All entries for Tuesday 15 August 2006

August 15, 2006

yay rant stuff

George Bush is a dick–head & the Israeli president recently made it explicit that his attack on Hezbollah and the Lebanese people is really just posturing to Iran and Syria. What a disgusting and obvious admittance of collective punishment.

Israel is asking the US for cluster bombs (possibly the least surgical weapons in military use) and the US is likely to approve the request, but funnily enough the Israeli government will not allow a 3 day humanitarian truce. FUCK THESE ACTIONS!
Phew! That steam wants to be let off but it just aint going to happen soon, not in our totalitarian world regime. Health and Safety is no excuse for DeMenzes’ murder! Mexico’s elections are fixed. Our protests are ignored or censored! Many of those in power should be arrested for war crimes and for glorifying state terrorism. WHAT ABOUT IRAQ?!?! It’s a civil war there! WHAT ABOUT PALESTINE!?!?! Are we just used to this injustice??? Do not paint our fellow human beings, our Muslim friends as ďfascistsĒ George Bush is a fascist and a moron–puppet, Tony Blair is a great public speaker and a fascist, our police are being used as the tools of the fascists. The press is being used to feed the climate and fear. Where is the positive and engaged reporting?

p.s. i feel well sorry for the BBC who get flack from both sides, but they are really towing the party line at the moment. geez


"Heroes in a house shell, Turtle Power!

So updation,
In the evening of the day after I got back to London I went to a seminar on careers in the television industry. It was really reassuring that the path I’m on is the correct one especially in showing me there is a ton of flexibility within the industry for me to direct my creative energies. I spoke to (and had a drink with) the speakers after the event and plan on keeping in touch for potential work experience and advice. I also got shown around the Camden Roundhouse’s facilities, they have a bunch of TV and music studio stuff all set up which looked well exciting.
On Thursday I met up with Jamie and Andrew from my film course. It was lovely to hang in Camden with them, we had some lovely tea on the roof of a café there which is gonna become a new favourite of mine methinks.
On the Friday I had a driving lesson (the first one since I failed my first test a couple of months ago) it was really good to get back to it and my instructor George said I may only need a couple of more lessons before my test which will be on the 4th of September.

As there was a Demonstration against the attacks on Lebanon on the Saturday I spent Friday night (and I mean the whole of it) listening to the radio, play lists and The Now Show while I constructed some extreme placards. I went along to the march with Marina, we bumped into a local activist (Zoyra) at the train station and I loaded her up with some of my constructions as I went a bit over the top and we couldn’t carry it all between the 2 of us. It was a really good demonstration with tons of people, we caught the tail end of the speakers, threw children’s shoes at Downing Street and other irreverent acts. I was knackered when all was said and done, lots of people congratulated me and said they appreciated the effort I put in on my placards etc.
stop collective punishmentmarchersorothodox marchers

On the Sunday I went to meet up with my ex Lucy for the Innocence Smoothy sponsored festival Fruit Stock. It was really cool, we bumped into my neighbour Bob who is the event organiser for Greenpeace, we munched some farmer’s market samples and then got some berries berriesand salmon sandwiches etc. It was really sunny and hot, and it was good to see Lucy after such a long time although for we didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things which as confusing and sad.
As we went our separate was I hung around Kings X waiting for Becky to come London ways, and coincidentally as I walked to WH Smugs I bumped into Fred who was going to a bar mitzvah he really didn’t want to go to (t’were his friend’s little bros). So I walked with him for a wee while just to the station.
It was great when Bex arrived and we walked all the way to Angel and we sat outside one of those nice pubs with a live band inside and had Coronas and caught up a bit which was beyond lovely.
On the Monday I tried to go to the video editing course I’d booked myself on but they had seemingly moved the day so that I missed it, lame. But I went home and did some various admin and then headed over to Foxy’s to catch up with him, Rob, Matt, Jordan, Gomes and Karim. It was quite brief but so good to see them all so well, also a good use of the travel card.

