Before the SF Girls Chorus
Go Kitania! Good job. Y'all made an exquisite sound, which my crappy cellphone videocam just butchered. But you were great!
xxBruce
[Part of the before project]
brucine (broo'-seen), 1) n. Pharm., Chem. a bitter, poisonous alkaloid, C23H26N2O4, obtained from the nux vomica tree; 2) n. Bruce Bortin's 'low-impact' weblog
Go Kitania! Good job. Y'all made an exquisite sound, which my crappy cellphone videocam just butchered. But you were great!
xxBruce
[Part of the before project]
West Oakland is planted in ginkos, honeysuckles, royal palms. Over the weekend, the stormy weather brought a lot of the ginko leaves down. Here they are, on the ground by my bicycle, layered & generally fucked with videoly.
I ambushed Mary on her way home from the Parkway last evening. She saw Goodnight and Good Luck; said it was good. I had stayed at home to cut video, natch, but I thought I'd go meet her as she walked home.
Another piece from the before project
I'm doing a series of short pieces about what happens in the time surrounding the event. Temporal equivalent of negative space kind of thing.
Here's the orchestra, they're going to play a lot of Beethoven or whatever, but before that, they'll play the "An Orchestra Tunes Up" song. I love that song.
Here's Glen Moriwaki's Art-103 class at CCSF, right before the final exam began.
Saturday, Mary & I biked up to Dented Foods to pick up our xmas tree.
Later, Cathy, Lynne-Rachel & Raffi all came over to help Mary trim the tree.
Raffi did a great job trimming the xmas tree. Especially as she's a total rookie. Way to go, Raffi!
On our flight home from the East coast on Sunday, Mary & I had aisles across like we always do. In the seat in front of Mary (my seat's surf-seat) was a postmodernage cyber-warrior guy with the rectangular glasses, a laptop running XP with three different browser icons on the desktop and the mousse-tousled hairdo.
During the half-hour wait in the runway before taking off, when we weren't allowed to use electronics, this guy was writing careful notes in one of those Moleskine notebooks. The cover had been decorated, completely covered with stickers. Didn't seem to be much more to the design concept than must have adhesive backing.
So I'm reading a magazine or something; next time I glance over at this guy, he's using a single-edged razorblade to pry up a sticker and reposition it just so, right where it belongs. So I guess there was more to the sticker composition than I was aware of....
That task completed, he put the blade into a little plastic wallet and put it away. I'm looking around the plane..did anybody else see this? No, just me. Hmmm.
It's been a long day of travel after a very difficult trip, and I really don't want to queer this flight, so I guess I'll just keep my mouth shut. Guy seems harmless; once we're airborne he powers up his laptop and starts browsing this morning's boingboing, so he's probably a kindred soul at some level, although first time he gets up for a stroll, it makes me a little nervous. But then he comes back to his seat with an Airline biscotti. If I was going to blow up a plane, I don't think I'd be chowing down on grade 'D' gourmet snackies right beforehand.
So what's the story with this guy? He was very nonchalant about bringing a razorblade aboard the airplane and using it in front of God and His Flight Atterndants and everybody. How did THAT get past the metal detectors, while (I've been led to believe) the eyelets in my sneakers would send the TSA into CODE RED URAL BASILISK/DEFCON 5 ALERT? Why would he want to risk the consequences of getting caught, for the sake of repositioning a sticker, right now, can't wait until we're off the plane? Or the risk of somebody seeing him on the plane like I did, but snitching and having the ensuing onboard freakout screw up a planeload of peoples' lives for the next day or so?
In the aisle next to his seat, I notice the cardboard packaging from the razor blade. I pick it up on my way back from the head, and write him a little note on it, then paste it onto the back of one of my cards. The note says, Dude, WTF?
I figure he might be able to explain a few things to me. My card has my email on it, so he'd be able to respond. Thing is, I don't want to give it to him in flight and freak him out. I was hoping to catch up with him once we were safely on the ground, at baggage, but he wasn't there.
So StickrDude, if you happen to see this, please get in touch. A comment at this blog would be appreciated. WTF?
The Apparat Programme
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It's kickass INdependent (and I do mean independent) music that you've never heard before. =>
"Apparat #6:
there should be explosions and crying
and drunks at the end"
Quoting Camper Van Beethoven:
I've got some funny ideas
About what sounds good,
What sounds good....
