If there are awards for the best names of productions I think the gold has to go to "The Peculiar Case of Clara Parsons". I went to this 'multimedia story' last night and was blown away. One review described it as "a quixotic, eccentric, inventive, strangely fascinating excursion through madness, loss and love." Quite what that ment is lost on me, but it gets across the weirdness of it all. We all know how scary clowns can be. There was a scary clown inside someones head here too. With hands as big as woks. Very creepy indeed, especially witht the integration of video projectors that swivel to show 360 madness all around you, leaving the audience spinning in their seats just to keep up.
And for those who want a weather update all I can say is it is unusually warm. Which is unusual...
21.6.04
under the weather
Perhaps this is the first time in over 3 years I have felt under the weather... But don't be mistaken in thinking I can't shift it... Just watch this space.
PS new address: 4/288 Hereford Street, Christchurch, NZ.
It's alright.
PS new address: 4/288 Hereford Street, Christchurch, NZ.
It's alright.
8.6.04
The Sounds of the sounds
Just had a great time in the Sounds with m'old mate Ben and Steph. Took some wonderful photos. Caught some fish (a first!) including a red one with eyes as big as jolly rogers. Dolphins. Seals. Sunsets. Reflections. Boats. Kids fishing. Laughing.Sharks. But you'll have to take my word for it all; no photos of any of it. Don't ask me why. I just don't want to talk about it.
1.6.04
The Mt Isobel Challenge.
The challenge started with getting up in the 5's... Not the best time of day believe me, but the cosiness of bed was soon forgotten as I stood 4 hours later at the change-over, waiting for Tony to complete his mountain run, the howling wind, colder than a mouthful of minties blowing through my brain. The weather meant that the runners only did the short course, which, if you ask me, was still maddness: 1000m ascent in 8kms. Who are you kidding. I was fairly happy that gravity and I would be holding hands, like the best of friends, as I whizzed downhill. After all, hadn't just driven halfway up Mt Isobel, and wasn't the finish line at the foot of the mountain? Perhaps I should've had a better look at a map...
Tony appeared through the mist and I took off down the gravel road, but by then the head-wind was so strong that had I stopped peddling like man posessed I'd've stopped. You only had to open your mouth for you lungs to be crammed full of the icy mountain air. After half an hour or so the wind dropped and so did the downhill. Replaced by a granny-wheel grind upwards, replaced by a casual push. I was pretty much at the back of the field where the atmosphere was very laid-back. Chatting to the others about how amazing the views were. Before I knew it I was back on the top of a hill pointing the red devil downwards, bouncing off rocks, heather whipping at my shins, eyeballs rattling in my skull, grinning from muddy ear to muddy ear. A warp speed downhill, second to none that had to be repeated one day. My rather shaky overtaking manuevers were compromised by a flattie, but it didn't really matter as it was more of just a ride with a bunch of mates than truly competitive. Home in one piece, after a dip in those hot pools and on to another week. Thinking about the next one....
Tony appeared through the mist and I took off down the gravel road, but by then the head-wind was so strong that had I stopped peddling like man posessed I'd've stopped. You only had to open your mouth for you lungs to be crammed full of the icy mountain air. After half an hour or so the wind dropped and so did the downhill. Replaced by a granny-wheel grind upwards, replaced by a casual push. I was pretty much at the back of the field where the atmosphere was very laid-back. Chatting to the others about how amazing the views were. Before I knew it I was back on the top of a hill pointing the red devil downwards, bouncing off rocks, heather whipping at my shins, eyeballs rattling in my skull, grinning from muddy ear to muddy ear. A warp speed downhill, second to none that had to be repeated one day. My rather shaky overtaking manuevers were compromised by a flattie, but it didn't really matter as it was more of just a ride with a bunch of mates than truly competitive. Home in one piece, after a dip in those hot pools and on to another week. Thinking about the next one....
26.5.04
25.5.04
Madness
You could get locked away for talking to yourself this much... so why is this any different?
17.5.04
Out of the Blue website
I thought I'd let you be the first to try out the new Out of the Blue website I have just finished (nearly... you don't need to tell me the email link doesn't work!) F&*@g Xtra! HERE
Bed time for me, and I think I have just earned a sleep-in.
Bed time for me, and I think I have just earned a sleep-in.
10.5.04
Ultimate Frisbee
Excuse the pun, but I had an ultimate weekend. The Nationals of the Ultimate Frisbee were in town on the weekend. Australia won. Go figure. Anyway, managed to catch up with an old mate from Nelson. G'day Mr B! I hope I get the chance to play myself. A very cool sport indeed.
10/10 on the surfing front too. My arms feel like they have been trampled on by a herd of squirrels carrying anvils (you just never know... it could happen), but no complaints at all.
If you haven't heard of Lindon Puffin, one day you will. A very talented musician indeed. He played at the Dux and i have to say it was one of the most entertaining nights in a very long while. He'd made a doco of his recent tour around NZ (109 gigs or there abouts) and was showing it off, narrating over the top, playing the songs live and Ttrillion did a live soundtrack. Multi sensation explosion. Mestar played earlier in the week, another band that I would recommend to anyone, mind you I am a sucker for any songs about turtles... And there you go.
10/10 on the surfing front too. My arms feel like they have been trampled on by a herd of squirrels carrying anvils (you just never know... it could happen), but no complaints at all.
If you haven't heard of Lindon Puffin, one day you will. A very talented musician indeed. He played at the Dux and i have to say it was one of the most entertaining nights in a very long while. He'd made a doco of his recent tour around NZ (109 gigs or there abouts) and was showing it off, narrating over the top, playing the songs live and Ttrillion did a live soundtrack. Multi sensation explosion. Mestar played earlier in the week, another band that I would recommend to anyone, mind you I am a sucker for any songs about turtles... And there you go.
3.5.04
recent work
Have a squizz at soome of my recent work if you like (here). I have just updated it with a few new-ish pieces. Not much mind you... I can't think what I have been doing all this time. Seem to be pretty buisy though.
26.4.04
Semi Permenant
While I neglected to say much about my mad weeknd in Timaru a fortnight ago I felt I just had to say that last weekend up in Auckland at the Semi Permanent design conference blew me away (www.semipermanent.com). I have been vomiting ideas continually for 48 hours, and have hardly slept...
Chch is indeed a tiny speck in the world, and even more so in the world of international design. It failed to even get a mention, the whole weekend, but all this is going to change, believe me. My first appearance in ProDesign Magazine was thwarted when they printed the wrong bloody picture in place of my work, something I would rather not have known. It just made everyone look stupid.
Chch is indeed a tiny speck in the world, and even more so in the world of international design. It failed to even get a mention, the whole weekend, but all this is going to change, believe me. My first appearance in ProDesign Magazine was thwarted when they printed the wrong bloody picture in place of my work, something I would rather not have known. It just made everyone look stupid.
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