rather neatly and quietly into the machine; a kind of sign post to their nation’s eventual ‘friendly’ self-performed annexation.

**Richard Gere. Julia Roberts. A Kevin Costner production, Not Until I’ve Had My Coffee
Roberts: You’re not a morning person are you?
Gere: I’m not an anything person. I’m a person from 5pm to 9pm and most of that is primetime! [Cut to]
Roberts: Eeeehhheehheee hehh hheehh eehhee! **

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the movie sometimes, it has to do with, er, um what you’re about”. — Kevin Costner

Alright, alright. After receiving nearly ten irate emails from various members of the Hot Chocolate Appreciation Society, the previous entry is now properly credited.

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

Can’t stand it, can’t stand it baby
when I’m close to you, I want to touch you
there are people everywhere
people who like to stare
can’t take it baby, let’s get out of here

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

Let’s do it, let’s do it baby
let’s go for a ride
out in the countryside
just me and you, far from the city lights
that’s much too bright for this kind of lovin’

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you ther
yeah yeah

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

Makin’ love makin’ love with you
is such a beautiful thing to do
makin’ love makin’ love with you
is such a wonderful thing beneath the moonlight

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

Let’s do it, let’s do it baby
let’s go for a ride
out in the countryside
there are people everywhere
people who like to stare
can’t take it baby, let’s get out of here
makin’ love makin’ love with you
is such a beautiful thing to do
makin’ love makin’ love with you
is such a wonderful thing beneath the moonlight
aaawwww-aaaawwwwaawww
Heaven’s in the back seat of my cadillac
let me take you there
yeah yeah

— Errol Brown & Tony Wilson

ban toxic waste

I’m reading this book at the moment which I’ll mention more when I’ve finished it, but there was this couple of sentences about ideas, inspiration and new ways of thinking. It went along the lines of: the challenge isn’t in attempting to come up with new ideas, but to dispense with those that are already crowding the mind — sweep out those corners. Then new ideas will naturally come flooding in.
I wish I could quote it exactly but I couldn’t find it — I spent 2 hours almost reading the whole thing again looking for that para but no bueno.
I could relate to it. There’s no grand plan or ambition pushing out these little things anymore, but I still have to get rid of them because they drive me nuts otherwise. This is a dumping ground.

Endangered Asian Elephants In Psychedelic Red Thai Curry Freakout

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facing reality

Not. As the kids say, not. Another dose of revisionism I’m afraid.
1. At some point last year while reading Fiske semiotics of pop culture (maybe it was when I found there was a whole chapter on freudian analysis of The A Team, I thought ‘yeah I coulld do that. This is something ridiculous enough that I could apsire to continuing.’

The problem is the meat and potatoes of today is so called ‘reality’ or if you will, ‘event tv’. There’s a little man in the back of my head who wants me to try but I cannot cannot cannot stomach that shit. I recently read through a run down in AdNews of what ‘reality’ was bringing this year and they made is sound interesting, like the whole concept had evolved beyond the basic gladiatorial popularity elimination thang.

Since then I’ve been thumped with the commercials promoting the things and I’m always left wanting to make sick.
It’s making me feel old. The problem is I was a little kid when Knight Rider and The A Team were on, I liked those shows then so of course spending hours pulling them apart would sound like fun. They’re kitchy and inoffensive when compared to today’s fare.
But if I don’t like what’s being created today, when why should I in 20 years? From my point of view it’s just one endless stream of crap in both senses of – one episode to the next, and one series to the next. What discernable difference is there between ‘Big Brother 1’ and ‘Big Brother 3’? None. Whereas there was a qualitative difference between the first and last season of Miami Vice.
(The same scenario exists with pop music. Today’s offerings sound bare and souless … but I’ve spoken of this before.)

2. Lately I’ve seen a return trend of words or statements on t-shirts, and fuck me if it’s not horribly disappointing. Seen a kid with the nowhere-nothing-fuck mumble of, “I think you smell” in fairly small lettering, all on one line. In a shop I saw another with the word, “paradox” along with some scratchy shit — the intention being to make it look graffittious.
There have been many other equally pointless non-statements pass in front of me that I can’t recall.

A whole philosophy and way of living could be eeked out of the simple, almost zen-like three words on the t-shirts of 1983/84; “RELAX” and “CHOOSE LIFE”. These two say so much that there’s nothing else for me to say apart from, they were on to a good thing with the all-caps.

3. Ten years ago an exgirlfriend tried to clue me into how good the band Hot Chocolate was. I only just got it figured last month. ‘Heaven’s in the back seat of my Cadillac’ is such a solid track. It’s got an understated heaviness about it and is one of about two songs in existence that’ll get me playing air-violin.
And they do a song about a UFO encounter. They deal with the issue of racism in ‘Brother Louie’. ‘Every 1’s a winner’ is also great, as is ‘Disco Queen’.

abusive guanidine

It’s an odd day where I have to get out of bed a half hour early to shuffle over to the computer to sign up for this year’s research methods tutorial. For once their screwy network was running smoothly, and the fact that sox starts with an a helps me get the tute I want (an alphabetical order thing) … but it all feels so Matrixy. I’m 75% off campus this semester A couple extra bucks a week to tip a supermarket delivery boy and I wouldn’t have to leave this dwelling at all.
To balance out the hard, flat statistical nature of that subject I chose “Personality” as the other psychology subject. It was the most zany, trivial and POP subject they had on offer. The only thing I learnt out of 4 units of psychol last year was that it’s a very fine line that seperates ‘social psychology field experiment’ and ‘hidden camera show skit’. In fact I’ll be looking in that latter area for jobs in the future.

I added this map to the general exposition because I like how it’s got its priorities.

Via ms.buhlert — comes probably the most comprehensive collection of paperback book covers from that racy part of the 50s –that I’ve seen at least. ‘Naked on Roller Skates’, ‘Satan was a Lesbian’, what more can I say?

motion sensor

Ekoh dimly felt time before his eye slipping back to yesterday – looks exactly the same – to 10,000 years ago – the bedroom was underwater – a slightly noticable and definitely pleasurable difference.

That cold we picked up in Nagoya. Pitchforks and creditcards. florid encasement   filing nails   flinging Neal questions   side aways   failing denials   surround and rupture   chrysanthemum garden tea party pound cake butter scone fix.

walk on

I came across the most amazing place today out on the main highway opposite the Ford plants. It’s an antique warehouse but it really should be a museum.


a photo of a photo inside a glass case with the actual dummies.
we can disguise ourselves as anything
Robby the Robot was easily 10ft high.

R the R here had a tape loop in him and would lament the fact that he was no longer needed because of todays modern robots.

There was a ronald mcdonald clown statue and other now unfashionable things from last century, like a bag of deer antlers.

People who are in or can get to Melbourne, Sydney or Brisbane might be interested in this, the: what is music festival.

There’s this girls high school here that has an extra-curricular project called ‘sweethearts of swing’ and they’re always showing up wherever there’s public gatherings and belting out brassy R&B standards. I’m not knocking it, but they got this billboard claiming Geelong as Australia’s answer to Motown (because of the town’s association with Ford motor company).
As much as I’d like to agree with it, this place is way too middle class. There isn’t nor never was no huge exploited mass of people and therefore no spontaneous culture wave either.
Boomtime architecture in Detroit is very nicely collected on this site I came across ages ago, Forgotten Detroit.

It’s amazing how “at home” these teeth look in some of these faces.