Home

Advertisement

Customize
Nov. 16th, 2009 @ 09:03 pm an unexpected twist in memory lane

I bought a new combo scanner/printer on Friday evening, so pretty much spent the weekend scanning a load of old photos I'd excavated from some boxes a few weeks ago. Inevitably going through old things has stirred up memories and I've been reminded of certain landmarks in my life.

One of these is the fact that I started blogging almost nine years ago, which I'm sure most people reading this probably didn't know. The exact date of my first blog post is unclear, but I do know that it was some time in early December 2000. I'd been thinking of starting a blog for a while, inspired by friends who were already been blogging — I was travelling around North America and it seemed like a convenient way to keep people updated as to what I'd seen on my adventures — but I was daunted by a complete lack of any technical knowhow, until one evening in Toronto, in my friend Stacy's apartment (she lived above a gay bar that played very very loud disco most nights and purportedly had a fabulous drag queen brunch that we regrettably never made it to. There's no point to that story; but I just remembered it, so I'm sticking it in here, so I don't forget it again). Stacy introduced me to a website that not only hosted your blog, but also did all the difficult coding and formatting work for you. My little blog wasn't ever read by anyone because I'd decided not to tell anyone about it until I felt I'd found my "voice" and only a few weeks after it was begun, it became lost to time as its host site became engulfed in another takeover of the sort that happened all too often back in the days of the newmillenniumdotcomboomcraze, and they stopped offering their services for free. So I started again, this time at blogspot, where I truly became bitten with the blogging bug, and ended up posting to a series of different blogs in various guises. (Don't go looking for them, I'm pretty certain they're not there anymore, especially the one I became most well-known for, because I deleted that one in 2003.)

When I got back to London in early 2001, I went out for drinks in Hoxton with some internet friends. Actually, I had completely forgotten all about that particular night, until I went through those old boxes a couple of weeks ago, and happened across a note I'd written about it. The note didn't say much, it simply named the bar where we'd met (that's not there anymore, either), but finding the note reminded me for the first time in years of the people that I'd met that afternoon. Some were, as mentioned, already friends, and some were completely new to me, and most were people that, if not still in regular contact with, I at least know how to find them. But there was one woman whose blog I became quite a fan of, and who seemed to have disappeared off the radar.

Imagine my surprise when I pop onto Twitter at 3 o'clock on Sunday morning to read this and this. And there was my answer. Someone I hadn't thought about in literally years until a couple of weeks ago was suddenly front page news of the Sunday Times. It's not exactly the way I expected that question to be answered, but at least it was answered. Certainly not the twist in the in memory lane that I was expecting.

 
About this Entry
[info]mondoagogo
Nov. 16th, 2009 @ 10:39 am roller derby and the prisoner
Current Music: The Replacements - "When It Began"
On Saturday, we met up with friends visiting from Chicago and went to the roller derby championships, which was totally awesome even though none of the teams we rotted for won. The Philly Roller Girls fought back from a big deficit against the Rocky Mountain Roller Girls to tie the score at 111, then lost in over time. It was a great match to watch, so tense! Next up was the Windy City Rollers vs. the Denver Roller Dolls. The Windy City Rollers played with far more skill and heart, but it wasn't enough to beat the rule-breaking Dolls and the exasperating officials who somehow managed to miss all of their elbow-throwing and other dirty moves. Now that I've got a taste for it, I'll definitely be up for seeing some more derby next year.

After the derby, we went to great mustache-themed party, where I washed down many chips worth of my spicy queso dip with tasty margaritas. I considered shaving my beard down to just a mustache for it, but in the end was too lazy.

Sunday, we had a nice hike in the Wissahickon, then heading home to watch AMC's new version of The Prisoner. Given that I was a diehard fan of the original as a teen, I thought they did a pretty good job modernizing it. James Caviezel plays a man who wakes up in a strange place with distorted memories and no real idea of how he got there. He's brought to The Village, a charming town whose residents are seemingly unaware of the outside the world. Some of them seem to have grown up there, others are only pretending, and others are likely victims of induced amnesia. Everyone has a number instead of a name. He's Number Six and the village's leader Number Two (played by the always excellent Ian McKellan) wants more out of Six than just his quiet acceptance of the situation. Rounding out the cast is 313, the village doctor and Six's potential love interest played by Ruth Wilson, whom I quite enjoyed in the recent BBC production of Jane Eyre.

It's definitely less of a surreal mindfuck than the original, but still nicely stylized in it's own way. It's less clever, more earnest. I noticed distinct echoes of Lost and the film Dark City in it, both of which could be seen as descendants of the original series. The show's biggest weakness is probably the star. Caviezel is like Billy Crudup, a brooding, inscrutable pretty boy, but without any of the goofy boyish charm that balances out most of Crudup's performances. Don't get me wrong, Caviezel might be perfect for this role. I'm just not sure how interested I am in watching him.

