Sullenest cat I have ever seen:
Street I saw it on:
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NeuroWiki
Neuroboardie Dev has set up a Neurocam wiki. If enough people get on board this could grow into an excellent resource.
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Greenaway
I often feel like I’ve been struck by lightning.
I want to watch Peter Greenaway‘s 1980 short Act of God again. It’s a documentary comprising a series of interviews with lightning strike victims. Lightning strike is recognisable as a phenomenon comparable to the mysterious Violent Unknown Event at the centre of Greenaway’s subsequent feature debut The Falls.
I originally saw both films about ten years ago, deep in the bowels of the National Library, where you could watch 16mm prints from the enormous film collection that they used to hold (which I believe now lives at Screensound) on quaint old Steenbeck viewing tables.
I was completely and totally obsessively in love with Greenaway’s work throughout my teenage years. It was the centre of my whole world. I want to get reaquainted with it.
I still possess dodgy VHS recordings (mostly taped off Eat Carpet over the years) of a number of his early shorts (H Is For House, Water Wrackets, Windows, Dear Phone and A Walk Through H), but not Act of God. And I’ve still never even seen Vertical Features Remake.
I really need to get these two DVDs.
I rescued these two books about PG from my parents sinking ship of a house:
Museums & Moving Images by David Pascoe and The Films of Peter Greenaway by Amy Lawrence
If I ever finish The Magus (I’m not going to give up on it now, but like others I’ve found it a tad bromidic) I’m going to read at least the Lawrence one again.*
And if I ever resolve my current deeply unsatisfactory employment situation, I’m going to celebrate by buying this DVD edition of A Zed & Two Noughts that I discovered at Chronicles on Fitzroy Street the other day, which features a director’s commentary track. My sixteen-year-old self would probably have keeled over dead with sheer excitement at such a prospect.
*Sidebar watchers will have noticed that I’m also currently reading Scepticism Inc by Bo Fowler – at work, since The Magus is a bit too bulky to fit comfortably in my pocket. It’s narrated by a sentient shopping trolley. It’s about a man who runs a metaphysical betting shop, which makes a killing because – metaphysical propositions being inherently unverifiable – it never ever has to pay out. These are just two of many great things about it.
No Man Is Just A Number (Supposedly)
It’s all about The Prisoner, apparently.
Not seen it myself but the premise sounds intruiging.
Neville Harris Resigns
From our glorious leader:
Attention all staff and operatives.
Earlier today Mr. Neville Harris, head of Neurocam International’s Administration Division, tendered his resignation due to personal reasons. This resignation will be effective as of close of business today (Friday, April 28, 2005).
I would like to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Harris for his 6 years of loyal service to Neurocam International and I hereby wish Mr. Harris all the best with his future endeavors.
Due to Mr. Harris resignation, however, the position of Administrator has been deemed redundant and a new position has been created to address many of the issues previously dealt with by Mr. Harris.
Mr. Miles Carrefour has been awarded the position of “Induction Officer” within the Human Resources Security Division and will now handle many of the tasks previously assigned to Mr. Harris.
Mr. Harris’ e-mail address will remain active for fourteen days and all correspondence from it will be forward directly to Mr. Miles Carrefour (miles.carrefour@neurocam.com). After this two week period, Mr. Harris’ email account will be deleted from our system.
Regards,
Bridget Fischer
Chief Executive Officer
Neurocam International
It seems likely that this resignation was precipitated by Harris’s accidental circulation to all operatives and staff earlier today of a mail intended only for Neurocam management.
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City of the Damned
Here (4MB mp3) is a cover version of a song by The Gothic Archies called “City of the Damned” which I recorded last year and have just now gotten around to mixing properly. Well… to mixing, anyway.
Dedicated to Li – despite anticipating that, as someone who’s actually studied sound recording, his only reaction is likely to be one of abject horror.
Filed under Music
Cardoza To Visit Auckland; ‘Cam Community Baffled
It’s old news now but still worth a post: Avery “The New Number 2” Cardoza (no, I don’t know either) is intent on following the Neurotrail all the way to New Zealand. And “points thereafter”.
Good luck, Avery. Whatever the hell you’re doing.
Astor
This is the current program poster for the Astor, AFAIK the only dedicated revival house in Melbourne (apart from ACMI, which doesn’t really count). The previous occupant of my domicile was on their mailing list so I’ve been faithfully putting these up on my wall since November, but although I’ve passed by the premises a number of times I hadn’t actually patronised them until last night.
I went to a double of Clint Eastwood’s Million Dollar Baby (I quite liked his previous effort Mystic River) and Hotel Rwanda (as endorsed by Operative Li).
It looks pretty run down from the outside… and it is. But the facade doesn’t do justice to the interior; it’s wonderfully grandiose inside. It has this whole faded glamour thing going. The auditorium is beautiful.
Seeing as how I was ten minutes late for the session and had to be torched in I couldn’t quite muster the nerve to ask them to give me a job. But they’re high on my list…
Miles Carrefour
They just keep on coming – Simon Blackmoore reports yet another new Neurocam rep: Miles Carrefour, Induction Officer, Human Resources Security Division. Apparently handling new applications.
Google doesn’t know anything about him, but I’m sure I’ve heard this name before somewhere.
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Tampons
I found these on a footpath today. The plastic wrapper is entirely intact. Score!
Tempted as I naturally am to break them out and line them up on my desk next to a glass of red cordial, in which to dunk them before lobbing them at people passing beneath my window, I have decided instead – being of an intrinsically giving disposition – to send them to someone. The question is: who? Readers are invited to submit short pitches (no more than 100 words, please).