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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Portrait of Bitterness

She walks in darkness, shrouded in shadows.  Creeping along the jagged shards of onyx depths, her hungry eyes prying every corner, pricing the weight of malice against the insult of joy.


The veined poison of hidden spitefulness, poorly disguised in supercilious counsel that cloaks barbs of venom within its raspy linings.  The pale pallor of disappointment past, present and anticipated future colours all her sightings of deeds, words and imagined slights.  

Her avarice for that denied her and granted to unworthy others dilates the blacks of pupils to glossy, ebony visions of openings to rend and pierce with her sharpened talon.  

Her bĂȘtes noires are many.  They form the unwashed masses of innocents wallowing in their mindless little clouds of joy.  Like well-fed cherubs polluting the heavens with their insipid songs of love.

She longed to shatter the earth, dry the seas and flatten the mountains to reveal the rank blasphemy wrought by the heavens by allowing the existence of such ignoble multitudes.

Her hair she flicked back in defiance.  Her visage she felt had nought to hide behind inky hair or veil or shade.  Unlike the painted, inane harlots that littered the courts and stank the air with their over-perfumed affectations.

Low born pretensions, high born condescension.   She played her pieces with a recklessness spawned from unwarranted arrogance.   

Black taffeta rustled, shadows glided.  Soft candlelight flickered and waned as its luminous aura faded a little in the vacuum of darkness that slithered the halls.

Some heads turned, others avoided.  A few stabbed her with jaundiced eye, either former victims or silent foes.  Many looked on fondly, unaware of the snares and pricks of her many unsolicited advice, well-played false flattery, double talk and play.

Swearing complete fiefdom to romance, an arbiter of honeyed words, she was matchmaker to the willing and Iago to the weak.

The world owed her and she intended to collect.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Bhutan's Royal Sidestep

I've always been fascinated by Bhutan.  Such a shroud of mysticism and mystery swaddles this little monarchy that it provokes romanticised images of Shangri-la and a land beyond time.


Well, the outside world seems to be encroaching and it is being slowly wrought from within.

I fear the Bhutanese may be right in their concern about swapping a bunch of politicians for one monarch.  Although I can appreciate King Jigme Keshar Namgyal Wangchuck's (I stop for much needed breath here) decision to absolve himself from a seemingly archaic and undemocratic yoke, the evidence of its neighbours' faulty decisions is damning indeed.

Good luck, Bhutan.  Let's hope it is not a case of Paradise Lost.


Bhutan will end century of royal rule
Sunday, March 23, 2008

THIMPU, Bhutan: The secluded Himalayan kingdom of Bhutan, a land that has made promoting happiness its paramount goal, will end more than a century of royal rule Monday with its first parliamentary elections.

And no one, apart from the king who is giving up his power, seems happy about it.

Candidates proudly call themselves monarchists. Party workers describe the vote as "heartbreaking." Voters fret about what will become of the Land of the Thunder Dragon when it trades its Precious Ruler for politicians.

Bhutan has long been an eccentric holdout from modernity - a mountainous land where Buddhist kings reigned supreme, allowing the Internet and television only in 1999 and coming up with the idea of Gross National Happiness, an all-encompassing political philosophy that seeks to balance material progress with spiritual well-being.

The election Monday is, in some respects, no different. Unlike the upheavals that have so often been the midwives of democracy around the world, Bhutan has never been more peaceful or prosperous. It is voting only because the king said it should.

"No one wants this election," Yeshi Zimba, one of the candidates, said as he campaigned door-to-door in the capital, Thimpu. "His Majesty has guided us this far, and people are asking, 'Why change now?' "

After the election, King Jigme Keshar Namgyal Wangchuck, 28, will remain head of state and will probably retain much influence. But elected leaders will be in charge, which worries many here who have watched in dismay as democracies in nearby Nepal and Bangladesh flailed toward disaster, and who have observed the often corrupt and chaotic political scene in neighboring India.

"People were looking around at what is happening in South Asia and saying, 'No thank you,' " said Kinley Dorji, who runs the state-owned newspaper, Kuensel. "But His Majesty said you can't leave such a small, vulnerable country in the hands of only one man who was chosen by birth and not by merit."

