Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Harold Pinter's Acceptance Speech for Nobel Prize

"The crimes of the United States have been systematic, constant,
vicious, remorseless, but very few people have actually talked about
them," Mr. Pinter said. "You have to hand it to America. It has
exercised a quite clinical manipulation of power worldwide while
masquerading as a force for universal good. It's a brilliant, even
witty, highly successful act of hypnosis."

Sitting in a wheelchair, his lap covered by a blanket, his voice hoarse
but unwavering, Mr. Pinter, 75, delivered his speech via a video
recording that was played on Wednesday at the Swedish Academy in
Stockholm. When he won the award, Mr. Pinter said he did not know if
the academy, whose deliberations and reasoning are kept secret, had
taken his politics into account. He clearly welcomed the platform the
award gave him to bring his views, long expressed in Britain, to a
larger audience.

Dressed in black, bristling with controlled fury, Mr. Pinter began by
explaining the almost unconscious process he uses to write his plays.
They start with an image, a word, a phrase, he said; the characters
soon become "people with will and an individual sensibility of their
own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate
or distort.

"So language in art remains a highly ambiguous transaction," he
continued, "a quicksand, a trampoline, a frozen pool which might give
way under you, the author, at any time. Drama represents the search for
truth," Mr. Pinter said, "politics works against truth, surrounding
citizens with a vast tapestry of lies spun by politicians eager to
cling to power."

Mr. Pinter attacked American foreign policy since World War II, saying
that while the crimes of the Soviet Union had been well documented,
those of the United States had not. "I put to you that the United
States is without doubt the greatest show on the road," he said.
"Brutal, indifferent, scornful and ruthless it may be, but it is also
very clever. As a salesman it is out on its own and its most saleable
commodity is self-love."

He returned to the theme of language as an obscurer of reality, saying,
"American leaders use it to anesthetize the public. It's a
scintillating stratagem," Mr. Pinter said. "Language is actually
employed to keep thought at bay. The words 'the American people'
provide a truly voluptuous cushion of reassurance. You don't need to
think. Just lie back on the cushion. The cushion may be suffocating
your intelligence and your critical faculties but it's very
comfortable."

Mr. Pinter ended with saying, "It is the duty of the writer to hold an
image up to scrutiny, and the duty of citizens to define the real truth
of our lives and our societies. If such a determination is not embodied
in our political vision, we have no hope of restoring what is so nearly
lost to us - the dignity of man".

Monday, November 28, 2005

No speaky the semaphore?



For all you non nautical folk go clickity around about here for a bit of guidance.
I warn you now, it will not enlighten your day in the slightest.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Ne me quitte pas!

Aujourd'hui, j'ai decidé écrire en francais, juste ainsi que j'aurais quelque chose a faire. D'accord, maintenent je serai le premier pour admitter que mon francais ne peut pas etre les plus mieux dans le monde, mais je m'en foute!
Les derniers couples des jours n'avait pas été trés excité, pas du tout, qouique j'ai passe mon premiere 'thanksgiving' a chez amies - ok, je changerai mon cerveau, pas tout les jours etait merde, jeudi soir que deviens vendredi matin c'etais un bonheur parce que nous avons mangé 'lobster tail', dinde peut aller et contracter bird flu! Aussi, nous nous sommes devenu complètement munted!
Rien a plus s'est produit, excepté j'entends parler de Gary Glitter est être arrêter en prison au Vietnamme, c'est mervellieux! Le Grande Pervers - il ne peut pas arreter mettre tes mains sur les jeunes fils et garçons. 'Do you wanna be in my gang bang?' Je n'pense pas Glitter.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Burning on gasoline

Last night: Audioslave gig at Long Beach Arena.
What an awesome night, thankfully they didn't play a huge amount from their latest album. Not because it's rubbish, just because I'm not particularly au fait with it. One thing really grinds my gears - apart from not being able to find the droids I'm looking for - is being at a concert where I do not know the songs, unless they truly rock it can be a little dull.
Dull it wasn't, the set was blistering! For the encore Chris Cornell came and did an acoustic set, starting with Black Hole Sun, beautiful, and ending with Redemption Song, the guy is mellowing. The last two tunes were some full on Rage Against the Machine Tracks; Killing in The Name and, er, crap I forget the last one - a lesser known one of their's. Nil Desperandum.
We were up in the seats on the side (I know, getting old much!) but as soon as the Rage tracks kicked in I soooo wanted to be in the little pockets of mosh that just appeared in the standing area.
Also, noticed how nobody holds up lighters at gigs anymore; A) because no one smokes anymore and B) they're all holding up mobile phones.
The drive there and back was a bore - but let's not dwell.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Lockdown at the YMCA

