High Speed Anxiety…

published on March 29, 2005 » filed under Misc

Some of you may know the story, for others… I
was
talking
to Rebecca at Billy’s Last Party, trying to work out what it said on her shirt -
and not just
as an excuse to take a photo of her chest… I
snapped a shot (using far too much flash and from an unflattering angle, my
vodka-shot-filled mind apologies.)I
made the point I had a Japanese pen friend at the time, that I’d forward the
image and get the kanji explained… I could make nothing of it – “does it say
fire… Tokyo… No? I dunno.” Anyway, about my pen friend; well, following a
misappropriation of my “How To Make Out in Japanese” guide book (apt,
right?)
I didn’t have a pen-friend anymore – “Shshimi taberu? -tte
kikanai-de.” – That’s right; I don’t
like you anymore
, So -
Stop trying to make me eat your
Shshumi
-
punk.It’s all okay, because I found
Hanzismatter – the place for
all your kanji woes. And mine too… (Link)

NOT Flava Flav

published on March 28, 2005 » filed under Travel

Found
this great old school (not ‘old-school’, see here) photo this
morning. It was taken on the ‘Watersports’ trip on our way back from France,
circa 2000… and that’s me – my bronzed legs – and Mhairi. Anyway, I was
looking for my various certificates of
being
for Camp America, still can’t find my RAF Marksman – and that’s my favourite
one! Anyhoo, I’ve decided I’m off to the United States for the summer, to spend
some time being the Scout Master I always wanted to be, and to enjoy the sights
and sounds that gave us… the Joshua tree… and
stuff.Back to the moral of the story-
so I’m known as a bit of a nostalgia-fiend; I enjoy the moment, and say “woah!
this is great” when provoked by a nice piece of landscape or great company. So
this photo was a good find; that summer was Fan-tastic, it was Owen-filled, I
made good friends with Billy and resolution to become a Scout, to one day be a
camp leader – in the footsteps of our PGL mentors. I also failed completely to
pull. French or otherwise.So my Camp
America Application is in and I’m working on gathering referrals (If you want to
help out, just click me).
I’m really psyched about the idea, and if it’s as good as the folks I know tell
me – I’ll love it. Another item on the agenda today was renewing my passport…
so, I looked so young. My mullet-ed mind just couldn’t get round my poor eyes,
what happened- Ah, as the song goes “we were kids back in the year 2000″. Sure
were.Passport photos are funny things,
do you know for ¬£42 you can change your passport photo, I’m as vain as the
next, but ¬£42! hah. So, that was 5 years ago – and today, with less hair
than I’ve worn for a good 18 months I stepped into the booth, and the machine
stole a little bit more of my soul. It’s a terrible photograph, trying to make
myself look harmless – didn’t work; I’ve pulled I kind of Middle-Eastern shadows
around the eye type of style and my ridiculous lack of mullet makes me look
like… well. So, I made a little animated gif – not because I have too much
time, I don’t – but because I find it very interesting… so, it’s 1MB – i have
no idea how to optimise animated gifs on ImageReady, but target="NewWindow">there you go. I wish this
could have been manageable
.

Until The End of The World

published on March 25, 2005 » filed under Music

This song is the story, from Judas’ perspective,
of the betrayal and crucifixion of Jesus – through to Judas’ suicide. It is the
most blatant of U2’s songs regarding the Bible I reckon, but far from the only
to tackle repentance, regret and above all Love. Firstly, in regards the Bible
there’s a lot of talk regarding Judas, however the most simply put verses – and
most certainly linkable to this song can be found in Matthew
27:3-5
.

Haven’t seen you in quite a
whileI was down the hold, just passing
time.

The first lines set the scene, many think Judas approaches
Jesus in the after life – the opening of the song – the words Judas speaks to
Jesus. However, this would mean Judas made it to heaven, that’s okay with some -
Judas after all is a character of many facades; but was Judas is a tool of
God’s. His role to betray God’s son? Or was he a tool of evil, the simple way to
go is evil. However, through betrayal comes love. Confirming this; the words of
Jesus “I know so well each one of you I chose” – he knows Judas will betray him,
he’s seen it – or devised it (going too far?). So let’s not pitty Judas,
although his rather blas?? tongue doesn’t aid much “just passing time”,
while Jesus was being crucified Judas was “just passing time” Bono is not upping
the empathy. Of course Judas has been a busy guy – he’s tried to give the 30
pieces of silver back, fought internal strife and committed suicide. Now,
accepted into the Kingdom of Heaven he’s passing time, quite a paradox in
itself.Not to deviate too far, looking
at the first lines, already there’s an interesting use of language. Why is Judas
“down the hold”, I’m lost on this one, Leonard Cohen tells us
Jesus was a
sailor
” and a sailor is no stranger to a ‘hold’ in the sense of the
word, but could Judas (or Judas from Bono’s perspective) be referring to a hold of a different nature? Well,
definitions look good, but
without biblical reference to a very specific hold I can’t satisfactorily work
out what Bono’s saying here. (Ideas?)

