2012 wasn’t the end of the world as it turned out. (Who knew.) But it was huge, and quite apart from a commitment to the blog as a project, I felt like I needed to do this – to sort through and assimilate all of the media I’d generated that year and make it into posts – as a means of catharsis. Operation Kill The Blog / Get Over 2012.
It’s been very difficult, and taken an extremely long time. But having now at long, long last completed that epically and increasingly all-consumingly procrastinated task, I hereby declare TF to be Done.
You’ve been hugely important to me throughout an extraordinary ten-year cycle, which now seems to be over.
I can’t even begin to find the words right now. And I’m not sure what comes next.
So I didn’t get the backlog killed before I left. Not even close. But hey, I’ve madeground! (*eyeroll*)
And now I’m out here, I realise the whole thing probably doesn’t matter as much as I thought it did. There are, I guess, conceivably worse things than confronting the mythical apocalypse with a chaotic media archive and a delinquent blog.
CG Fest was good, although I spent most of it sloughing off accumulated stress and sleep deprivation.
Maybe it’s just the delirium, but I’m quite unreasonably thrilled by the fact that my home for the next week and a half is this hut, whose previous occupant over the weekend was none other than Ella Hooper:
This certainly hasn’t occurred due to an absence of stuff to blog about. Indeed the exact opposite.
I feel very torn about whether TF still has legs these days. But it’s been so important to me in the past – and for such a long time – that it’s extremely hard to just give up and declare it dead. And pretty much impossible to abandon it to a slow lingering death of neglect, rather than putting some kind of at least semi-decisive fullstop on it.
Anyway. How am I? Okay. Feeling slightly weary and wartorn between one thing and another, and very ready for winter to be over. But it nearly is. \o/!
I plan to spend the time between now and my birthday on September 14th hibernating regeneratively and getting my house in order – which includes undertaking the epic, long-procrastinated and hopefully cathartic task of updating TF retrospectively with documentation of some of my zany 2012 adventures.
Depending on the extent to which this latter task seems rewarding and worthwhile or more like taking a reluctant zombie for a walk, we’ll see what happens.
In a nutshell: systematically climbed the fuck out of hell. Again. (See previously: 2005; 2007; 2009.)
And it’s good! Can’t complain.
“Friends – you know who you are; you know we’re grateful.” – Blur, 1993. (Seriously. If ever a year was about Who Your Real Friends Are, it was 2011.)
Similarly, those who have fucked me up and fucked me over this year most likely know who they are also, and possibly how I feel about this (hint: angry, bewildered and sad) – with the possible exception of the Rt Hon Lord Mayor of Melbourne Robert Doyle (note contact details), who I strongly suspect does not have any idea who I am.
(I also doubt he reads this blog. But since it just can’t be said often enough I might as well take this opportunity to (re)state, for the record: Robert Doyle, you’re a fucking cunt. You really are.)
The bulk of this year’s SIDTY post I rendered in audio format at the coast a few nights ago. It goes into a bit more detail (although, to be honest, not all that much). Enjoy:
But we have to Document Shit. It’s the only solution.
“I heart my blog. It’s surprised and delighted me in all kinds of ways and continues to do so. It has a degree of inherent continuity and structures naturally emerge, but it’s basically unhindered by any context restrictions except those inherent in the medium, which can incorporate text, images, audio, video, etc etc etc.
It helps me see life as stories, and as an ongoing story. And it provides a means of turning the things I experience and think about into multimedia artefacts that other people can consume and respond to, with a very fast turnaround time. It’s simple, but it works.
More profoundly, it enables me to observe and actively direct themes & patterns in my own preoccupations, and it’s taught me a lot about shaping one’s own experience using symbols & narratives – about the intersection between creativity and life; between what you focus on and what ‘happens’ – about tapping into your own unconscious processes.”
– portfolio statement, late 2007 (adapted from email to Em).
La bla blah. It’s true though.
That said, I think I’ll mostly just post pictures for a while. Or maybe not.