Word of the day

Its frottage (and don't forget frotteur). It seems to me that masturbating whilst in a crowd of people by rubbing yourself on them must, in some essence, be the opposite of agoraphobia. I know I'll be paying a bit more attention next time I'm at a crowded gig...

Some random videos

I have some random videos here that I just downloaded from my digital camera. The sound quality is pretty shit, I have to say, but thats why I bought a dictaphone that records in 'high quality' mode (and its much better than this, I must say). So in the future, when I post stuff that's audio related, I hope it will be a bit better!

So, the first video is from Gatwick airport. I was there at about four in the morning, bored out of my mind, nobody is around, aside from all of the people passed out on the floor, waiting for the check in counters to open. Naturally, I explore my location a bit. The moving walkways leading between terminal B and the loading station for the shuttle to terminal A... well, they were making so many noises! Clunking and creaking and just being beautiful! So I was trying to think of a way to record these almost tribal sounding beats coming from the mechanics of the airport, and I thought of my digital camera, which was the most viable option. And that led to this:



The second video is my mates Callum and Min performing (rather drunkenly) at a bonfire party in the woods of UEA in Norwich. Callum is on vocals here, and min on accordion. The sound quality is a bit crap, and the singing is a bit off key, but it is still a good. It is still uploading... as my iBook is rather... slow... but alas, I love it so!

So... while waiting for these to upload so I can embed them into this post, I had a conversation with my coursemate Isabel on Facebook, which was rather manic, but thats what I was expecting. A lot of rapid conversation. But its all good.

Also, just an FYI here, I'm a bit drunk/tipsy at the moment. I bought a bottle of Sailor Jerry spiced navy rum the other day, and I must say it is quite delicious! So I'm most of the way throuth that now (after sharing a little bit with John and Daniel). It may be 3am here, but thats no excuse to stop drinking!

Ok. Here we go!

Shoot me, please!

So a man in Rifle, CO shot his brother in the head and then told his neighbours. I found this to be slightly... terrifying? Even so, I clipped the article and will be putting it next to my little Associated Press clipping of this, which is perhaps one of the best things I ever read in a newspaper. With the resurgence of creepy news, I might have to pick up my idea of poems based off of all this weird stuff. I'll see what comes out.

Also, I'm going to attempt to send myself something in the post via Kinder Surprise toy pod. I will be sure to take photos, and upload them as necessary. Alas, my I feel this is blog is boring with only my typing and rambling, so more media. And once I manage to actually buy my dictaphone, some tracks of me... just saying stuff (paying bills and having to be responsible with money is teh suck). Also bought paintbrushes today, so some painting tomorrow. I've temporarily given up on dissecting my bag of broken watches, as I don't have the proper tools. I'll be starting a Flickr soon too, for the photos and such. I will keep you in the know! Still working on my little story; not much progress, but it will come together. As above, I will keep you informed.

Violence

Okay. Just saw 'Four Christmases" with the parents. Felt really sick of films being all about... love, and relationships. At least the kind that I watch. They all have it as the plot, or subplot. I did watch 'High Fidelity' last night, and really liked that. Really brilliant film, if I've seen one. On a related note to that, I should be getting my dictaphone soon, and can start occasionally recording my craziness... and maybe posting it here. Depends on the genre.

So, back to the point of this post. Exhausted with the whole love/relationship stuff in the media. Its everywhere! Not saying I don't want it for myself, but don't really need it in my face all the time. So I'm writing a short story now. I'm actually going to carry this one out to the end, too. Won't be too long. Its all about a bank robbery. People die. Thats all. Crazy guy organises a bank robbery, people die, stuff happens. I've written a bit, and should be continuing later tonight, or tomorrow. Depends. Here is what I have so far:

"Hello, sir. How may I help?"
A man in leather, short brown hair, glasses; clean shaven. He almost looks like Nicolas Cage, with his gaunt face and stocky build.
"Just a deposit today." He hands me the forms, I type the information into the computer. An error.
"Sir, your account isn't listed in our system." I look over and he has a gun raised to me. I scream.
"Don't push the alarm or I'll blow your pretty little face away, alright?"
Four other men have already closed off the room. Cage raises his hand and waves his wrist. Gunshots, uncountable, but I know the security team is gone.
"Get everyone into the corner! Now," he glances at my name badge,"Mary, call the manager and tell him to get out here. We need to talk."
Uncontrollabe shaking, hysterics, but I pick up the phone, dial the extension.
"Sir, could you see me out here? This man would like to talk to you. He has a gun." I put down the reciever. "He is on his way."
"Good."

I pulled the trigger, one twitch and her ghostly mug was gone, her body fell back. Screaming and crying. I couldn't trust her, that shit about the gun. Real bloody, she must have known she was fucked. Damn, I hate setups.

Movie Scenes

Found a little composition book the other day whilst going through some boxes. There is a lot of random stuff in there, and I'm still deciding on what to do with it. But a few of them were short notes for movie scenes. Strange movie scenes. A bit of the handwriting is messy, and a few are quite... shit, but there are only 5:

Mass of people in uniform with coordinating brooms, in a line or dispersed, sweeping the beach.

A tray full of cups of hot chocolate (brimming full) on the top shelf of a rotating tray drop off station (?) and the horrible, painful aftermath on the other side.

Reaching for food, missing, but continuing towards mouth unawares

"Gosh!"
"Gosh!" (slight flailing)
"Gosh!" (uncontrolled flailing)

Pulling up to construction worker and handing them a used brake pad. "Give them a brake".

Beginnings

First post on my new blog. Thought I would open up with one of my latest poems:

that you never read.

I’m lost in my b-
rain in the rain outside you-
r house writing a letter, you-
r letter, when the old man asked
           “Why are you
                                   here?”  I’m waiting
for someone, wait-
                             ing for you,(‘re) pull
ing on my heart-
                          strings, sudden eu-
phoria.  I’ve become obsessed
thinking about my heart that way,
each beat a memory,
unmade,
unlike your letter in my drawer