Weekly Wrap: Losing.

The past week has been dominated by the theme of losing. Friends gathered together on Saturday May 29th to farewell DBMC before they move to London to join Leigh in a much more exciting part of the world. Bon Voyage friends, safe travels. I’m looking forward to reading about your adventures on the re-launched blog!

Gary Coleman and Dennis Hopper both lost their battles to a brain hemorrhage and prostate cancer, respectively.  After seeing Avenue Q only two weeks ago, I wondered if the Gary Coleman-character would be replaced, but it has been announced that he will live on through the show.

And finally, the TV show Lost came to a close on Sunday May 23rd 2010.  6 Seasons, 121 Episodes. The number of people who told me the show wasn’t worth it far outweighed those stuck with it.  Was it worth it? (more…)

P365: A photo a day.

Starting today, I am embarking on a new challenge: One photo every day for an entire year.

Self-imposed rules:
1) A new photo must be taken every day (ie: no photo’s from previous days allowed).
2) Photos can be manipulated/enhanced.
3) Photos do not have to be uploaded each day, but there must be an update to the collection at least once per week, filling in all missing days.
4) If a day is missed, the counter resets.

I’ll be storing the photos here (click Project 365).

Censorship bites back.

TVNZ have been fined $2000 for allowing a promo featuring a serial killer to air at 5:25pm, during a “G” rated timeslot.  It was with some great pleasure that I read this article – possibly the karma creature that had been hibernating within me for a while.  During 2006 & 2007, my job at TVNZ involved viewing all promos and being aware of censorship guidelines; knowing what content could and couldn’t play where, and what was appropriate. (more…)

Wil Anderson.

The Comedy Festival 2010 has begun, and the first act we see is Wil Anderson with his Wilosophy show at the Classic.  This lanky, vegetarian, jandal-wearing guy may have become my favourite Australian with his opinions on letting stupid humans fall of the face of the earth (those who run to a beach when a tsunami warning is announced), stopping children from having so many rights (and “milkachinos”), anal bleaching (“if someone is judging you on the colour of your anus, they’re the asshole”), masturbation and what drugs to take as you reach certain age milestones.

Weekly Wrap: Fire & Smoke.

Short and sweet (unlike the actual week)… new photos added to various galleries, available for viewing here. ¶ Long live vinyl! Record store day took place on April 17th; see the official site. ¶ The world’s first street art disaster movie: Banksy’s movie starts screening over the next few weeks in a small number of theatres in the USA, hopefully a wider (worldwide?) release soon. ¶ Is anyone else worried about the increased number of natural disasters lately? Numerous earthquakes, Iceland’s volcanic eruptions cripple air travel across the UK (currently in it’s 4th consecutive day), and massive fireballs in the sky. Is the end near?

Musically: re-visiting Sven Weisemann’s Xine project.  Xine Rising is modern classical / ambient / house music to zone out to. ¶ Hollie Smith at Sale Street on Wednesday was an interesting event; read more here ¶ Looking forward to The Black Dog album “Music For Real Airports”.  Interactive artist Human have created the following teaser: (more…)

Perspective.

It’s funny how things can thrown into perspective so easily. Following a week where I continued to grow tired of waiting for answers, losing motivation and trying to untangle my own thoughts, it all becomes irrelevant when news of a family member passing away is delivered.

My Uncle Wayne, who I admittedly have very distant and vague memories of, was taken off life support on Friday 16th April (NZ).  Apparently his health had been deteriorating for some time, and was admitted to hospital where the situation turned bad quite quickly.  Once all close family members arrived, life support was suspended and he moved on.  All of my Aunties & Uncles on my Mothers side are in the UK, so (with the exception of 2) the last time I saw them was when I was 5 years old.  May he rest in peace.

Artistic Contrasts.

Hollie Smith, back on the road, showcasing “Humour and the Misfortune of others” at Sales St on Wednesday 14th April.  If I had to pick one word to describe it: contrast.

It’s well known by now that Humour is a massive departure from her debut in terms of mood and style.  Both are philisophical and show extraordinary depth and talent for someone of her age, but the cathartic and intense nature of Humour is a million miles away from the laid back Long Player. Contrast. (more…)

Weekly Wrap: Pop.

There are times where we simply don’t know.  You’d definitely like to know, and you think you know.  But reality is the type of bitch that feeds on this confidence and enjoys proving you wrong. She revels in it. Pop. One dream down, move on to the next one – right?  But what happens when the next dream you have is of you in an open green field, urinating (red, but not blood) into a big bucket for 2 long minutes while a butterfly mysteriously flies around in said bucket?

Googling a free dream interpretation of that didn’t work. The closest I got was finding out a bucket is “an open impression of oneself. An empty bucket may represent a false impression of oneself, or feelings of an empty life“. So if i’m pissing (again – red, but not blood) into this large bucket – what does that say about me?  And what the fuck is this butterfly doing here?   (more…)