Friday, 24 December 2010

MRRY CHRSTMS

Thursday, 23 December 2010

Voina

jumping on the bandwagon/tipping the bandwagon over



Saturday, 11 December 2010

cafes

Thursday, 9 December 2010

false jesii

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

"man has an accident"

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

how about some hardcore

Monday, 6 December 2010

nineties at it's pinnacle

Sunday, 5 December 2010

UNDER MI SLENG TENG

Saturday, 4 December 2010

aggravating

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saw this sticker while browsing ebay for christmas presents and for some reason found it infuriating. then tried to figure out why I found it so frustrating. i've come up with the following reasons.

1. general smugness to apathy ratio.
the point is that the neoliberal/capitalist machine will inevitably create the next war once the current one (or two, or four, etc) have run their course, so the sticker you put on your car (avoiding the crass accusation or pointing out of the relationship between oil supply and foreign policy) is a statement that you are aware of this, and not fooled by the various reasonings given for any particular war. the annoyance comes in at the seeming abandonment of responsibility. you're voicing opposition, but also accepting the inevitability of the next war and therefore to a certain extent confirming that there is no possible force of resistance to "the next war"

2. lack of imagination from the left
the crux of my annoyance is therefore that this fictional person who buys this sticker and puts it on their car is effectively giving up, it's an admission that this is the way and that all you can do is voice your opposition in the least effective way possible. i recently went to a talk by Michael Albert in which he brutally laid out the fundamental problems with the left at this point in time. one of the main points was that 'we' don't believe we can win on anything. we're constantly resigned to never expecting victory, and this effects every part of organisation. if you don't think you can win how do you ever expect to? the point he made and that I agree with, is that much of what is done is merely making you feel better, like at least you gave it a shot, to appease your conscience rather than bring about any meaningful social change. the left is stagnant and the result is stickers like this. you put it on your car and feel better and maybe even think you're 'sticking it to the man', but really you just sleep better at night while being complicit in allowing the next war to formulate.

#generalpoorlyformedinitialthoughts

Friday, 3 December 2010

metinides.

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Thursday, 25 November 2010

negs



"We have a method for the destruction of work. We are in search of a positive measure of non-work, a measure of our liberation from that disgusting slavery from which the bosses have always profited, and which the official socialist movement has always imposed on us like some sort of title of nobility. No, we really cannot call ourselves ‘socialists’, for we can no longer accept your disgrace. At long last, we are all bastards. And that most venerable man which I did call my father, was I know not where when I was stamp’d"

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

greco franco

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Monday, 22 November 2010

worst

Thursday, 28 October 2010

hpy bday alx brwn

Monday, 18 October 2010

St. John Philby


St. John Philby, also known as Sheikh Abdullah, father of Kim Philby, the renowned MI6 double agent who also worked for Stalin. Kim Philby was a life long communist and friend of Graham Greene, it was he who extended the invitation to Greene to become an agent himself.

St. John Philby spent most of his life in the middle east, working for the British first in Baghdad, then Mecca, Palestine and what was to become Saudi Arabia. He then converted to Islam and worked for the new king of Saudi Arabia, Ibn Saud. He was officially no longer working for the Secret Service in Palestine, both due to his working for Saud and a differing of opinion on his allowance of Jewish immigration to Palestine. However he still worked for the British Secret Service and received a salary for a further 5 years.

In 1939 he proposed the Philby Plan to Ben-Gurion and Chaim Weizmann, the head of the Zionist movement. It offered substantial Jewish immigration to Palestine in exchange for their support for Ibn Saud's son Faisal as King of Palestine. It was also proposed that they pay Saud £20 million to re-settle Palestinian Arabs. It was accepted but not acted upon. When questioned by President Roosevelt, Saud was offended at the suggestion he could be bribed.

Meanwhile, Philby had briefly returned to London to stand for parliament for the far-right British People's Party, headed by ex-British Union of Fascists member John Beckett. He lost, and was arrested for being a suspected Nazi-sympathiser. His friend John Maynard Keynes intervened and he was released seven months after his arrest.

After the war he returned to Arabia and at the age of sixty he purchased his second wife, a 16-year-old girl, from the slave market at Taif, about forty miles south of Mecca.

In 1960, on a visit to his son Kim in Beirut, while in bed at his side, he said "God, I'm bored" and died.