I popped into Fopp and Virgin when I missed one of my seminars and found ďThe CorporationĒ 2 disc special addition (with over 8 hours of extra material and weblinks) on DVD at discount price. You seemingly can’t even get it on Amazon. Hot stuff all in all, loads of Chomsky and other nutters.

Marina headed off for Petersberg, she's been great cooking up a Russian storm which i've been dutifully devouring (all except for the caviar, waaay too salty for me). Just before she left she put on a little do for her Russian friend which was lovely too especially mm cake.party over here

Last Friday I had another driving lesson and it was really good, I’m going to have a couple more which should put me in good stead for the test which is at the start of September. Wish me luck. Later I went along to Downing St for another demo. Tony Blair was away (holidaying perhaps?) but we laid flowers and chanted etc. It was pretty well attended, we were cordoned to the other side of the road and this cordon was at least 100 metres long and it extended onto the road too. I went but I covered my face with a bandana and I wore my cowboy hat. I also took along the stick with a baby doll and barb wire/nuclear bomb hanging over her barb wire haloed head. Bex thought that in covering my face I was simply making myself look thuggish, I can kind of see where she’s coming from but in context I can think of lots of reasons to be covered up and in the context I also thought that it precluded any sense of thuggishness in comparison to the political thuggishness that we were protesting.
My main theory validating the wearing of a mask like that (apart from making it hard for the police to photo you, the statement you can make i.e. being part of a crowd & representing the cause of people who you aren’t and who can’t represent themselves like dead children, or to add an element of comedy or illustrate a link that may be unclear e.g. dressing like a cowboy of death etc) is that in an ideal society for which we should collectively strive I would have no fear of representing myself with my face, or to take that one step further streaking in the street, there would be no problem with that. But here I had to do something I that is not part of that ideal society or part of my nature (I’m not at my core an angry person). If I have to carry out civil disobedience against my will, to protest a tyrannical government that is supposed to represent me, which I engage with by voting I may have to do it masked against my will but not my better judgement. There were some great kids leading some chanting so I joined in behind them and there was also a very lively orthodox jewish contingent there too which was nice to see.
barbed babyI crossed the road after the main flower laying occurred (I was too busy chanting) so I left my baby stick with the flowers which reinvigorated the photographers and then I took my flowers and I intended on throwing them over the gates of Downing street to land near a firearms officer (was that stupid? I don’t care I hate those fuckers, he could have been the one who killed DeMenzes, how do I know?) but in my anger and in being a crap sportsman I totally missed and hit what I suspect was a civil servant’s window. Then I skulked off. On the way into the train station I saw a couple coming up with flowers in their hands and I suspect they were heading for the demo too, not just being all lovey–dovey.
On the train back I slam off a quick poem about the event:

I’m a terrorist on the tube
Having scarpered from the scene
Of my latest act of terror
Publicity seeking demo
Face recognition frightens me
So I don Stetson and glasses
My act was decisive and swift
Flower grenade at Downing St
I swing but totally miss