!! reynolds128 is around.
!! tagami is around.
!! matchbookfilms is around.
!! hotfire808 just posted a new file titled Funky Boi.
!! pdstayton is around.
!! davidyeo just posted a new file titled talk by GBM innerlight .
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dumbeast> Any cowboys out there?
!! joshleo is around.
!! tagami is around.
!! matchbookfilms is around.
dumbeast> You don't have to be a *real* cowboy, you know. Pretend cowboys are alright, too.
dumbeast> Horsie horsie...
dumbeast> ...just hanging out waiting for this video to upload, see...
dumbeast> Oh, heck. I don't even *like* cowboys.
!! stark23x is around.
dumbeast> I don't *dislike* them, understand. Just, you know, not much emotional charge there, one way or the other. In general, I like to take things on a cowboy-by-cowboy basis.
dumbeast> [performs a clumsy rope trick]
dumbeast> "8 min 23 sec (23.7 MB of 41.6 MB uploaded)" *sigh*
!! havilah is around.
dumbeast> If I could be any cowboy in the history of all cowboys, I think I'd want to be Patton Oswalt-Earp
Courtney works at Taylor's Sausages. Good man. Seems like he's been there forever. He's convinced that I'm somebody else, named Keith.
Now let's all have a few links!
I visited Adam at school yesterday. He was just unpacking the pieces he'd sandcast the night befored; a series of tiles with a relief of the buddha on them.
Incidentally, Adam, thanks for the photoshop/custom brush tutorial.
I just got one of those rearview bike mirrors that clips onto your glasses.
I'm over half a century old, people. Isn't it amazing that I can keep on coming up with new ways to look like a dork?
Adam models some product, shortly before the conversation turned to what a bother it is to actually bake things, and maybe it'd be better to just snort the brownie mix, thus producing, yes, nostril fudge!
I saw Dr Williams yesterday to get my stitches removed. I've got to say, I really like him. Really decent fellow, good touch with the knife & needle, comforting manner, very dry sense of humor. And my massive head wound is healing nicely.
I wonder what life without my hideous deformity is going to be like. I think that, in general, I'll be glad not to have the wierd protruberance. Always made me self-conscious, especially after haircuts. I have a hard enough time getting people to take me seriously in the first place. I don't think that their having to stare at a big cranial anomaly while in conversation with me was helping matters any.
It'll be interesting to see how my young nieces & nephew react. They were always fascinated by uncle Bruce's head lump.
A guy on BART was doing this trancy dance movement thing,
looked a little bit like tai chi. I videoed him doing it. Another guy
sitting behind me wanted to know if I thought it was right to do that
without my subject's permission.
I assured him that I'd talk to the guy.
We both got off at Berkeley, and I handed him my card.
On the escalator, I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him
what that movement thing he was doing was. He told me that it
was an invasion to touch another person in public. I apologized,
asked him if he had been doing tai chi.
He told me that he practiced the art of silence..
So no video today...
...or that's what I was thinking yesterday when I wrote the above,
right after the incident. I mean, hell, the guy should be able to
silently practice his movement without some fool showing up with
an inquisitive nature and a camera, shouldn't he?
Yeah. Maybe. On the other hand, maybe going into your act on
public transport isn't the best way to practice silence. Maybe having
a stranger initiate a conversation with you doesn't have to be taken
as an invasion.
So, fuck that shit. Somebody does dance. Great.
I do video.
Here's a video of a guy doing a movement thing that I found interesting on BART. Enjoy!
Me & 55 fellow citizens sat in this room from 7:30am until 12:30pm yesterday. Then we were told to leave. Civic duty.
If it had been an airplane we'd all be in New York by now.
See the Video
Just about every vertical post in New Canaan right now has a purple satin ribbon wrapped around it, and an SUV parked in front of it. I have no idea what the purple ribbons signify.
Whoa, Nellie. Just looked it up. Here's the scoop. Apparently, the ribbons are for domestic violence awareness, there's 98 of them for the number of calls the New Canaan Domestic Violence Partnership received this past year. Do you suppose they chose purple because of its association with the color of bruised flesh?
The SUVs speak for themselves.
...und so weiter. You can see the entire photoset at my flickr account. Here's a handy click-here.