Sunday, May 27, 2012

Mogwai Fear Satan

'Lo all.

My procrastination knows no bounds. I'm beginning to fall behind in an essay I'm trying to plough through. Damn these broad, open-ended topics. Just what IS the importance of remembering and forgetting in the digital age? Hurm.

Anyway. So it's been a while between drinks (well... not really, sadly). Unfortunately there isn't much to talk about, mostly work. I've so far handed in two out of the three things that need to be handed in by Monday (which is tomorrow...), and I've finished classes. Two more weeks and I've officially finished my third semester in this peepee soaked heckhole. Joy of joys.

So yeah, you would think I haven't been getting roaring drunk and having adventures, and instead focusing on getting my work in on time. So far I've managed to stay on track despite these distractions. I even left Thursday night Puggs early one time. That was a pretty big deal for me, but it paid off when I was hungover and cleaning up an essay the following afternoon, and managed to get it handed in fine. Oh yeah.

While I remember (I've written that word about three dozen times in the last four days, it's lost all meaning and doesn't sound right anymore).

The Virgin Suicides - ****
Finally got strapped down Clockwork Orange-style and was forced to watch this. A little too airy, and Kirsten Dunst playing a fourteen year old was jarring to the point of ridiculousness, but it was good fun how it drew you in by being all satire-y and ironic, then kicking you in the teeth. I mean, you were expecting it, based on the title, but still. Enjoyable, but then I enjoyed Lost in Translation (I'm a sucker for Bill Murray), and this is pretty similar. There was a voice in my ear the entire time about how the book was better though.

I guess I'm like that with Game of Thrones, season two of which is disappointing me. But oh well.

Went to the footy on Saturday for a nail-biter between Essendon and Richmond (it's nice being a member, you just stroll in halfway through), followed by a visit to Bridie O'reilly's on Chapel st. Terrible place on a Saturday night. We were dragged upstairs, as a band was playing, but the slightly-too-old-to-be-doing-this singer was belting out thoroughly awful covers of All American Rejects and Katy Perry, and that damn Call Me Maybe song that everyone seems to know except me. I did not realise it was possible to make already-bad songs sound worse.

Attempting to recover the view that pub covers of pop songs can be an acceptable medium when you're drunk, I went to Ryan Murphy's 'Olympics Fundraiser Party' at Puggs with a little Taco-Bill's-Fishbowl-induced optimism. He'd pulled out all the stops, with a full band upstairs instead of his usual loop pedal and kickdrum downstairs, and a woman's bathing suit and bathrobe to suit the theme. My eyes are still recovering. Unfortunately, I wasn't so drunk that I could ignore the mix, which seemed to be just keyboard, vocals, and cymbal. Poor Ryan Murphy. Still, a good time was had, and there was something approaching a moshpit by the end. Pretty crazy. I have to wonder what next week, his official going away thing, will be like.

Speaking of going away, since I have barely any readers I can announce this here. I'm not interested in sticking around in my apartment for a month, so I'm heading out to see the world. Paris, New York, Los Angeles. Ticking the boxes while I have a little money to do so. And seeing a few bands. Not Radiohead, nor the Cure, nor Tricky (that would involve Portugal, but tickets sold out...), but a few. Plus I think I need to see my aunt. Hurm.

Anyway, I'll try and post again before I fly away. Not that I'll have much to write about. The next few weeks involve heavy drinking and going back to Sale. God help us all. And I think there's a pair of exams in there somewhere.

Back to the essay, I suppose. It's a shame I can't cite this whole blogging enterprise in it, based on half the readings I've gone through. You would think that working in the library for four days would help me get it done faster, but oh well. Tomorrow will be fun. 800 words still looks far too bleak and far away right now, but by tomorrow afternoon they'll get hacked away at pretty quickly, I imagine. Damn this teenage laziness.

Crossposted.

peace.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Digitalism.

'Lo all.

It's freaking cold outside. This creates a number of problems. Foremost among them, every time the window is shut the apartment cooks regardless of what's going on outside. However, leave the window open and you freeze solid. Hurm.