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 09:14 am rain train brain
Current Music: Yes - "Your Move"
Well, the rain isn't all bad. Inspiration came to me on the subway last night and I found myself scribbling out a scene both on the train and when I got home. After such a long spell of inactivity, it felt really good and I'm still pretty jazzed about it today. I'd forgotten how often that would happen when I was riding the subway. A big chunk of my notebooks were scribbled in those subterranean tunnels. Sadly, that kind of spontaneous creativity hasn't really happened since I've started riding my bike. Maybe the idea-generating part of my brain is being co-opted to help me navigate through city traffic. It would be sad to think that I have to choose between writing and cycling.

Or maybe it's just that I'm very relaxed on the subway. There's no need to control anything when I'm riding a train, so my normally tense brain can relax and allow flashes of insight to come through more easily. That would fit with the fact that the rest of my inspiration has come while sitting at a bar with a drink in hand. When there's no decisions to be made, my brain is at peace enough to think shit up. Like dreaming. If that's the case, maybe there's some way I can meditate my way to that state without depending on the situation of where I happen to be seated.

Or maybe there's no rhyme or reason to it and I'm just assigning significance were none exists.

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 07:17 pm website fail

My Flickr Pro account expires in four days. I have been making intermittent attempts to pay for the upgrade all bloody day and the payments section site is refusing to work for me, just as it was doing a few days ago.

I have had this problem with upgrading my Flickr account every. single. year. without fail (except for the years when others have kindly paid for my upgrade as presents or prizes). It's incredibly annoying that the only part of the process which doesn't fail is the fact that it always fails. Frustrating, or what?

So if any pictures disappear off my site for a while, that'll be why, until I can get the upgrade sorted out.

 
About this Entry
[info]mondoagogo
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 09:11 am V
Current Music: Thompson Twins - "Lies"
Bah... rain.

Second episode of the new V series ran last night. Unfortunately it was a little light on the drama and the reveals, since they stuffed too many into the first episode. I'm not really feeling attached to any of the characters yet, which is worrying, but I'm bound to keep watching just because I loved the original mini-series so much as a kid. I even read the books. Of course, it helps greatly that it's got Morena Baccarin and Alan Tudyk from Firefly in it. They should totally cast Adam Baldwin as the new version of Ham Tyler, Michael Ironside character from the original.



(I scoured the archives for a photo that would honor Veterans, girls in cheeky uniforms or posing with soldiers, but didn't find anything. Settled on this one which looks like the sort of pic a GI in WWII or Korea might have carried with him.)

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 02:37 pm Manchester
Tags:
Reflection
I wandered around Manchester for a while after BarCamp, taking photos of Vurt, of reflections, of red tree bark, brightly coloured leaves in puddles, of abandoned wigs, and oh, all kinds of random things. BarCamp was awesome, and Manchester.. well..'One particularly weak point in the barrier between dream and reality existed in the psychic air that surrounded Manchester.' - Jeff Noon.
About this Entry
[info]squirmelia
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 09:41 pm Carmody Groarke 07-07-05 Memorial

About this Entry
[info]blahflowers
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 09:40 pm Wellington Bomber, RAF Museum

Wellington Bomber, RAF Museum
Originally uploaded by Loz Flowers.

About this Entry
[info]blahflowers
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 09:21 am (no subject)
Current Music: Julian Cope - "World Shut Your Mouth"
I've been having very athletic dreams lately. Sunday night I dreamt intensely about baseball. It was interesting because I seemed to be both managing the team and at time playings various positions, so it's like I was dreaming that I was an entire baseball team, although not any team that I could recognize by their faces or uniforms.

And then last night, I dreamt I was swimming in the ocean. I was way out, just barely in sight of the shore, and still swimming farther. I was really struggling against some tough waves, getting pushed down and tossed around, making almost no headway, when my alarm woke me up.

In waking life, I seem to have done something to my right knee, probably when I was bicycling under the influence Thursday night, because I'm getting this annoying pain in it when I begin pedaling from a stopped position. I think I had the same thing a few months ago and it went away in a few days.

