London Art Stuff

One more, before I duck out for a walk in the sun:

The Dreams That Money Can Buy is on at the Tate Modern on the 27th of May.

I saw it at the NFT last year. This is a brilliant bit of surrealist cinema, set to some bloody good music, and you should book tickets and go see it if you’re free.

A little dose of the future

I should have mentioned this on here before now, and the more switched-on of you have probably seen it on BoingBoing by now anyway, but still:

Bloodspell is a feature-length serialised machinima fantasy film. Machinima, in case you’ve been under a rock, or just don’t care about the future, is the art of making 3-d animated films using computer game engines. The product doesn’t look as slick as Toy Story, or Shrek, or anything else, but it can be made by anyone with a little dedication in their bedrooms for an outlay of a few hundred quid for a decent computer and an appropriate game. It is punk animation, and if you can’t see why that’s important, or get past the slightly clunky visuals to see what it will one day be able to do, then you are probably quite stupid.

Bloodspell is pretty much the most ambitious project yet made with machinima, and deserves your attention precisely because it is ambitious. It’s pushing the boundaries of what has done in its field. If people do not pay attention when others do this sort of thing, we stagnate as a culture. This is bad. And also, rather more importantly, because it is a cracking, fast paced action-fantasy film that is bloody good free entertainment.

And as if all that weren’t enough, it’s available on a creative commons license. Check the site for the full info, but basically, you can distribute and remix it however you’d like, for free, so long as you don’t make money off it. There are lots of reasons why that’s good.

Pay attention: this is the future of cinema, starting here. Even if Bloodspell itself isn’t to your personal taste, these are some very sharp people, working out how entertainment media will be made and distributed in the future. Tell your friends, because it’ll make you look clever if you do.

Full disclosure: My mate cairmen is the mad bastard behind this, and I’m listed as a creative consultant on the project. This mostly meant I sat about, got drunk, and talked rubbish, and said “why don’t you try this…” on a couple of occasions.

London Pop Moment

Reminded by barrysarll‘s post on the same topic, I’ve been meaning to suggest that everyone give Lily Allen’s storming ska-pop single “LDN” a listen.

It’s helpfully available free here: http://hifipopcorn.blogspot.com/2006/05/nun-allen.html

It’ll probably be overplayed and deeply annoying by the end of the summer, but right now, the sun is shining and I’m about to take a walk in Battersea Park, and I can’t think of a better soundtrack.

Shorn

I said I'd do it, and indeed, I have.  My hair, it is gone, and fuck me, it's very bastard weird.  Anyway, here's a suitably posy and shadowed shot of me, just to prove I've done it.

Just to remind you:

http://www.justgiving.com/get_a_haircut_hippy

 Is the link you'll want, in order to donate money, those that said you would, or even if you didn't say you would, but would like to help me raise money for cancer research anyway.

Ta.

Heh.

Via tyrell, an excerpt from this post on a teacher’s blog, because it made me laugh:

“Arriving at the car park, I performed a quick Goth count. Forget ‘percentage of free school meals’ or the school’s behaviour policy, the best way to gauge behaviour is to do a Goth count. The number of moody teenagers dressed in black and wearing studded bracelets is in inverse proportion to the amount of bad behaviour in a school.

Though usually silent and aloof in class, Goths work reasonably hard, they have outside interests that extend beyond Lambrini and sportswear and, by their very disdain, they don’t disrupt.

OK, the condescension can get irritating but, overall, I like a healthy scattering of Goths in a school.”

Scalping [slight return]

So, the plan to get rid of my all hair is still going ahead, almost certainly this weekend. However, the British Heart Foundation are being fucking useless, not getting in touch when they say they will, and generally making it needlessly hard for me to give them money. So, I’m reverting to my default position, and raising money for Cancer Research UK instead.

You can sponsor me on-line here: http://www.justgiving.com/get_a_haircut_hippy

I’ll post a photo once I’m suitably shorn, if you’d prefer to wait – the page will remain available for you to donate through for the next month.

(If anyone who said they’d sponsor me when it was the the BHF I was raising for wants to pull out/change the amount, then they should feel free – I feel bad about moving the goalposts, but they really have been fucking useless.)

Alright, enough.

I know I am prone to colds, unless I am being basically nauseatingly healthy – exercise, healthy food, no smoking, minimal drinking and etc.

What I am not prone to, however, is headaches, fevers and nausea. I would like them to end please.

This has been a pointless whinge. Go back to what you were doing. I’m going back to bed.

All Change (A Bit Of Work For Charidee)

Clubbing last night crystalised a few things for me, specifically about how fucking awful my lifestyle has become. What was planned as a short break from a more strict lifestyle (and I know there are any number of people who would collapse laughing if they heard me refer to my lifestyle at any point as “strict”, but these things are all relative) to relieve stress has done that, but has turned back into lazy fat-bastardism. So, time for a few lifestyle changes, or at least changes back.

More exercise, healthier habits, and a bit more clubbing.

But that’s not the point of this post.

While I’m changing things, there’s another change I’ve been havering about, and it’s time to do something about it. And one of the best reasons to do it is that frankly, I’m fucking scared to.

It’s this: get a haircut. Specifically, in the first instance: shave my head. I may grow it out a bit if I decide I look awful shaven-headed, but I need to ditch the long locks. I can see thirty looming up before me, and I always swore I wasn’t going to have long hair out of my twenties.

I’ve had shoulder length or longer hair for over ten years. For my entire adult life. You can probably understand how the prospect of ditching it might frighten me a little. So I’m going to bolster my courage, by attaching a bigger cause to it, rather than just saving my own dignity. I’ll do it for charity. Plenty of other idiots have raised money in this manner before so I figure I’ll do the same. The charity in question is the British Heart Foundation.

So, I’m looking for pledges of donations. I’ll sort out collecting the cash after the fact, either via Paypal or in person, but right now, I’m looking for you to give me your pledge, either in a comment, or if you prefer to be discrete about these things, in this poll what only I can see the responses to.

Please folks, donate whatever you can spare. It’s for an excellent cause, and if that’s not enough, you’ll be doing me a favour, helping me do something that scares me.

Thanks.

Fame at last!

You can’t see it in the on-line edition (I’ve been sent PDFs of the print version), but the Austrian internet magazine E-media has just published one of my photos as part of an article on Flickr that they’re running this month. It’s the first (and hopefully not the last) time I’ve had any of my photography in print

Of course, this is slightly absurd, since between the time I agreed to let them use the photo as an example of the quality of stuff available on Flickr, and it seeing print, I’ve made the decision not to use Flickr any longer.

Still, onwards and upwards… :)