I’ve been trying to keep it on the backburner in my head, but I know that I’ll feel completely appalling if I don’t get to go. Last year around March it was pretty much all I could think about. I am of course talking about SXSW. Katy is also pining to go. The question is: Will we find the money in time?
We’re rapidly approaching adbusters.org‘s Buy Nothing day. I’ve always viewed this as an intelligent and resourceful way to demonstrate resistance, but I’m now beginning to think that I was wrong. Because this event does nothing so much as acknowledge that our sole point of resistance is as “consumers” – something that I think is fundamentally wrong.
The next stage of culture jamming could very well originate at adbusters.tao.ca, which strips the movement of many of its trappings and goes for the jugular. Hence: Steal Something Day. What can I say? I’m actually advocating this. Choose your target carefully and in line with your principles…
In the old days it was much much easier. Politicians were only celebrities in America. In the Uk, they were scruffy, mad looking people, often with eyes pointed in different directions and with a chin continually covered in drool. And that was before Thatcher’s gradual lunacy pushed her over the brink into Hawk-Nosed Hitlerite. But now … well now politics is all about image, which is why William Hague will never become Prime Minister. But who will suceed him as leader of the Conservative party? And will his looks (and university sexual misdeeds) carry the day? Only you can decide.
The latest design for plasticbag.org is the creation of Interconnected.org.
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What strange items light the fires of the world’s favourite webloggers? My tour of the depths of the amazon wishlists reveals all:
- Book: Shiny Adidas Tracksuits and the Death of Camp : And Other Essays
- Book: The Social Life of Information
- DVD: American Pimp
- CD: Practical Footwear, Sodastream
- Book: The Ten Books on Architecture
- CD: 20th-Century Russian Piano Music
Caroline van Oosten de Boer (Prolific.org)
- Toy: Teksta Puppy
- Game: Escape from Monkey Island
- Book: Crazy About Women
- Book: The Doctor’s Book of Home Remedies for Women
- Book: Warp-speed Branding
- Book: Cod
- Book: Military Trade
- Book: Unofficial Guide to Walt Disney World 2000
- Book: A Mathematician Reads the Newspaper
Chris Peters (sourground.co.ukj)
- CD: Music Has the Right to Children, Boards Of Canada
- CD: Opiate, Tool
- Book: The End of Print
Other people’s wishlists: consolationchamps.com, accidental.plastiqueweb.com, rainy.net/catherine/, fiendishthingy.net, shauny.org/pussycat/, peterme.com/, davidgagne.net/, 120degrees.com/, magnetbox.com.
Last Wednesday, at the last minute and pretty much on a whim, Chris and his boyfriend and I went to see Long Day’s Journey Into Night at the Lyric Theatre on Shaftesbury Avenue. If I’m honest, this trip had much more to do with the celebrity cast than the play itself.
So, fittingly, I’m not going to talk too much about the play, except to say that I think certain aspects of it will resonate with anyone with a vaguely disfunctional family-life. I’m not going to say much about the performances either (Paul Nicholls was surprisingly good, Paul Rudd was slightly disappointing, Jessica Lange made the best of an unbelieveably irritating part and Charles Dance was quite clearly the star of the piece).
But there was something astonishingly strange about seeing these people in the flesh in such a personal piece. You feel you have a connection with them – like you’ve both just gone through something together – something that you’d like to discuss with them. But of course from their perspective, you basically haven’t.. There’s something duplicitous about the relationship. I came out wanting to take Paul Rudd out for a drink, but knowing that that was an absurdity. That it wasn’t going to happen. Celebrity is a strange, strange beast.
I’ve had a counter on my site for the first time in about six months. Some of the information I have found out has been extremely disturbing. For example, these are the last ten search requests that led people to this site:
I kid you not.
Bloody Hell. The fall-out from the “You’ve Got Blog” article continues. After the suggestions of elitism from fawny.org, now comes The A-List Fan Club – a site purely dedicated to ‘gentle’ satire of the weblog hegemony. I hereby declare myself to be a B-minus List weblogger at best. I, frankly, “Could Try Harder”. By analogy, I think this makes me ‘Blog’ Andie MacDowell…
Motto: You can’t be a hot bitch in a car with safety features…