Saturday, July 07, 2007

words

renascent: becoming active or vigorous again.
apoplexy: speechless, incapacitating rage.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Resume ambitions

ok so now this blog is going to be about peoples career objectives from resumes that i have found

I am seeking the opportunity to become an integral part of successful and dynamic environment. I would like to work in a friendly atmosphere and expand my skills. To work in the field where my, inter personal skills and my abilities make a difference, shine through and make me competent.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

wow, this is such a great site

i wish more institutions would do this.

Read more at www.onf.ca/includes/lib...

Friday, June 09, 2006

ppp pony

Land horses Land

Land

Horses

Land of a Thousand Dances

La Mer (de)

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land


(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea

(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key

(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame

(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

(the spoon)
And let it deep in

(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area


(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died

(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers

(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first

(his vocal chords shot up)

(possibility)

(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song

Thursday, March 03, 2005

i left my job today so that is the end of train letters. but here is something much better sort of...http://stuffo.howstuffworks.com/a-team-finding.htm/printable

Thursday, January 13, 2005

film script 1, part 1

[this is long and rather tragic]

Notes on ‘behind the wall’ draft 2.

Am approaching this nervous, in trepidation hoping to find something new – something that helps bring the whole thing to life. I want to learn to write script better – horror in a way because it is in an important way a horror movie. I reckon I have neglected that in my work so far. That is why im starting with a study of The Sixth Sense. I might also prove useful for teaching.

- I want to learn how to be more honest in my response to things – also to get used to reading scripts.

What other films might this be like? I want to learn the tricks of the trade a bit better.

DONNIE DARKO – a tale of American dysfunction. Darko’s strange paranoid vision is enhanced and made more concrete by objectifying it.

The white noise on the telephone
The bizarre people – mute – their voices and emotions miles away – voice of ALIENATION.
- it is strange twist on Warvey [Harvey?] & Back to the future. It’s sense of 1988 revisited is strangely specific.

Unnerving. Unsettling shadowy

I still don’t understand the layout – why those sentences in capitals. It drawa my attention to certain moments

Maybe I need to put [?beels?] in to create suspense

*maybe David cuts himself to be blood brothers with the boy – good if psychologist finds the cuts
Maybe the boy makes him swear to never tell that he’s there

- He realises the boy isn’t real when its too late

*David stays up late watching horror movies while his father sleeps

*maybe there are some old paintings on the wall – Mr Alvaston was an artist

Eerie – shadow – shapes

-shadows that look like a face.

Fear – is lacking in behind the wall not genuinely frightening

*maybe the boy is watching David “I’m watching you David.” He feels this before he meets the boy.

- Now I have a feeling that there is a lot to change about the script – I want to make it more amazing and remarkable – less linear and obvious. More haunting.

In a way the boy is loneliness – something that people can share.

Am I right in thinking that in this script – dissolves separate sequences.

Thick pitch black inky darkness.

Wow – I wonder whether that is the correct version of Sixth Sense – there was certainly some shitty stuff I wasn’t expecting in the second half – reckon I should see the film again to understand better how it worked.

- I’m also tempted to go to that Japanese film to see how it is before I tackle Behind The Wall – reckon its too difficult to read just after Sixth Sense – need to be free to work on it tomorrow –

Possibly might work with some cards first – and then set to work on script. Will come tomorrow to Library and read script and make a start on the cards as well.

Need to clear my head before I move to quickly –

Need to look at the shapes of the scenes and re-examine them as well

*the boy is more scary

Short story by Graham green – the destructors.
















Notes on reading draft.

(1) opening – connects old man to boy – reduces tension. I can’t help but feel that this exposition happens better through davids eyes – makes the whole thing less mysterious.

(2) Perhaps I need to rethink the bullying scenario. David is bullied by one boy – who is showing off to his friends – the other boys watch

-possibly it’s a teacher bullying or I don’t know

(3) I am worried about Mr Alvaston’s story. Perhaps it needs to come from davids story.
- Mr Alvaston’s soty is subplot and needs to be weaved into the story better.

Maybe the terry and Ramona story should start up later in some way

-Maybe david phones mum and father is hurt

Maybe I should work only on David plot

-Mr Alvaston is subplot that becomes folded into the story.
Maybe I need to work on david’s character

When david has a secret the world – peoples lives seem small and petty.

-There is still a cards problem here – it doesn’t seem to fit together

I believe it is the story of David – what other problems does david have.

- Bullied – he doesn’t read so well teachers don’t like him. He is a boy alienated from the world.

He unpacks his boxes alone – there are clues to this character.

-David and Terry play video games together. He doesn’t tell his father about his problems at school. He doesn’t tell his father about his problems at school. He doesn’t want to admit that he is weak. He wants to protect his parents from problems – why is he bullied at school. – reckon I’m looking for a more elaborate story about this.

(I note – I had a wave of negativity/ depression earlier) but I seem to have got through it in some way.

Is he bullied because he’s smart.
-he fights back and he gets into trouble.
-he is grounded and told that his work is going downhill.

A PARENTS EVENING – perhaps
Mabe he has a bed in the maintenance room.


[more later...]

letter 3

Hi Joanne
Hope you had a lovely holiday. I’m
here with my suitcase about to go off on holiday
myself! Just wanted to let you know that
Michelle Priest is covering combat on sun 4 sept.
for me. She said she doesn’t know if she might
have fallen off the cover list so if you need any
updated paperwork from her plse. Give her a
buzz + she’ll drop stuff in to you.
I’m teaching attack @ 9:00 the day I
get back from holiday – oh my god!
I’m away till 6th sept so won’t be able to
respond to any messages till after then.
See ya soon
Alison
p.s. heare Steve’s leaving – what a shame for
combat.

artistic ramblings

Our relation to mystery – is this in a way a form of ignorance

Are artists doing the same things as scientists or not

The future of life? –wilson

Playing the form of a plant/ animal

For instance

Organic form –visual representation of organic forms –Heckel

Idealising –our perception of nature

Over expressing genres

Not sure about this forum. These people ware somewhat strange – I like the speakers but I feel somewhat embarrassed by the discussions – for instance – art/science so what.
I want to discuss alarming Dr Frankenstein scenarios. I like the critical art ensembles work but sense that discussion has to centre of debate – thought it might be about the human’s position in the universe – that isn’t outside of nature but more a part of nature – even in a destructive nature – it is as human as plague of locusts – or as some bacteria or disease or fungus – an ecological imbalance
Some kind of yuck factor – feel the event sad and slightly misguided – feel slightly cheated of my stimulation – wonder what forms off communication or interaction are going on. I

- I like this sense of perverted/ against nature/ yucky –unsettling
- I like this debate – what might make it interesting – situationalist artist

I like the story of the life Cycle – of the frog parasite

Born inside water snails mature and enter legs of tadpoles – disrupting their growth so that they get eaten by a bird – in the birds stomach they reproduce

Life cycle as narrative

Symbiotica

Tca.uwa.edu.au [curiously this is an Australian link –ed]

Sunday, December 26, 2004

christmas

found about 10 ripped up christmas cards over the course of the last cpl of weeks. doesnt seem in the spirit of things really