I came back to Evering Road we bathed and Bex cooked some lovely stuffed peppers and we had some ace salad. We headed off later than we had planned to meet Will & Holly and their mate Jim. When we got there we made sure we had enough cash and went to a pub for pre club drinks and then we went to Planet after a wee catch up.
Planet was as per usual AMAZING! It was so nice to have Bex there, to introduce her to all the cool people there and it was cool to let Mitchell and Holly in on the greatness that is Planet. They all loved it big style, I mean how couldn’t you? Having them there, and seeing all of my mates there, made up for some slightly less than perfect elements, they were: boiling chill out areas, no music at all outside, one chill out area being cordoned off until two, the door between the funky room and the garden being closed, the thai bbq was not up and running, a not amazing (from my POV) band was on (too much shouting) during the Happening, and the misfortune to be cornered by a couple of fucked people but only for about 5 mins. I can understand why all of these were the case and none of them detracted from the excellent elements. The door had to be closed and the music was off because the outside backs onto some residential areas seemingly, the band I guess is to please those who find little hippie happenings not hardcore enough; you always seem them sculk off moodily to the trance room, so I guess that was an element of balance. The great things were. In no particular order; dancing with Becky, seeing all my buddies, recharging on massage and recharging other people (although I totally failed to sort Becky out with one properly), lovely lights and wall hangings, the vibe as always, 3’o’clock milky ways that you suddenly find hard to eat, some lovely UV/glow in the dark bracelets that a girl called Fuzzy gave me. I had some excellent games of Jenga with JW et al and we played some giant Jenga with some randomers (Bex lost as always, I’ve really got to teach her some technique ;–).
A bunch of people came back to mine dude to the free house (Foxy, Matt, Jordan, Will, Holly, Jim and Bex of course), we chatted to some others on the way and I found out a cool piece of info for JW, a psy trance event in Nottingham called Psycle (I found out because the guy who runs it is apparently my spitting image & also is called Alastair, wow!). When we got back to mine (around 8ish I guess) we chilled out, played on the Dreamcast (Soul Calibur & House of the Dead with lightgun) and had a little food before everyone retired for a long sleep. Bex on the balconWhen I woke Will et al were leaving having been the first to bed and having the furthest to travel I guess. When we got up (probs around 5ish) everyone chilled out chatted, we ate pizza on the balcony, watched some cool online videos inc OK GO and some sweet scratch DJing, it was good too as Simon Bennet drove over and hung out for a good few hours, we got to catch up and see photo’s from a trip to Spain he made with Matt and Jorden and pics from the lake district trip they all made with Will and Emilia and Karim.
2 minutes after the guys leave I remember why I didn’t give JW the B–day card I had made him; which was my plan to get everyone to sign it, damn me! Och well, instead I wrote him a poem to put in it:

You are but you aren’t my brother and my cousin
We are strange ones from another planet
We parallel nicely but intersect splendidly
It is as well we arrive in two’s too
Forever you and I must walk together
To discuss, decipher and distil that which is true.

On Sunday Bex and I had a lazy day, we walked up to Stoke Newington to check out the charity shops, the best one was closed but we hit up some cool second hand bookshops and Bex got some books for her course which was cool. It was nice as ever to show Becky around where I live and she especially liked Stoke Newington even though we didn’t make it to the bests bits in my estimation which are Clissold park and the library. It rained for a little bit so we grabbed some shelter, Rosa from my course passed by so I grabbed her to say hi, I learned that she lived just off the high st there which was quite surprising, she lives in trendy–ville which I wouldn’t have thought of. On the way back we walked through the cemetery which was nice but a bit muddy on Bex new trainers. On the way back we stopped for roast dinner stuff from k–stores. We began cooking just before Tom and Jack arrived. The food and the company were lovely and Tom provided us with some scrumptious desert; strawberry roll and strawberry cheesecake. Mmmm mm.
Yesterday I bummed around at home doing the usual checking the news, reading, watching flash tutorials, little bit of guitar practice etc. In the evening I went out to meet the boys at Covent Garden, they updated me on all their happenings of the day and we went to get pizza and then we watched Eternal Sunshine in the Prince Charles.
So some thanks, life is pretty sweet, I’m surrounded literally and figuratively in my life by lovely people so thanks everyone for being who you are, where you are and how you are to me. Keep up the good work ;–) as if it doesn’t come natural. Thanks to all those putting good things/thoughts into the world and to those who try to correct the bad ones. Thanks for the time to engage with my experience properly. Thanks for the self knowledge which comes from somewhere perhaps from other people’s eyes. Thanks for food and shelter, thanks for music, thanks for windows (various) thanks for infinity. Thanks for creativity (have you noticed the abstract bent, ok back to the norm) thanks for public libraries. Thanks for K–stores and thanks for Hackney and London. Thanks for all the colour in my life and thanks for my strength and peace.


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