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| Sunday |
the Second of November, 2003 |
The three new Chinese Whisper Photography projects have begun (one as before, one where only the "theme" carries over, and one insane Photoshop variant) - if I've forgotten anyone, let me know.
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| Friday |
the Thirty-First of October |
The Sentinel
Returns! What was a clunky old
BBC Micro game was, five years ago, reborn into whizzily rendered
texture-mapping, painted in dark Quake colours and given (apparently)
an eerie John Carpenter soundtrack. Enticingly playable; the weirdly
abstract first-law-of-thermodynamics structure works a lot better with
a fast and intuitive interface, and the learning curve is judged about
right. (There's a suitably robotic strategy guide.)
The whole of the Underdogs' unique
game category is well worth a trawl, really - an amazing treasure-trove
junk shop of hopeful glass monsters.
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A bus idling in a station, its dayglo flip-disc route display
claiming "104.7 Something FM" like a car radio dropped by the gods.
Another last night, rolling out of Lewes with a route and destination of
"123 Merry Christmas" - where are these buses going? Are advertisers
creeping their tendrils into the "out of service" displays, or are
Stagecoach genuinely running services deep into the electromagnetic
spectrum, and months into an optimistic future?
(I'll have a return to Austere Pre-War Public Transport, please.)
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| Thursday |
the Thirtieth |
Speaking of the power of followers, Aum Shinrikyo's Shoko
Asahara is currently pleading religious innocence in a Japanese
court, eight years after the Tokyo sarin attacks. I hadn't even realised
the trials were still ongoing.
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"Looking down (I had found a position on a nearby roof,
with a perfect view of the proceedings), through the lens of my tiny
videocamera, I looked at the stochastic motion of the park's walkers,
wondering which of them I could claim as my own."
Flash - the dark apotheosis
of passé Flashmobbing. Such a waste of the power, though. There's so
much you could achieve with a transient herd of followers willing
to dress and behave as you command, for five minutes...
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| Tuesday |
the Twenty-Eighth |
"Why did the medium cross the road? To get to the other
side/reach the other side or something. But you need to make sure the
listener realises you mean a spiritual medium and not just, I don't know
a medium sized garment.
Something about cricket from Lourdes."
Something about the medium not being the message. My kind of humour;
Louis Theroux's Unfinished
Jokes are an extremely mixed bag, but the format deserves
recognition.
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