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 10:45 am in praise of kindly old men.
> From: Garry Messick <xxxxxxxxxxxxx@xxxxx.xxx>
> Subject: This is beautiful
> To: "grant b, sun reporter" <xxxxxxxxxxxx@xxxxx.xxx>
> Date: Monday, November 9, 2009, 10:33 AM
>
> I came across this on Jonathan Carroll's blog:
>
> "Near the end of his life, living in Berlin with his
> lover, Franz Kafka went for a walk in the park and saw a
> little girl crying.
> He asked her what the matter was, and she told him that
> she had lost her doll.
> Without missing a beat, Kafka assured the little girl that
> the doll wasn't lost, only traveling; Kafka knew this for a
> fact, he said, because the doll had written him a letter
> describing her journeys, which he promised to bring the girl
> the next day.
> Every day for three weeks, he brought the girl a new letter
> that he had spent much of the previous night composing,
> until she could no longer remember why she had been sad in
> the first place."
>
> Jeff Turrentine
About this Entry
[info]grantb
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 09:08 am The Men Who Stare At Goats (slight spoilers)
Current Music: Robert Pollard - "Dancing Girls and Dancing Men"
Tags: ,
Great weather this weekend, sunny and warm, especially nice after the recent cold spell. Sunday, after a lovely Mexican brunch with friends at Las Bugambilias, K. and I biked farther uptown for some ice cream at Franklin Fountain and a movie at the Ritz.

The Men Who Stare At Goats is loosely based on the non-fiction book of the same name by Welsh journalist, author, and documentary filmmaker Jon Ronson. It tells the largely true story of a secret unit within the United States Army that was dedicated to the development of psychic powers. Led by a Vietnam vet turned new age guru (played by Jeff Bridges), the unit attempted perform such feats as remote viewing, invisibility, walking through walls, and stopping a goat's heart with just a stare. Through flashbacks, the film chronicles the department's rise--thanks in part to Ronald Reagan's interest in the paranormal--and inevitable fall--due largely, in the film, to a rivalry between their top psychics, played by George Clooney and Kevin Spacey.

This quest to create psychic soldiers is mostly played for laughs in the film, but with enough sincerity to fall short of outright mockery. Our entry into the secret world is via recently divorced journalist Bob Wilton, who basically stumbles into the story while failing in an attempt to cover the war in Iraq. This modern framing device allows the film to link the original unit to the current PSYOPS program, which comes up with increasingly common psychological torture techniques like forcing prisoners to listen to Barney the purple dinosaur's "I Love You, You Love Me" song on a constant loop.

Overall, I thought the movie was pretty good, although short of great. Ewan McGregor whom I usually love was cast as Wilton, perhaps unfortunately since the soldiers in the program make frequent references to the Star Wars films' Jedi Knights, one of whom he famously portrayed. That weirdness just kept hiccuping me out of the movie, but your mileage may vary.

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 8th, 2009 @ 06:09 pm 'How It Is' by Miroslaw Balka
In an almost unprecedented break with tradition I find myself actually liking the latest Turbine Hall installation at Tate Modern. Since the sun was taken away I've generally only managed to work my way up to not violently hating what various artists have done with the place, Rachel Whiteread's 'I'm Really Not Trying Am I/One Trick Pony' will live in infamy, or there's Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster's piece 'Stealing Bits From Other Artists Works That Are Popular With the Public' last year. But Balka's 'How It Is' is a simple idea well executed, namely a big empty box that is so dark that you can barely see your hand in front of your face once you step inside. Immediately you are forced to navigate by sound, the sound of other people's footsteps on the floor, their nervous giggles and sounds. I want to go back there with a broom so I can go underneath, hit the floor above me and make fifty visiting tourists soil themselves.

Technically speaking it's breaking the unwritten 'rules' for the Turbine Hall in that, like Whiteread, it's not really using the space available. While it is refreshing to see the Tate continue their tradition of installations that break health and safety laws and will probably lead to them being sued, as they were by dullards on the slides or who got stuck in Doris Salcedo's crack I was imagining beforehand that the entire hall would be enclosed and the lights turned off, but I suppose the Tate will only go so far in the name of art.
About this Entry
[info]blahflowers
Nov. 6th, 2009 @ 10:09 am a night on the town
Got gloriously drunk last night and it was quite fabulous. And since I mostly stuck to my lucky liquors, rum and brandy, I'm pretty much hangover-free.

Got out of work early, so I had a couple glasses of dark rum at Oh Sheas while reading Atwood's "The Blind Assassin." Then headed over to Village Whiskey, a new speakeasy-style joint in Rittenhouse Square to meet up with friends. I tried a couple of their specialty drinks, Between the Sheets and Fish House Punch, both of which combined my darlings rum and brandy. They were all right, but too sweet for my tastes. Fortunately the bartender was able to make me some killer sidecars. No, I didn't sample any of their eighty whiskeys. Whiskey is not my friend. I did however have their amazing duck fat french fries with sly fox cheddar sauce and one of the best burgers I've ever had. They have one crazy burger with foie gras and shit on it, but just the regular burger was pretty damn fantastic, just so juicy rare and flavorful. After that, we met up with some other people over at the redundantly-named Drinkers Pub where I kept drinking sidecars, but was really too drunk to know how good they were. Biking home drunk (on mostly empty roads) was pretty fun too.