I tell you, going for a swim can be dangerous business. Last night I went for my bi-daily, fort-daily . . . hang on what do you say for every other day apart from every other day of course (brain of gooey cheese, Gromit!), so I trundled along for my swim at the YMCA which is situated directly behind our monolith of daily boredom or work. As I approached the building from a southerly direction the police were starting to corden off the area and the Y security guard, Moses, was locking up the gates fast! Why? Well, there was a loon with a gun running around the area, apparently he'd shot 2 people and deaded them too on the street near the post office, which is basically round the corner from us, or one block East as they do be saying in these lands. Anyway, about an hour or so after I'd completed my laps I exited the changing room (there was showering and donning ones attire in the middle there, but it's not vital to the story) to discover they hadn't found the guy, didn't have an f-ing clue as to his appearance and were not letting people out of the Y. Yeesh - LA finest were on the case. So I had to hang around for about 30 mins until people were eventually allowed to depart, but only if going West, and only 10 at a time - safety in numbers, you can't gets us all at once fucker! I got out quick, there's only so long I can bare being in a building with cheap halogen lighting.
Least I've now got my LA gun story . . . of sorts.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Balls to the wall!

Laughed my ass of last night listening to this old Metal song from the 80's. The song is 'You Son of a Bitch' by germanic group Accept. They're very metal!
It's classic, Udo Dirkschneider's (what a bitch ass name) vocals are awesome, they really make no major sense at all and his pitch changes almost every word, hi low hi low. Fantastic!
I think the guy just got in the studio and ranted. Favourite bit is at the end: 'Listen to what I think of you' followed by a tremendously well thought out abusive attack. The track then ends with a 50 second guitar solo fade out, and not a great solo to boot.
Teutonic überRock at it's . . . ? you decide.

You make the stars
Illusions and dreams
You’re what you are
D’you know what I mean

I hear you clear
See in your eyes
Lying to please
It pleases to lie

You say it’s your way
You say we’ll make it
Right to the top
Your bullshit gets me
What have you got

I don’t believe
A word you say
You make me laugh
Get outta my way

You say it’s your way
Now listen to what I think of you:

Son of a bitch
Kiss my ass
Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch
You asshole
Son of a bitch
Cock suckin’ motherfucker
I was right - take this: uuaah

Son of a bitch, ...

Cut you three times below the ass to short to shit
Two timing son of a dog


Still not sure if they were bigger than Hasselhoff - but hey, who is?

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Navel Gazing

Spent the day Navel gazing; found belly button fluff.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

You askin?

Have decided today that skin is good! It's damn useful and tasty in many situations, but not all. Now, before some of you get up in arms that my Blog is turning all porno . . . it isn't. I couldn't write anything erotic if my dick was in blender (see what I mean).
I'm not just talking about our own, human skin, oh no, I'm talking about the OTHER type. A lot of you may not (when I say a lot, I'm refering to the 2 people who may or may not even read this nonsense.) agree. I digress, so skin, what was I saying. Okay skin can be good, as in chicken skin, skin on custard, skin on rice pudding but not, and I repeat not and add never, skin on gravy! Just wrong.
Anyone have any other skin likes or dislikes - lemme know. Or don't, hey that's the beauty of choice!

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Buena Vista

This is a view from my workspace - or office as they're more readily known. But I don't like the word office, it sounds too work like, and that just sends shivers down my spine. It's a fairly pleasant vista over Sunset Boulevard - still trying to figue out why it's named that? Any bright idea's, anyone?


Monday, November 14, 2005

Please, be gentle, it's my first time

Woo yeah, I got my very first LA parking ticket yesterday. I have been officially welcomed by the state and deemed worthy to receive such a high and prestigious accolade. Such honour.
I thought I'd had it easy for the last 7 weeks, not one traffic violation to my name. I'd been told by countless people - which I once counted to be 3 - that I'd definitely get a ticket, you're in LA. It's as Californian as Sushi, Yoga and Assholes! All of which are native to this state. Well one out of three ain't bad.
They really don't make it easy for you to park anywhere here, only went to the movies (saw Jarhead, a movie about the Iraq war in the early nineties, as boring and pointless as the war itself!) came out, ate some Mexican (all those with dirty minds, kindly leave the blog) and hey presto, instant fine. Well that's just fine, I thought. Still, looking back at the parking signs, I can't fathom why I couldn't park where I did - but I was in violation of section 8058L. OK I admit it, you got me occifer!
Least I now know what the glove box is for.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Warning: snowboarding terms may be utilised

Callin all boarders.
Check dis sweet trailer y'all!
Sick!

Click me! then click on watch video!

Fo'shiz!

Friday, October 28, 2005

My only vice . . . of sorts!


I'm getting addicted to these things - and it would seem I'm not the only one. There are legions of followers, all hailing the cup, sprinkled throughout the internet. Strange how a sweet/candy/lolly could really draw you in so much. But believe me if you wish to stay wafer thin and retain your original tooth enamel, do not even sample a smidgeon as you'll be forever under their spell.
Shame there's so many 24hr places here in LA, coz when you've got the craving nothing will stop you. When I say you, I mean me.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Breaking the waves



I think the surfing lessons are really coming along.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

FACT

I cannot find decent cup of coffee in Los Angeles - may have to succumb and go to Starbucks . . .
noooooooooooooooooooooo

Friday, October 07, 2005

If music be the food of love . . .

. . . lick that guitar!