Sunday, 17 October 2010

the power and the glory



"In 1953 the Holy Office informed Greene that The Power and the Glory was damaging to the reputation of the priesthood; but later, in a private audience with Greene, Pope Paul VI told him that, although parts of his novels would offend some Catholics, he should not pay attention to the criticism"

Saturday, 16 October 2010

Francis Sedlak

"Wanting to post an article he'd written, 'My Military Experience', he realised he could not bring himself to lick the back of a stamp bearing a portrait of Queen Victoria and support the government-run postal service, so he set out to walk to London and deliver his article by hand, but "the weather was very cold with heavy snow and he was clad only in thin clothes with no shoes. Not surprisingly he was forced to turn back"
~ from the back cover of Designs for Anarchist Postage Stamps by Clifford Harper.

Friday, 15 October 2010

absolutely batshit


~found in a card shop on the strand. i cannot even begin to understand what on earth this card means, let alone how it was designed, approved, produced and distributed in the first place.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Thursday, 14 October 2010

swoon


from the source; "Vladimir Putin's grandfather was a chef who cooked for Rasputin and later Lenin and Stalin"

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Saturday, 9 October 2010

st. james infirmary

Friday, 8 October 2010

one time

Thursday, 7 October 2010

you got me

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

clutching at straws

Monday, 27 September 2010

Friday, 24 September 2010

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Monday, 20 September 2010

mayer

Friday, 17 September 2010

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

big takeover

Monday, 6 September 2010

roberts pits

Sunday, 5 September 2010

pet seal

Sunday, 29 August 2010

Saturday, 28 August 2010

Mish Fadilak

Friday, 27 August 2010

Pyar Kiya Tho Darna Kya

Thursday, 26 August 2010

void//crass>ke$ha//jolie


Wednesday, 25 August 2010

nicholson

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

big v skinny

Monday, 23 August 2010

fire

Sunday, 22 August 2010

piss

Saturday, 21 August 2010

breakdance

Friday, 20 August 2010

misfit

Thursday, 19 August 2010

bit of trouble

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

tom of finland


Tuesday, 17 August 2010

rasna

Monday, 16 August 2010

~~~~

Sunday, 15 August 2010

nataraj

Saturday, 14 August 2010

s k u l l

Friday, 13 August 2010

humara bajaj

Thursday, 12 August 2010

santa

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

forest fire

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

web 2.0

Monday, 9 August 2010

thwack

Sunday, 8 August 2010

trafalgar square riot

Friday, 6 August 2010

gas face

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

waiting room

Friday, 23 July 2010

soundtrack

From the 1st of July 2009 to the 30th of June 2010, I lived at 45 Lyndhurst Grove, Peckham. Lyndhurst Grove was immortalised in the pre-fame song by Pulp, about a party they went to down our road when they all lived in the area and Jarv was at St. Martins.


as of the 6th of July 2010, until towards the end of August 2010, I am living on Furley Road, Peckham. As yet, no-one has written a song about Furley Road, but it is featured, with a host of other local landmarks, in this video by Joe Grind, brother of Giggs. Street sign at about 1.13.

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

dead bart II


REAL FOOTAGE OF LOST EPISODE///////-----------------
The episode started off like any other episode, but had very poor quality animation. If you've seen the original animation for Some Enchanted Evening, it was similar, but less stable. The first act was fairly normal, but the way the characters acted was a little off. Homer seemed angrier, Marge seemed depressed, Lisa seemed anxious, Bart seemed to have genuine anger and hatred for his parents.

The episode was about the Simpsons going on a plane trip, near the end of the first act, the plane was taking off. Bart was fooling around, as you'd expect. However, as the plane was about 50 feet off the ground, Bart broke a window on the plane and was sucked out.

At the beginning of the series, Matt had an idea that the animated style of the Simpsons' world represented life, and that death turned things more realistic. This was used in this episode. The picture of Bart's corpse was barely recognizable, they took full advantage of it not having to move, and made an almost photo-realistic drawing of his dead body.
Act one ended with the shot of Bart's corpse. When act two started, Homer, Marge, and Lisa were sitting at their table, crying. The crying went on and on, it got more pained, and sounded more realistic, better acting than you would think possible. The animation started to decay even more as they cried, and you could hear murmuring in the background. The characters could barely be made out, they were stretching and blurring, they looked like deformed shadows with random bright colors thrown on them. There were faces looking in the window, flashing in and out so you were never sure what they looked like. This crying went on for all of act two.

Act three opened with a title card saying one year had passed. Homer, Marge, and Lisa were skeletally thin, and still sitting at the table. There was no sign of Maggie or the pets.