Last time we met it was a low-lit
roomWe were as close together
As a bride and groom.

Now, the
last time Jesus would have seen Judas would have been in the Garden of
Gethsemane, where he betrayed Jesus. However, the imagery that first comes to my
mind is always the Leonardo Da Vinci fresco “The
Last Supper
“, which would seem to validate “low-lit room”. But there
they we’re not individually close together in this, the most provocative
rendering… Look at the image,
Judas is the pointing fellow with the white beard – Bono may not have been on
the same mindset as I. So, let’s leave that line to poetic-licence or alternate
readings
. Bride and Groom fits nicely in a number of ways, most
simplistically the closeness of the apostles to Jesus, and referring to remarks
of Bono in “A Man and Woman” the distance that exists in a relationships
(betrayal being the ultimate
‘distance’).Actually, I started
thinking about this again, after listening to The
Wickedest Man
on Radio 4, I think this may have had more to do with
Bono’s reading at the time – Robert Buquanan’s poem The Ballad of
Judas Iscariot
tells the story from Judas’ soul – forced to walk the
earth after physical death in search of somewhere to lay peacefully. In his
wanderings he finds Jesus, in the form of a Groom at a wedding. “The supper wine
is poured at last,//The lights burn bright and fair,Iscariot washes the
Bridegroom’s feet,//And dries them with his hair.” is a gorgeous paragraph,
maybe Bono did read this poem, and found it created such a mental image – that
he worked on that within the lyric. Maybe not. (Read
On…
)
Read On »

“If It’s not the ‘blow’ let Peterson Go”

published on March 24, 2005 » filed under Misc

What the fuck. You bigoted idiots. Because a man
is sophisticated and graceful, unlike the locals – a bit odd an Artist he is
guilty? Michael Peterson seems to me like a really sweet, slightly misunderstood
- wholly, most importantly, Intelligent human being. He didn’t have anything to
do with his wife’s death.Tonight I
watched the final episode of “Death on The Staircase” (BBC Four) a documentary
which followed the court case of Michael Peterson, accused of murdering his
wife… why? Well, no one told the jury why, and we didn’t get an insight into
the prosecution as this documentary was heavily biased on the side of
crazy-haired, Vietnam vet, ex-columnist successful author Mike Peterson, and his
really personable defence team. The other side, a paranoid sister of Mike’s
wife, and a Mental Southern, wide mouth, “well, I don’t really believe that”,
shoot from the hip lawyer who was so unpleasant, clitch??d and mistrusting I
thought her a character over-cooked. I’ve got to confess after watching the
first episode I half believed this was TV… a fiction, the story was obvious,
the victim – Peterson.On Peterson’s
writing; he’s not bad actually. However, I grew angry when – in the penultimate
episode the prosecution set off to the local library to dig through his works,
all the way back to poems written in his teens. Poems, metaphors – artsy
writings… in a court? To imagine the slanted, slack-jawed court-TV lovin’
homophobes consuming some not so thought-through lines – sex is murder – to
paraphrase… it’s the natural response isn’t it? For simple types to view art
with not just disdain, not utter contempt but a real misunderstanding – not
realising the difference between reality and a fictional realisation makes me
sad. It’s the feeling I often get when I see the time the UK television schedule
devoted to life-like TV-Drama or the lowest form of prime-time;
Soaps.Which takes me back to the first
episode I saw, I did think this man was so blatantly innocent – the characters
on the prosecution so jaded and nasty… it was too obvious, it was so
corrupt.I’m going to read some more of
Michael Peterson’s work, I feel a real injustice – maybe I can write to him. I
don’t know.

I can drink Maple Syrup Too

published on March 23, 2005 » filed under Misc

There’s
always that point when pouring any syrup, you have to decide. The decision to
stop pouring and concentrate on consumption is a tough one for me, I like my
syrups in vast quantities, and as this is my final year in which I feel the
effects of metabolism will favour my easy-going-eat-that-some-more outlook, I’ll
continue to pour. I mean, I do think “wowy, your drowning the pancak-ey goodness
Callum!” but I’m always wrong, I can never have too much maple syrup – I can
drink the stuff, and on a work night-out I asked the waitress for Maple Syrup
with my french fries… because I could. The boss was Canadian, it was as if
through my consuming his country’s best loved syrupy-export in great quantities
I would get further up the sticky advertising pole… I
didn’t.Caitlin once promised me ‘ a
can’ no less of Maple Syrup… the real stuff, Canadian export, a can. I would
have carried that can proudly to the lunch table in my school days… not so to
the local eatery these days, that Kramer-ism wouldn’t go down well in old Huntly
town.So, losing track again. I finally
found a pancake mix that works for me. Make your favourite “to the bat mobile”
sound effect as you link through. (Link)

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