26 May 2009

what's this now?

jsut wanted to call your attention to a new blog i've started to coincide with a new project. the blog is located at http://conversionfilm.blogspot.com/ and will track the development of a new feature film (from a script i wrote) that i'll be working on over the next few months.

this marks my first time being involved with film and the aim for the accompanying blog is to track both the development of the project and to record the steps that we go through in trying to realise a completely independent production.

so wish me luck and here goes... something.

15 May 2009

scorn tissue

i've always been aware that i have a tendency to frown a lot. my brow furrows when i concentrate. my expression when i talk to other people often involves an expression of curiosity or skepticism. and, yes, that means that i developed lines around my eyebrows at a young age.

what i'm realising now is that i may have moved beyond the point where "wrinkle" describes what's on my forehead. looking at the line- properly a "glabellar line", it looks a lot more like a scar than a line in the skin. it's a deep ridge that's obviously been there for a long time. if i stretch out the skin, the way it would be stretched if i had plastic surgery, the line is still clearly visible (although this procedure would give me these nice, almond-shaped eyes).

there are a number of options open to someone in my position. aside from the aforementioned plastic surgery, i can also choose to have my face pumped full of botox, or i could have a process called subcission, whereby the epidermis is cut loose from the muscles and tendons underneath it and is allowed to float, frown-free on the surface. (no word on what happens when i actually do want to scowl at someone.)

the immediate problem with all of these solutions is that they make me want to scowl even more.

in that way, i suppose, my little line is a scar. it's a scar from all the various things i've gone through, all the things i've been exposed to that have perplexed, annoyed, worried or infuriated me. what i can say, as i run my finger over the little ridge at the point where my eyebrow meets my nose, is that there have been enough of those incidents to leave a pretty deep scar.

so, no, i don't think i'm going to have my face rearranged or pumped full of botulism any time soon. maybe i'll just claim that it is a scar and make up some crazy story to explain how i got it. except that the amusement i'd get from spinning this yarn would probably leave me with laugh lines.

12 May 2009

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.05.11

jill kroesen :: i am not seeing that you are here
implog :: holland tunnel dive
blockhaus babaies :: beat me
alien sex fiend :: r.i.p.
siouxsie and the banshees :: spellbound
o.t.o. :: blue arrow
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag
tuxedomoon :: no tears
perverse teens :: la divine
opus finis :: havoc heap
coil :: who'll tell?
kr :: 40
clock dva :: axiomatic and heuristic
geomatic :: turn the coil
dive :: treasure
maska genetik :: the ocean
d.a.f. :: sato sato
blok 57 :: warm leatherette
synapscape :: hormona
controlled bleeding :: the fodder song
revolting cocks :: attack ships on fire [r]
din :: stab [scissor mix]
screamin' jay hawkins :: i put a spell on you
joy division :: walked in line
killing joke :: psssyche
liars :: there's always room on the broom
gang of four :: return the gift
hula :: big heat
click click :: black curtains
november novelet :: glass
depeche mode :: ice machine
death in june :: flieger
sol invictus :: looking for europe
novy svet :: en possession de te

06 May 2009

sprung

they say that the change in season creeps up on you, but i think that it occasionally leaps up and whacks you on the head. i don't know if this happens to anyone else, but i was out on friday night, checking out the weekly descent into comedic dada that is the too much comedy show. when i went in, there were buds on the trees, waiting, i thought, to bloom into that pale lime shade known everywhere as "spring green" over the course of the next few warm, moist days.

except that, a few hours later, by the time i came out of said comedy show *poof* spring had arrived. all those little brown buds had opened and, within a couple of hours, while i was inside, the world had shifted. at once strangely beautiful and startling...

05 May 2009

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.05.04

the pop group :: she is beyond good and evil
hula :: ghost rattle
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
danielle dax :: bed caves
james plotkin :: hung on a line
jesus lizard :: blockbuster
the birthday party :: release the bats
the cramps :: primitive
unidad sasao :: antenna
sukia :: feelin' free
ronin :: cri du chat
position parallèle :: hotel du nord
gary numan :: me! i disconnect from you
chrome :: anorexic sacrifice
john foxx :: underpass
devo :: gates of steel
big black :: kerosene
dead kennedys :: halloween
joy division :: warsaw
minimal compact :: next one is real
pailhead :: don't stand in line
foetus :: butterfly potion
implog :: she creatures
herz juhning :: rituals
november novelet :: street of lost hearts
spk :: metal field
der künftige musikant :: es ist kalt
the klinik :: obsession
front 242 :: aggressiva
ministry :: we believe [r]
clock dva :: the act
novy svet :: en possession de te
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