The Bhutanese are not so sure, and the two political parties both hew closely to the king's vision, promoting Gross National Happiness and featuring leaders who each twice served as prime minister under royal rule.

The election for the 47-seat National Assembly is the latest step in a slow engagement with the world, which Bhutan began in the early 1960s. Back then Bhutan was a medieval society with no paved roads, electricity or hospitals. Goods were bartered rather than bought, and almost no foreigners were let in.

But across the Himalayas, other isolated Buddhist kingdoms like Tibet and Sikkim were coming under the sway of foreign powers, and Bhutan - sandwiched between the Asian giants India and China - decided that it needed to change to survive.

"In the past, the strategy was to hide up in the mountains," said Dorji, the newspaper editor.

Not anymore. The country of about 600,000 people now has a cash economy. It will probably even join the World Trade Organization and thousands of tourists are welcomed every year, albeit on heavily supervised and expensive tours.

Still, Bhutan retains many of its peculiar ways. Mountain climbing is banned to preserve the pristine forests that laws dictate must cover 60 percent of the country. Bhutanese must go about in public in their national dress: a colorfully striped knee-length robe for men and an embroidered silk jacket with a wraparound skirt for women.

But that dedication to preserving Bhutanese culture has a darker side.

More than 100,000 ethnic Nepalis - a Hindu minority concentrated in southern Bhutan - were forced out in the early 1990s and have been living as refugees in eastern Nepal.

Bhutan says most left voluntarily, and refugee rebel groups have set off at least nine small bomb blasts this year in an effort to disrupt the election, killing one person. To head off more attacks, Bhutan sealed its borders Sunday and said it will not reopen them until after the vote.

Tens of thousands of ethnic Nepalis still live in Bhutan - 19 are candidates - but the fate of the refugees has not been an issue because parties are barred from speaking about matters of security or citizenship. They also cannot talk about the royal family.

Playing with Your Food




Food art.  Brilliant.



Rock of Ages

This is way cool.  A retrospective of the icons of rock. 


Saw this photo article in the Sydney Morning Herald and thought about how a pivotal generation of rock has passed.  I might sound like an old fogey but it sure isn't quite the same as it used to be.

The lineup chosen by SMH was a bit strange and I think someone there does not know the difference between rock and pop since the list also included Cyndi Lauper, Madonna and Michael Jackson.  I could not even bring myself to include the last one in this post.

Here's to the legends.  Rock on.



They sure gave lots of us Satisfaction.  Gather no moss, mates, keep gathering no moss ...




Hopefully they won't be climbing the Stairway to Heaven anytime soon.




Actually I think she should stop trying to act like a teen and start acting a bit more her age.  Think Tina Turner, honey, not Rihanna.  And no, I wouldn't have categorised her as rock - not sure why she was in this lineup.



I'm sorry but Queen died the day Freddie did.  Still tears me up when I see his picture.  Damn.




Ah, Blondie ... every male mate's fantasy.  And looking damn hot even in her 50s.  Take note, Madge!



I always preferred Bowie myself.




One word.  Fab.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Crying Shame

Hands up the number of you who remember The Crying Game?


I remember watching that after school with my best friend and we had the misfortune of attracting the attention of the class perv who decided to follow us to the cinema.  He promptly sat next to my best friend and proceeded to make a bloody nuisance of himself till we threatened to castrate him.  He had no clue what movie we were seeing so it was a real shock to his pitiful system when he realised.

And they say there is no justice in the world.

Anyway, it is undeniable that the two most memorable things about The Crying Game is the shower scene ... and Jaye Davidson! 

Holy cow, how gorgeous was this androgynous beauty?  You could totally buy into the sexual ambiguity and total smitten-ness that this man could induce.

I'd forgotten all about him till I read an article in Coilhouse (which I totally love by the way) on this missing icon of our misbegotten youth.  I just had to share the gloriousness of a golden age here.

He's disappeared from the movie scene after Stargate, which was a complete waste of his time except to prove again how spectacularly gorgeous he is.  

