Saturday July 31 2004

Yawwwn.

I saw Ghost World for the second time the other night and I have to say it’s one great movie. I didn’t get it at first, but now I love it and will watch it a thousand more times until I get all the jokes. The crazy Bollywood singer at the start, btw, is Mohammed Rafi doing ‘Jaan Pehechan Ho’. He’s awesome, ne? I love that movie.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for: MY 2C ON FARENHEIT 9/11.

**Well, I’d just like to say that Michael Moore has never been the king of complicated political analysis, and that shows in 9/11 because the best bits aren’t where he’s heaping muck on George W., but the interviews with soldiers and their families. One scene where a dead soldier’s mother reads out his last letter to her is especially powerful. MM’s conclusion (as I read it) is that the War on Terror is not as important as the class struggle that forces society’s least well-off people to risk their lives following the ill-considered orders of an elite. It would have been nice for him to develop this point a bit more, rather than spending the first half looking at possible conflicts of interest between Bush and his colleagues’ dealings with the Saudis and their public duties.**

So’s that alright y’all?

Some other good movies I saw this week: I, Robot [***] Fargo [****] The Cowboy Bebop Movie [****] Open Your Eyes [****] Chicago [***1/2] I’ve been sooooo lazy.

 

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can’t help
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Wednesday July 28 2004

Guinea Piggery - it’s all for science, and a free box of wheaties.

This morning I went to the factory of a Well Known Breakfast Cereal to be in a study on glucose levels and their effect on concentration. The idea, I think, was to do a basic intelligence test, then eat bowl of Well Known Breakfast Cereal, and then do another test to prove you get smarter after eating said breakfast cereal.

Along with a bunch of other students, I was made to memorise a shopping list that was read out by the head psychologist guy, and simulataneously do some weird hand motions that, presumably, tested my motor skills. The whole group was recorded on video cameras doing the hand actions, and our versions of the shopping lists were taken for marking later. After a few readings, we switched to another list, then went back to the first, by which time they’d given up on making us do the hand actions. I must say, we were all pretty crap at these tests, but what do they expect? Testing students’ intelligence at eight AM in the morning is kinda pointless, and it certainly doesn’t make for a good real-life scenario. It was good for a laugh though, especially the standardsing test where we had to pronounce words like ‘naieve’, ’subtle’ and ‘Drachm’ to show how dumb we were, and the survey forms that seemed bent on discovering our secret inner misery:

Sucidal thoughts:

1. I do not think about suicide.

2. I often have suicidal thoughts but I would never act on them.

3. I regularly contemplate ending my own life.

4. I will commit suicide as soon as I’ve completed this survey (JK)

Also, I discovered something new to feel inadeqate about - I don’t bleed very well. They needed blood samples to measure our glucose levels and, well, it may not be much, but I thought it was quite embarassing to stand there flinging my hand around like a twit while the psychologist guy waited with his glucose meter for the small but recalcitrant bit of blood needed for the test. In the end he made me squeeze my finger like a cheese tube and so much blood came out he immediately offered me a bandaid. I don’t clot very well either, I guess.

So I’ve got two tickets for the movies and twenny bucks for my trouble. Anyone want to go see ‘Stepford Wives?’

 

Tuesday July 27 2004

MP3 - Letters of Complaint

Destroy All Ornaments cover by Nat and Gene @ papercutmedia

This is the new Descend Here EP, ‘Destroy All Ornaments’. It sounds a bit like… pain. And music. It’s got good lyrics and it’s funny so that makes it COOL. You can download track 2 - Letters of Complaint on MP3 if you want. In fact, I hope you do.

Big thanks to Nat and Gene at Papercut Media for artwork - you guys rock.

Seeya :)

 

Monday July 26 2004

At work:

J: If I was president of the world, I’d make sure everyone was able to get the five necessities of life for free.

Me: What’s that? Food, water, clothing, shelter and… uh, sex?

J: Sanitation.

Me: Close enough.

So maybe there should be six necessities now.

Also, I was watching Lateline tonight and they had an interview with ‘Michael Moore’s greatest supporter, and his most scathing critic’. OMG, I thought, two idiots. Isn’t that a funny thing about M.M.? That having any strong opinion about him marks you out as a bit of a weirdo?

 

Sunday July 25 2004

a blank point

So I guess I blog about work too much. I only do it because work takes up so much time. Better I should write about stuff that I like to think about, because work doesn’t take up as much brain-time as you might think, regardless of how much body-time it takes up.

So here’s what I’ve been thinking about lately:

Michel Foucault talks about an aesthetics of existence, were morality becomes, not an effort to rationally distinguish good things from bad things, but a way of deciding what kind of shape one’s life should take, with the goal of making ourselves into the kind of people we would like to be. In relation to this, he talks about Jacob Burckhardt - a very famous, often controversial, historian - who described archetypal ‘hero’ (in terms of both historical figures and subjects of myth and legend, I’m guessing) as ‘his [the heroe’s] own work of art’. That is, what makes a hero truly a hero is that they have created of themselves a particular persona; exemplary, noble, and embodying what is best about people. This is important to Foucault because, on some level, Foucault wants us to be heroic figures as a way of carrying out the aesthetics of existence - although, of course, we might not all agree on what is exemplary, or even acceptable in human characteristics.