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 09:21 am sadness
Current Music: Chalotte Gainsbourgh - "The Operation"
Tags: , ,
Sad night. The Yankees definitely proved they were the better team, but at least the Phillies gave them a decent fight. And I have a very strong hunch we'll be back next year. Hopefully with a newfound ability to hit against left-handed pitchers. And perhaps another pitcher closer to Cliff Lee's superhuman caliber. I really love this team and feel a weird bond with the players. Man, it just sucks that they couldn't win. Grrr....

I find it perversely amusing that after a lifetime of avoiding interest in sports, I've finally come around a little and it's just one more thing for me to get morose about. I thought I already had a complete collection.

I've been feeling a spell of depression coming on for the past few weeks. Obviously, the shortening days has a lot to do with that. And then the Day Lights Saving switch makes it so much worse.

Ah, well, I'll drag myself out of it. I always do.

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 07:22 am (no subject)
I would prefer an alternate reading of the film of 'Fight Club' where it turns out that 'Jack' and 'Tyler' are indeed seperate people, it's just that everyone has given themselves brain damage by punching one another in the branez so their visual recognition bits are so blasted that, yes, they see 'Jack' as 'Tyler', but then they also see 'Jack' as the President, Ronald McDonald and Summer Glau.
About this Entry
[info]blahflowers
Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 06:45 pm I have been a bad blogger
Tags: ,

That was almost a whole month without me posting anything here, or on Flickr. To be fair, there were some fairly extenuating circumstances which led to my absence: to wit, my hard drive failed and, lo, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Actually, mostly there was a lot of facepalm action as I berated myself for not backing-up the data properly. The fact that the hard drive flaked out the very day before I had timetabled some overdue backing-up may have been highly ironic, but it was ultimately neither here nor there in the great scheme of Things That Involve Actually Maintaining All The Work You've Created.

Fortunately, some of my best friends are geeks, and I mean that in the highest praise, as the sterling efforts of one such geeky friend recovered most of the data for me. Having resigned myself to losing everything, getting anything back at all was like a magical bonus, so hooray for that!

The only problem afterwards was that I'd lost my blogging momentum and have been suffering from a distinct lack of inspiration for anything to write about, which is pretty stupid, given some of the interesting things I got up to during my internet hiatus. Which I would summarise for the twenty people who actually read this thing, except that at the moment my internets seem to be broken and none of the sites I wanted to link to are loading. And I'm already feeling fed up today (as I've been whinging about on Twitter, which is the only site that seems to be loading for me), so I'm going to cut my losses while I can and just post this damn thing as is before the blogging hiatus gets dragged out even more.

Oh, I did update my sidebar today (which, for the benefit of people reading via RSS or Livejournal, is here), so there are now tons of links for you to peruse if you've run out of anything to look at. Or if I don't update for a while again.

 
About this Entry
[info]mondoagogo
Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 09:16 am two wheel amateur hour
Current Music: Avril Lavigne - "Complicated"
Well, our beloved transit workers have gone on strike again, even though the average SEPTA employee is way better off than me (grumble, grumble). At least they were good enough (or fans enough) to hold off until after the Philly games in the World Series were over. That planned stunt would have really cost them support. Hilariously, the last time they went on strike they planned it during the Republican National Convention. I wonder how many visiting Republicans they thought were going to be riding buses and subways anyway?

So the roads are significantly more crowded today. I didn't mind the extra cars so much. They mostly served to block intersections in my favor, allowing me to fly through red lights on my way in to center city. It was the extra bicyclists actually that were most annoying. By the time I turned onto Walnut Street, I was stuck in a pack of about thirty really slow riders, more than a few who probably haven't been on a bike since the last transit strike. I finally had to take over a car lane for a bit in order to get around them. Maybe it's time for me to enact my as yet unveiled, top secret alternate route...

In other news, K. continues to feel better.

Also, GO PHILS!!!

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary
Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 09:58 am Let's Go Phillies!
Tags:
Cliff Lee rocks my world. What a pitcher. Isn't there some drug we can shoot him up with that will allow him to pitch games six and seven as well? Maybe he'll do some relief pitching in game seven?

I could hardly breath during the last couple innings when the Yankees were threatening a comeback. Fortunately Madsen was able to shut them down. And, of course, Utley is just amazing as well. It was so great to finally get another win. Still a lot of road ahead of us, but it's looking better than yesterday.

Closer to home, K. has been diagnosed with the swine flu. I took today off from work to take care of her, but she already seems a lot better than yesterday, so I might sneak off this afternoon and catch a showing of Where the Wild Things Are.

About this Entry
[info]assmonkeydiary