I totally identify with his distate for the so-called fame and game of the entertainment industry.  Although I wonder how he equates that with the fashion industry (from whence he game pre-Crying Game) as it has the same level of shite. So, I can understand why he went underground rather than deal with the bullshite.

Hopefully, wherever he is now, he is still as effortlessly elegant and fashionably recherche as ever.

Easter Bunnies Go Wiggle Wiggle

Just saw this over at Circus Hour.  


So, here's another way to celebrate Easter then.


Hal to the Odyssey


This month sucks.  First Anthony Minghella and now Arthur C Clarke.  I hope this is not an alphabetical culling of all my favourite artists, writers, directors and such.


I remember immersing myself in Clarke's worlds as a child.  An uncle had bought me one of his books at one of those book fairs for 30p and I devoured it in less than 2 hours.  It was Dolphin Island and I was hooked.

I made my uncle bring me to the book fair again that very day so I could scour the place of more of Arthur C Clarke's books.

He gave me many many hours of wonderful reading pleasure as a child.  My lifelong love affair with science fiction was in no small part due to him.

Thanks, mate, for a wonderful odyssey.

RIP.




Arthur C. Clarke's life was an 'Odyssey' of the mind
Arthur C. Clarke, the science fiction visionary best known for the groundbreaking 1968 film 2001: A Space Odyssey, a psychedelic epic of mankind's encounter with never-seen aliens, died Wednesday at age 90.

The English writer died in Colombo, Sri Lanka, where he had lived since 1956. He had been in poor health in recent years, confined to a wheelchair due to the effects of post-polio syndrome.

He was a scientist, a philosopher and a prolific author who penned more than 80 books and 500 essays during his lifetime, including fiction and non-fiction. His 1951 short story The Sentinel became the foundation for 2001.

Clarke was a futurist who seemed to live ahead of his time. Many of his ideas and theories became reality. His work was embraced by both the scientific and science fiction communities. He viewed the future as something to behold, not fear.

"I'm an optimist," he told USA TODAY, half-jokingly, in 1997. "I've always said we have a 51% chance of survival."

His own odyssey began as a boy growing up in the seaside town of Minehead, England. The son of an English farming family, Clarke was born on Dec. 16, 1917 to Charles (the source of Arthur's famous middle initial) Clarke and Mary Nora Willis.

Clarke spent his boyhood years staring at the stars through homemade telescopes and launching amateur rockets using gunpowder he mixed with his mother's kitchen utensils. He was introduced to the world of science fiction as a boy through the pulp magazine Astounding Stories of Super-Science.

With no money for college, he moved to London in 1936 and took a job as a government auditor. In his spare time, he joined the British Interplanetary Society, a group devoted to the science of space flight, and began writing science fiction for several fanzines.

In 1941, at the height of World War II, Clarke volunteered for the Royal Air Force and served as a radar instructor. His military experience led to his 1945 landmark essay, Extra-Terrestrial Relays, published in the technical journalWireless World.

In the piece, for which he was paid $40, Clarke proposed building a network of orbiting communication satellites, placed 22,300 miles above the equator, fixed at the same spot over Earth. In 1963, the world's first geosynchronous satellite was launched, making his vision a reality.

That was the first of several scientific predictions that led fans to worship Clarke as if he were a modern-day Nostradamus, though many of his overly ambitious visions of man's presence in space never materialized.

Clarke's foundation in science came from his years at Kings College in London, where he studied math and physics after the war. After graduating, he spent a year as an assistant editor of the journal Physics Abstracts before the income from his writing hobby overtook his day salary. His first book, the non-fiction Interplanetary Flight, was published in 1950.

In 1953, Ballantine Books put Clarke on the map with the publication of his sci-fi classic, Childhood's End, about a race of aliens who come to Earth and eliminate disease and poverty — at the cost of mankind's freedom. His subsequent best sellers included 1956's TheCity and the Stars, 1961's A Fall of Moondust and 1975's Imperial Earth, among others.

