Wednesday, 29 November 2006
Monday, 20 November 2006
Saturday, 18 November 2006
Police chase goes wrong
After watching the UCLA tape which is harrowing I had a look at some other police-
related videos and this one demonstrates the dangerous combination of lethal force, professional enthusiasm and a special kind of intelligence very well:
I'm not sure I would call it "documentary" though.
related videos and this one demonstrates the dangerous combination of lethal force, professional enthusiasm and a special kind of intelligence very well:
I'm not sure I would call it "documentary" though.
Looking with Luke
Today as part of Brighton's SEE Documentary Festival I hosted a screening of Luke Holland's insightful and charming film Looking for Mr. Gill, about maverick typographer, artist, and daughter fucker, Eric Gill.
Luke is fascinating, one of those people you feel dumb in the company of -after a couple of sentences of his, and a couple of syllables of yours, I'd first met hime when were both photographing the skeletal West Pier on Brighton's seafront, he with his video camera and me with my stills. He has very particular way about him and is straightforward but hard to know.
In discussion he spoke eloquently about his desire to speak for community and communities in the face of the destructive social and commercial processes of the 20th and 21st Centuries, managing to draw a straight line between his campaigning work with indigenous communities in South America and the good people of dear Ditchling.
Also today through my swollen sinuses I saw at least two scenes that made me regret not having my camera in my pocket. Can I get away with blaming my cold, or is it more evidence that I am trying to do too much?
Two long hairs in the Laines, one with guitar one without, boldly started singing their set with a spirited cover of Jacque's Brel's "Jackie" [the English version popularized by Scott Walker]. It was in tune and great.
Luke is fascinating, one of those people you feel dumb in the company of -after a couple of sentences of his, and a couple of syllables of yours, I'd first met hime when were both photographing the skeletal West Pier on Brighton's seafront, he with his video camera and me with my stills. He has very particular way about him and is straightforward but hard to know.
In discussion he spoke eloquently about his desire to speak for community and communities in the face of the destructive social and commercial processes of the 20th and 21st Centuries, managing to draw a straight line between his campaigning work with indigenous communities in South America and the good people of dear Ditchling.
Also today through my swollen sinuses I saw at least two scenes that made me regret not having my camera in my pocket. Can I get away with blaming my cold, or is it more evidence that I am trying to do too much?
Two long hairs in the Laines, one with guitar one without, boldly started singing their set with a spirited cover of Jacque's Brel's "Jackie" [the English version popularized by Scott Walker]. It was in tune and great.
Friday, 17 November 2006
Sparks fly
Luckily the guardians of freedom are as vigilant in our homelands as they are overseas, protecting us from the axis of evil, whether its armies number in the hundreds of thousands or the ones. Marvel at the sensitivity of the police as they help an Iranian student out of the library at UCLA:
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Shocking
>Full story
Shocking
My favourite
The winner!
It has everything: the legs high in the air, the moment of doubt, the still surprising, unnatural and unholy column of flame, followed by the shrieks of anal pain -all conspiring to cause guiltless laughter at an idiot's entirely justified rectal singeing.
It has everything: the legs high in the air, the moment of doubt, the still surprising, unnatural and unholy column of flame, followed by the shrieks of anal pain -all conspiring to cause guiltless laughter at an idiot's entirely justified rectal singeing.
Labels:
Farts I am afraid.,
hubris
Now this one smells funny to me, I'm not entirely convinced... What about you? Is he fakin' the fart? Fronting from his behind? And if so how? A gas pipe? It's still great though.
Labels:
Farting naturally,
or not.
Kemptown
Alan and Simon celebrated their anniversary at the weekend and this was waiting for them at the end of their street which I took as a good sign.
Photo?
Here is a photograph of the fantastic Jacqueline Pearce, one of the most exciting people I've met all year.
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Jacqueline Pearce portrait
Photo next unless I find a lot of fart lighting errors
What bliss, I typed in "fire breathing gone wrong" and:
The heart of the matter
This where I try and add some video:
and why I love the so-called "internet".
If I manage to continue this blog it will be a celebration of political and personal freedom and things like skateboarding dogs .
and why I love the so-called "internet".
If I manage to continue this blog it will be a celebration of political and personal freedom and things like skateboarding dogs .
The first one!
Hello friend, here's an initial experiment with the extended consciousness, the extroverted interior, neurosis, whimsy and waffle made public.
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