They decided to visit Bart's grave. Springfield was completely deserted, and as they walked to the cemetery the houses became more and more decrepit. They all looked abandoned. When they got to the grave, Bart's body was just lying in front of his tombstone, looking just like it did at the end of act one.

The family started crying again. Eventually they stopped, and just stared at Bart's body. The camera zoomed in on Homer's face. According to summaries, Homer tells a joke at this part, but it isn't audible in the version I saw, you can't tell what Homer is saying.

The view zoomed out as the episode came to a close. The tombstones in the background had the names of every Simpsons guest star on them. Some that no one had heard of in 1989, some that haven't been on the show yet. All of them had death dates on them. For guests who died since, like Michael Jackson and George Harrison, the dates were when they would die. The credits were completely silent, and seemed handwritten. The final image was the Simpson family on their couch, like in the intros, but all drawn in hyper realistic, lifeless style of Bart's corpse.

A thought occurred to me after seeing the episode for the first time, you could try to use the tombstones to predict the death of living Simpsons guest stars, but there's something odd about most of the ones who haven't died yet. All of their deaths are listed as the same date.

Saturday, 17 July 2010

creepy baby massage

Friday, 9 July 2010

this is the reason i love punk


this is the reason you'll never get it

Sunday, 4 July 2010

who is bozo texino?


Saturday, 3 July 2010

8 years old, jeeeeez

Friday, 2 July 2010

roots crew

Thursday, 1 July 2010

one got fat

Monday, 28 June 2010

I WISH PUNK PLANET STILL EXISTED
I WISH I WAS AARON COMETBUS
I WISH I OWNED A USED BOOK STORE
I WISH I WAS IN A BAND
I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE FOREVER
I WANT TO MAKE A ZINE ABOUT PECKHAM
I WANT TO INTERVIEW RAD BANDS
I WANT TO KNOW WHO TO INTERVIEW
I DON'T WANNA DOWNLOAD NO MORE NEW SEVEN INCHES
I WANT TO GO TO MORE SHOWS
I WANT TO RIDE MY BIKE MORE
I WANT TO BE THIS ACTIVE ALWAYS

Sunday, 27 June 2010

dead bart

Monday, 21 June 2010

if you're not dead yet

Sunday, 20 June 2010

suicide



"So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago? Well, there is one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic disney fans. According to sources, it’s nothing special. It’s just a continuous loop (like flinstones) of mickey walking past 6 buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out. Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song on this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano as if the keys for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film. It wasn’t the jolly old Mickey we’ve come to love either, Mickey wasn’t dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking, with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look. Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black and that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something.

The cartoon was 9 minutes and 4 seconds long.

After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the 6th minute, before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn’t a language, but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk. On the 7th minute, the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn’t have been possible at the time. Mickey’s face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face. The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions, a few seeming inconceivable with what we, as humans, know about direction. Mr. Maltin got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second, and afterward immediately store the disc of the cartoon into the vault. This distorted screaming lasted until 8 minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to the mickey mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounded like a broken music box playing in the backround. This happened for about 30 seconds. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin saying “Real suffering is not known” 7 times before speedily taking the guards pistol and offing himself on the spot. The thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of russian text that roughly said “the sights of hell bring its viewers back in”

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

this kids face

Monday, 14 June 2010

the cove

Japan uses prostitutes and bribery to gain pro-whaling votes from countries that have absolutely zero interest or gain in whaling

watch this film The Cove, for more information about Japan's illegal slaughtering of dolphins, or follow the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society for more information on their pseudo-legal slaughtering of whales.

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

church

Monday, 17 May 2010

morrissey ♥

Monday, 3 May 2010

monet

Sunday, 2 May 2010

WELCOME THRILLHO #2

tan hong ming

Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Monday, 26 April 2010

sister i'm a

Sunday, 25 April 2010

G.I.S.M


skip to about 5.50 if you want to see Sakevi spray a flamethrower into the audience.

Saturday, 24 April 2010

real benga

Friday, 23 April 2010

MINOR THREAT

I THOUGHT I HAD LEFT IT BEHIND
IN ANOTHER FUCKING TIME
WHEN BOYS WERE BOYS, GIRLS WERE GIRLS
AND FACES WERE HARD TO FIND

IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME

ALL THE STUPID THINKING
THE STUPID PEOPLE THOUGHT
THE RULES THAT WE LIVED BY
THE FRIENDS THAT WE BOUGHT
THE ASSHOLE WITH A STRONG ARM