His 1973 critically acclaimed classic Rendezvous with Rama— about a team of astronauts who are sent to investigate an alien spacecraft (Rama) that is hurling toward our sun — won Clarke every major sci-fi writing accolade including the Campbell, Hugo, Jupiter and Nebula awards.

Donna Shirley, former director of the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame in Seattle, called Clarke "a remarkable man." Clarke served on the museum's advisory board and was inducted into its Hall of Fame.

"He (was) the creator of some fascinating and brilliant concepts in science fiction," she said, adding that he grounded his science fiction in scientific fact.

But Clarke's career remains defined by his seminal short story, The Sentinel. Written in 1948 for a BBC contest (he lost) and first published in 1951,The Sentinel told of a pyramid-shaped structure (which became the mysterious monolith left by aliens in 2001) found on the moon. It was Clarke's first attempt to tackle humanity's oldest question: Why are we here?

In 1964, filmmaker Stanley Kubrick was looking to make a movie about aliens after the release of Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Columbia Pictures introduced him to Clarke. The two men clicked and brainstormed for several months in New York.

The Sentinel became the jumping-off point for their project. In the summer of 1964, Clarke holed up at the Chelsea Hotel to type their script. The result was 2001: A Space Odyssey. Spanning 4 million years from the dawn of man to the title year, the saga starred Keir Dullea as an astronaut attempting to decipher the meaning of an alien artifact discovered on the moon. His crew is sent to Jupiter to track the source of the monolith's radio signal, with dire consequences.

It was unlike any film ever made, using imagery, symbolism and classical music rather than relying solely on dialogue to tell the story.

The film also famously gave the world the malevolent, thinking, talking mainframe computer, the HAL 9000.

2001 opened to mixed, sometimes hostile, reviews from critics and audiences who didn't "get" it. The New York Times called it "somewhere between hypnotic and immensely boring." Harper's said it was "a monumentally unimaginative movie."

Despite its reception, the film was nominated for four Academy Awards, including a shared screenwriting nod for Clarke and Kubrick. It won one Oscar for best special effects.

Today, 2001 is considered an influential masterpiece. "There have been many science-fiction films, but I don't think any of them are as cerebral or as daring as this one," says film historian Leonard Maltin. It ranks No. 22 on the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movies of all time.

2001 "poses metaphysical, philosophical and even religious questions," Clarke explained in Neil McAleer 's 1992 authorized biography. "I don't pretend we have the answers. But the questions are certainly worth thinking about. It's about concern with man's hierarchy in the universe, which is pretty low. It's about the reactions of humanity to the discovery of higher intelligence in the universe."

Clarke certainly believed in extraterrestrial, intelligent life. "They might land tomorrow on the White House lawn," he told McAleer. But he did not believe in UFOs, which he said could be reasonably explained.

Nor did he believe in God. He was an unapologetic atheist with no patience for organized religion, which he blamed for many of society's ills. "The greatest tragedy in mankind's entire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion," he wrote in a 1999 essay.

Clarke was not oblivious to the potential abuse and side effects of new technology, evidenced by HAL and his banal droning. ("I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.") In 1997, Clarke told USA TODAY that he embraced e-mail while simultaneously calling the Internet "the most deadly drug ever developed."

Clarke's influence and admiration in the scientific world was undeniable. The command module of 1970's ill-fated Apollo 13 mission was dubbed "Odyssey" in honor of the film, as was the 2001 Mars Odyssey spacecraft. At MIT, a room dedicated to artificial intelligence is dubbed the HAL project. The area of space where geosynchronous satellites orbit the Earth is known as the "Clarke Belt."

In his private life, Clarke was often portrayed as an eccentric recluse who refused to give interviews. But in truth he frequently chatted with reporters and fans via e-mail and gave speeches via satellite.

In 1953, Clarke married an American, Marilyn Mayfield. The marriage lasted less than six months. "The marriage was incompatible from the beginning," he once said. "It was sufficient proof that I wasn't the marrying type, although I think everybody should marry once."

After the marriage collapsed, Clarke's fascination with the underwater world brought him to Sri Lanka (then called Ceylon), where he settled in 1956 and started a scuba-diving business along with business partner Hector Ekanayake.

