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December 21, 2004
orchestra crash
Picture the scene: it’s 2001, the AGM of the British Federation of Film Societies (Student Group) at Warwick University. After a night of drinking and dancing all the delegates retire to the commandeered campus chapel for much needed sleep to prepare for the forthcoming intense day of committee meetings, film viewing and salivating over the impressive array of projection equipment on display.
Then imagine it’s taken Scott over half an hour, between stifled laughter, to explain what he wanted for this photo with the other sleeping delegates scattered in the background. I can’t help but still smile at it now.
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December 20, 2004
Hello world!
Welcome to WordPress. This is the first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!
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December 17, 2004
Is there a song or an album which you can no longer hear without remembering a time or a place or a person?
“Public Image Ltd, Flowers of Romance, Virgin, 1981 I admire this record more than I like it and like it more than I love it.
Most of all, I am scared of it.
Flowers of Romance is one of the most extreme sound recordings, let alone LPs of popular music, ever made. Its soundworld – I hesitate to say ‘production’ - is full of gaps where instruments should be but aren’t. At the bottom are the drums, thrashing out strangely familiar but basically weird rhythms; in the middle, but always recessed, brittle bells, scything guitars, something that sounds like sampled opera singers, harsh synths; above it all come John Lydon’s sneeeeering vocals.”
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December 15, 2004
On the virtues of idleness
“The young, for a time, know better. They balk at the harness. They do not go easy. For a time they are able to see the utter sadness of subordinating all that matters to all that doesn’t. Eventually, of course, sitting in their cubicle lined with New Yorker cartoons, selling whatever it is they’ve been asked to sell, most come to see the advantage of enthusiasm. They join the choir and are duly forgiven for their illusions.”
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December 14, 2004
“In New York, no one can hear you scream.”
http://alienlovespredator.com/
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December 12, 2004
you always become that which you hate…
“It doesn’t matter how much people spend on these things, what matters is the competitive structure of the consumption. Once too many people get on the bandwagon, it forces the early adopters to get off, in order to preserve their distinction.”
An interesting article and ensuing discussion on MeFi tying together Fight Club, American Beauty, No Logo et al: The Rebel Sell
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December 7, 2004
Recursion; n, see: Recursion
Careful you don’t forget yourself.
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December 3, 2004
something’s afoot…
wrighty.com in new content shocker.
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