IN THE SHAPE OF FLOATING FRIENDS
THE YOUNG LADIES
AND THEIR SECRETS
IN THE SOAP THAT NEVER ENDS

IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME

I THOUGHT I HAD OUTRUN IT
WHEN I CROSSED THE TRACKS
I THOUGHT I HAD GOTTEN AWAY
WHEN IT TAPPED ME ON THE BACK

IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME
IT FOLLOWED ME

Friday, 16 April 2010

Derrida


I got this out of the library and just finished watching. My main reason for getting it out was i watched the Zizek! film and it was good, an easy way to get to know the jist of a philosophers worldview. Obviously a simplified version but I had no idea what Derrida was about so this was good. Some knob has made this particular clip un-embeddable which is annoying but this part and the bit about his mothers kidney stones were highlights. check it:

Jacques Derrida on Love and Being

or watch the whole thing:

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

simone de bouvoir

Monday, 12 April 2010

pelican

NIGHT REVIEW #1

yo, so nearly made it the whole 365 but instead i'm gonna jack it and use this as a standard self indulgent bullshit blog. and just post images and youtube vids when they cross through my eyes. so to start of with, some stuff i've been thinking about the last couple of hours.

so let me set the scene, me and sam sit down to watch a film, cup of tea in hand. earlier in the day i had made the decision to chill from my biscuit of choice for a bit, the ultimate, bourbon. instead i got some morning coffee, potentially my second fave. not only did i spill some pretty hot tea on my genitalia, i then had the disappointment of having to munch my way through these:
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this is not an actual picture of the ones i partook in, those would be Morrissons own brand, but the biscuit is the same. Nor have I spent my time photoshopping the word "wrong" on the image either, though i agree with the sentiment. what the fuck?! they are way creamy and taste nothing like a morning coffee should. still vegan i should add, which makes me even more skeptical to where the creaminess comes from. like the cheapo bourbs you can buy that taste like a chocolate custard cream and are definitely not vegan. not cool. give me Best In brand any day, cheaper and delicious.

so the film was, "They Live". given our interest in the work of one David Icke, it seemed a very apt film to watch, as the plot revolves around a near future world in the grips of economic recession, where a secret society of "aliens" controls the general populace through mind control and covert messages in the media. when one gent discovers special glasses by which you can discern an 'alien' from a human and all the messages are deciphered and laid out in front of you, magazines saying 'consume', 'stay asleep', etc etc.
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if we can go a bit zizek for a moment, there are 3 ways in which i took the film.
1) that clearly it's a representation of the hidden or other among us, potentially a parable for a class society in which the aliens can be replaced with the rich. through economic systems and the media they control the general populace without them knowing in order to retain and buffer their personal gain. the 'elite' can stand for anything really, from whatever perspective you want to come from. the other point is that there is a search for truth that goes through the film, that if only the general populace knew the truth in plain and simple terms. basically, this person is ugly/they are an alien, they are bad. the sunglasses that reveal the truth in its most blatant form is kind of a way of saying unless it is blatantly obvious, humanity cannot react. we cannot overthrow what we do not see. the end is a strong point but i won't ruin it.
2) there is a definite homo-erotic undertone to the relationship between the male main character and his co-hort friend. they meet at a construction site, he is invited to see a place to stay but refuses, denies the homosexual advance so as to not appear gay. but curiosity takes hold, and he follows. they become friends. cue a very very long fight scene with lots of rolling around, a manifestation of their deepseated love for each other but their inability to express those feelings resulting in a strange anger/humour rivalry/friendship dichotomy. later still there are hints when the main character follows a woman he has met, the odd look to see where he is going, etc. worth exploring.
3) that this is infact not a fiction film but our reality manifested in a film. it is often claimed by icke-followers that films that deal directly with subject matter icke talks about, be it lizards, shapeshifting, rogue planets habited by aliens, the end of the world, etc, that these are being used either to introduce the reality of these ideas to us so that when all is eventually revealed we have some reference point to digest the information with, or that they are used to discredit people aiming to reveal the true nature of reality. that when someone says "we are ruled by an elite alien race who materialise as humans" you can say "yeah but thats just the plot of that film". argument over. the same with the recent re-make of the V sci-fi series, which sees a race of 'visitors' come to earth only to be revealed that they already have members on earth who maintain their human form. their real form? just a massive reptilian. therefore any believer of icke can be countered with "thats just the plot of V though"

then, dr syntax. greatest human ever.