In December 2004, Clarke and his family survived the catastrophic tidal waves that killed more than 225,000 people in Asia, including thousands in Sri Lanka.

"The day after Christmas turned out to be a living nightmare reminiscent of The Day After Tomorrow," Clarke posted on his website after the disaster. He noted that his first book about Sri Lanka, 1957's The Reefs of Taprobane, chronicled a tidal wave that struck the area in 1883.

In 1998, his life was turned upside down after the British tabloid Sunday Mirror accused the writer of being a pedophile. Clarke vehemently denied the accusations and was never charged with any crime.

The controversy did not prevent Clarke from being knighted by Britain's royal family, or giving interviews as Jan. 1, 2001, approached. He spoke of the significance of 2001, which has been re-released in theaters several times since 1968, including in 2001.

He also continued to write. Sunstorm, a novel with Stephen Baxter, was released in 2005 by Del Ray.

Before his death, Clarke made provisions for the future. He donated six strands of his hair to a Houston-based company that plans to launch human DNA into space.

Humour Down Under

I saw this on an acquaintance's blog and it was so funny I had to share.  Those crazy Aussies!  Hilarious!



These were posted on an Australian Tourism Website and the answers are the actual responses by the website officials, who obviously have a sense of humour. 
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Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? (UK). 

A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching 
them die. 
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Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA) 

A: Depends how much you've been drinking. 
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Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden) 

A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water. 
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Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Australia? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane, Cairns,Townsville andHervey Bay? (UK) 

A: What did your last slave die of? 
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Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? 
(USA) 

A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. 
Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific which does not ..... oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in 
Kings Cross. Come naked. 
.................

Q: Which direction is North in Australia? ( USA) 

A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions. 
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Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? ( UK) 

A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do. 
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Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA) 

A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is ... oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked. 
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Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? ( UK) 

A: You are a British politician, right? 
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Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? 
(Germany) 

A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers. Milk is illegal. 
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Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA) 

A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets. 
...............

Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees. (USA) 

A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of Gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking. 
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Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia? (USA) 

A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather. 
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Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female population 
is smaller than the male population? (Italy) 
A: Yes, gay night clubs. 
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Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? ( France) 

A: Only at Christmas. 

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Q: I was in Australia in 1969 on R+R, and I want to contact the Girl I 
dated while I was staying in Kings Cross*. Can you help? (USA) 

A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour. 
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Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA) 

A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first.

Thieves Make Earley Fade


They say the highest form of flattery is imitation.


I say Bollocks!

I cannot tell you how tired I am of people stealing choreographies, laying claim and credit to things they do not have half the talent to even conceive, not attributing to rightful sources and just plain dishonesty.

So when I read that two paintings had been stolen from Lori Earley's Fade to Grey exhibition, I really felt for her.

I remember how majority of my pieces constantly disappeared from the art room in school and how in my final year, when I asked for my works back so I could present my portfolio for a scholarship, the school conveniently informed me that they had been stolen.

I feel her pain.

She is understandably upset and pissed off and on the witch-hunt to find the art thieves but I can only try to look on the bright side of things by saying you probably know you've made it when art thieves strike your exhibition.

Here are some of the haunting works from the Fade to Grey collection.



And some others from previous collections.

Masque of Furiae


One of my favourite contemporary artists is Linda Bergkvist.  I discovered her work years ago on CGTalk and have been an avid follower since.


During the last year, she kind of worried me with a long hiatus due to illness.  She appears to be back although I hear she is still not fully recovered.  During this time there has also been a fair bit of controversy and questions pertaining to the authenticity of her work and her lack of honesty about attribution and her work methodology.

Whatever it is, until it is proven, I will still appreciate and admire her final work.

I really hope this young lady gets back to her full potential and health as it would be a great loss to the world to be deprived from her talent.

She recently started working on a series of masks which are phenomenal and very her.  I can see some of them literally jump from the canvases of her previous works and can only covet and drool over how gorgeous they are.

I gotta learn how to make them as I absolutely adore masks and have been since a little child playing Cops and Robbers.  Yes, I always wanted to be the Robber.