So we’re fine up to that point, but I think you have to realise that Burckhardt is talking about the heroes of antiquity and the Renaissance. Nowadays we don’t have the same kind of heroes. At least in my humble opinion, a great deal of our exemplary figures (both mythical and factual(tm)) are antiheroes, ie. people who we sympathise with even though they represent a flawed humanity. Think of, say, James Dean, Hunter S. Thompson, Shinji Ikari and so on. They, who are our role models and our exemplary standards, are all seriously pathological people. Does this mean that morality should become an art of self-destruction, rather than self-creation? Or is wholeness and goodness in humanity something that appears on a higher level than the aspects that give rise to antiheroism; and if so what use is a morality of self-change that doesn’t help us with such major issues as those facing the aforementioned people?

At least part of the issue here is that what counts for relevant characteristics to be formed by an aesthetics of extistence is not the same for every person. It is thus not necessary to devalue the basic aspects of personal wellbeing if we are using a model that also applies to anitheroes. We would, however, do well, to explore than distinction which makes some characteristics relevant and others not. How is it formed, and how can we be justified in leaving some very important things on the other side (how were antiheroes justified in doing so?)

To put it in perspective (knowing that I haven’t said anything very clearly), it’s all about ethics, creativity and culture; with culture as the weird part. I don’t know what the conclusion is yet, but it should be fun.

 

Thursday July 22 2004

@:-|

Didn’t stay very long at weblogger’s last night, due to having to go round Lu’s place and watch the last Neon Genesis DVD. There was one new person, which was Lori. Everyone say “Hi Lori!”. And there was some neat antipasto, incorporating a white cheesy substance of no taste.

When I got to Lu’s, she was wearing knee-length rainbow toe-socks, but with her toes not in the toe-holes so she looked like flat-toed feet-freak hobbit thing. Y’know, or something. We succeeded in destroying Wade’s mind with the famous (and very uderrated) Final Two Episodes of Neon Genesis, and had a few drinks along the way. I invented the bourbon-mixing joke “Beam me up, Scotty” though I’m sure someone has thought of that already.

 

Tuesday July 20 2004

On the road again. Again.

As seen in Austin, Texas.

Today we took a road trip out to York, where my mother has just bought a block of land. At the moment, it’s a patch of weeds with a slight tilt to the left, but it has a nice view of a nearby mountain.

Hope Street, York

I don’t think she’s planning to build on it, and I don’t think it’s going to rise much in value either (let’s face it - it’s two hours from Perth. They don’t even have gas & sewerage) so I’m not sure why she bought it. It was cheap though, and it’s nice to know that if I’m ever in York I can pitch a tent for free.

 

Mood:    :|    (meh)

The boss told me off yesterday because there have been too many unexplained till shortages (where, like, money went missing). I don’t think he thinks I’m stealing, he just thinks I’m clumsy. Which is a shame, because he’s really onto something. I am clueless when it comes to doing simple things quickly, like remembering whether I have given someone change already or not. If really I want to remember something, I have to write it on a page torn from the TV guide, transfer it to my diary later, and forget about it for two weeks until it suddenly becomes very useful to have known about it the day before. Trying to deal with a que of three or four grumpy customers quickly and remember who wants what and where the cash is pretty difficult. Especially with dodgy f**kers who rip you off sonofabitch-I’mgonnaripyerfaceoffandfeedittomy
dogbastarddon’tcomebackcosIknow
yourfaceandwhatcaryoudrive’n
I’mcallin’thecops.

:|

That’s not even how you spell ‘queue’ is it?

 

Monday July 19 2004

general update

I’m still waiting for my uni results, and it’s more frustrating than I thought it would be. Not knowing, and not being entirely confident in the work either. I guess this whole year is going to be a bit of an in-between year, isn’t it? Even when I know my grades, I won’t know what I’m doing next year until, well, next year. It seems like I’m waiting for too many things, again, as usual.

Meanwhile, last night’s Neon Genesis Marathon Part 2 at Lu’s house was a winner, with COCK SUCKING COWBOYS procured from work and a big BOX (not bucket, annoyingly) of KFC GREASEMEAT. We have one DVD left to watch before the NGE movie, DEATH AND REBIRTH, which is on SBS on Thursday. I think we’ll make it, but forgive us if we start saying all our expletives in Japanese, ne?

And don’t forget: Weblogger’s meetup number, um - FIVE!! is on this Wednesday, 7pm at Gino’s Cafe in Freo. Bring yr laptop for wireless serfing.

minasan sayonara =)

Mark

 

Saturday July 17 2004

If…

If, given three objects - a fish, some rice, and a tissue - you know that the fish is the odd one out, you should marry me. We’d be perfect partners.