Anyway, been an alright few weeks. I know I'm lazy about this, but sometimes it isn't my fault. My poor old desktop really is about to die, I've had it BSOD a few times recently, and it struggles to run my internet browser (also the internet's patchy to start with). So even if there was something to post it'd be unlikely it'd get up because the damn computer can't actually connect to the internet. Have been considering pulling out Simon and Kirsty's donated wireless router, but then I fear my internet usage would go off the charts (when it did work), and by going over the limit, it'd be so slow I'd be back to square one.

Been trying to keep busy as exams and assessments approach. This is the pointy end. It's never been particularly fun, but this time I have a plan. One essay will be done before Thursday night this week! I swear this! It's going to happen! Then I can relax slightly about the more trickier ones. But so far, a day and a half and about a dozen articles in, progress is slow, but at least there's material. Graffiti and hegemony is a lot easier to research than new media cultures of remembering and forgetting, I'm guessing. But we'll see how we go, worry about the exams when we arrive in June.

Anyway. Busyness. Caught Digitalism with Isobelle and Isaac two Fridays ago, which was good fun. The Forum blew their minds. Beni, the opening DJ, was pathetic. He had a big gold medallion that said BENI and his tshirt read J'AIME BENI. It'd be alright if his music was good, but it was not. However. Digitalism blew my hearing (it's slowly coming back though). They've got a different stage set up from last time I saw them, now it's just one big heart and two light-up lecterns with all the switches instead of three hearts and a live drummer. The setlist was alright, the opening with Miami Showdown, Idealistic, Forrest Gump and a killer light show. Pogo, as usual, was heavy. Might have accidentally knocked out a drugged out douche's teeth while pogoing to that song, I dunno, but he was a douche and on something. Pretty good show.

On Sunday night, had a catch up drink or five with Ryan at the Exford, which was good until some old guy came to our table ranting about commies and offered to buy us drinks, much to our amusement. Then he got dragged out shouting by the bouncers. All of our what. Went back on Friday with Aiden for free pool and jukebox and squished a little old guy and his mate who looked like Kenny with more tats. Funny guys, pretty quiet night.

Hit Puggs, as usual. Not a particularly good night most recently, but hey, got pretty drunk. It was pretty good to see shedloads of each old crowd there though.

Also Tom was down for the week, so naturally we caught up with him. He did get lost trying to navigate his way around Hawthorn (read, take the tram up the hill, or down the hill?), but we made him have a couple of drinks Thursday night, and on Saturday we all went around to Isaac's to play COD on his projector screen. I am still rubbish at it, clearly I need to drop everything and play it every day like Aiden, Pat and Tom. Messed up.

Visited the Astor as well (as usual) for a Sherlock Holmes marathon. Introduced Emily to the cat (I found out its name but alas, can't remember it). Isobelle almost lost my phone, annoyingly. Still. Good night.

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows - ***
Enjoyable but not anything that special, much like the first one. Apparently the German is horrendously translated. Did like how Lyle from Mad Men was the bad guy. And yeah, there's some bits that are very Guy Richie, but far more bits that are pure STUDIO BLOCKBUSTER OMG which kind of jar. Also Noomi Rapace scrubs up well.

Yes, I'm looking forward to Prometheus.

Six Degrees of Separation - ***1/2
Enjoyable, you have no idea where the hell it's going, but the pacing's a bit off at times. You really need to pay attention to keep up, as the plot twists don't stop and there's buttloads of characters all pretending to be different things. Also lol poor rich people, u want sum water?

And right now, procrastination central. There is a link between the wall in Palestine and Banksy, seeing as he did a few murals on it, but these academic articles just get heavier and heavier. Oh well. Plus Carlton's losing to St Kilda at the moment, but it's just the start of the last quarter and it's only four goals... Hurm.

Tomorrow will be more of the same, I think. Get stuff done. Looking forward to my holiday.

Crossposted.

peace.