Witnessed Sigur Ros in concert last night at the Hollywood Bowl (that's in Hollywood btw). Pure Gorgeous. Now I have to let it be known that I've never heard of these guys before, what how come?! I actually don't have the answer, I simply do not know. They just passed me by. Sorry. They're apparently pretty huge in the UK (not their native land, no that would be Iceland) Anyway I'm glad to have made their musical acquaintance. They had depth, layering, texture, bags of emotion, resonance and the lead singer had the voice of a tortured eunuch! Sorrowful and high. A far more screwed up Scandi version of Thom York.
Couldn't understand an single word of it but didn't care, I actually don't want to now what he's singing about, probably broken hearts and bad plumbing.
I must now lose myself in all their albums . . . oh yeah, the Hollywood Bowl is nice too.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

This one's a doozy

It must've been the jetlag, but I missed a trick on my last entry. Okay, I reassessed the Hollywood sign and I as I said previously I can see the top part of the "H" from my bathroom but I can see all of the "OLLY" bit, which means due to natural obstruction I literally can't see the "WOOD" for the tree's! Oh, come it's not that bad . . . well it seemed funnier in my head.
That's worrying.
Had a stroll around Downtown yesterday which is very New York-esque, there was plenty of filming going on everywhere. I think I was the most famous person around though - no seriously!
Hung around Japan town or Little Tokyo as it's known, it's close to where I'll be living for a while so I will frequent it. Nice and relaxed, I can't shake that part off yet.
Went to a party in Beverly Hills on Weds night . . . thank god they had alcohol. Lotta people seem to OD on BS. Good job I just had my BS filter unclogged.
Going to try surfing on Sunday.
End.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

California here I am!

Land of the brave, home of the free, world of the weird!
Yup, I now find myself set adrfit in sprawling Los Angeles, the City of Angels where I'm sure everyone is playing an angle.
Wellington to here is one oddball contrast, I was really enjoying living a relaxing, chilled paced life in New Zealand and now have to do a 180 flip into a place whose sole purpose is for automobiles, forget the film industry, fast food and muscle gyms, it's all about the car, and it's freakin the uck out of me and f-!
I've been here roughly 24 hours and was told on arrival that "Hey it hasn't rained here, since, like, February!" and guess what woke me up this morning? Oh well done, yes a big clap of thunder and rain! Liars everywhere.
In all it's been quite overwhelming, but the jetlag doesn't help none.
Staying in a hotel in Hollywood and from my bathroom window I can see the top half of the "H" and the "OLL" part of the sign, magic. Had a coffee in a local diner where I got chatting to this guy, Marvin, who was a cross between Woody Allen and Barton Fink - nice guy, he bought me my coffee coz i was new in town. I like that.
Now it's midday on Tuesday and I'm in yet another cafe, with WIFI access typing this nonsense on my lapdog, situated across the road from the Church of Scientology, Celebrity Centre, sorry Center. Mindhead anyone?
And for the record; I'm miss New Zealand, I mean, I miss New Zealand.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Bottom of the world looking down on a crater




Yep, it's another "I've been snowboarding in New Zealand entry", man I'm starting to bore myself! At least this one is slightly different because while riding the High Noon T-bar (ergh) I thought I'd take a wee hike up to the summit of Mt Ruapehu. I'd like to prove my fitness by saying I sweated my B'locks off. It was worth every heavy legged step because the view was tremendous! Saw for miles or kilometres depending on your measurement scale preference. You would be forgiven into thinking that the body of water behind me is a puddle, no no no, it is a crater lake, hmmm yes. I'm effectively standing on an active volcano - it could blow at any minute, by judging by the stillness of the surface tension I think I was pretty safe. As I reached the top I was expecting to find either a megalomaniacs' evil layer or a Starbucks, wait, they're the same thing aren't they.

The next picture is of me and two Japanese guys I met in Rotorua - that's me in the middle - we had a day out to see and smell some thermal wonders at the Thermal Wonderland. Aptly named I thought.
The bottom picture is the lake where they bottle all the washing up liquid for worldwide export.
Well it is a very clean country.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

It's all the rage

Even though New Zealand was the last country on the planet, Earth, to be settled by us human types but the first to take on a full democracy, it is still a little slow on the uptake on other issues. For instance, Road Rage, a phrase coined what, 5, 8 maybe 10 years ago in the UK, has just started to hit the news in a big way over here. It's all there, attacks on drivers with hammers, crazy chases, rocks thrown off an overpass . . . so what's next on the global catch up list? Well, I've heard that at the end of this year the country's going to go all out and party like it's 1999.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Spam Spamity Spam

It seems nowhere is safe from junk mail. I got spammed in my comments box on my own blog . . . what's that all about!
Who the bleep are these people who go fishing by dropping random pieces of shit in mail boxes electronic or otherwise. I only assume that there are some morons out there who actually get hooked into the lifetime offer of the day, this has to be the sole reason why it continues. All these people should be shot or have all their finger/toenails painfully removed.
It's like the Gideons leaving bibles in hotels.
Stop.