Category: Doodles

electronical music, blood & the horror of performace

daniel threw a party along the line of “electronic” in a loose way.

igentejpat fönster

consisting of ten acts or so, with a progression from performance into more melodic stuff and ending with 80s disco. i really dislike performances. i get this allergic reaction where my eyes start to water and my brain melting, and the only thought going through my mind is killmekillmekillme until i pass out from chock. this evenings grand act can only be described as an “artistic performace” if your approach to language is that of a necrophiliacs’ approach to a dead kitten – very, very wrong.

after this travesty (described by some in the audience as “the worst performance in the history of mankind and the universe”) there were guys with laptops doing blippity-bloppity sounds along with video projections. i like blippity-bloppety, so the rest of the evening was enjoyed in a dignified haze of beer and occasional cigarettes.

jan ler med solglasögon
the toilet sjunger lite
folk på elektronica-festen

towards the end “the toilet” had a show, you’ll notice him if you watch the video, which albeit one number too long was great fun. squirt us with blood sort of fun. then two guys dressed as “double dragon” from “double dragon of the computer game fame” did an 80s bit of music, the highlight of which was when the guy in the black leather jacket beat the guy in the red leather jacket over the head with midi drum-sticks. good show, mediocre music.

oh, and i included the bespecled image of jan only because i liked it. he’s off filming something or other, dilligently working his way to glory.

Intelligent drain music

A tale of two things I saw yesterday:
Drainpipe from bath makes IDM rhytms
It’s snowing just when I’m getting used to the whole global warming thing.

Now use up a bit more of that precious energy by watching the result:
Update 2012: Revver.com has folded and so has all the videos I hosted there

At the moment I’m reading ayn rands’ Atlas shrugged. I’m one fifth into this epic tome, and the main reason I’m going through it is because it’s one of those bestselling “classics”, and is widely hailed by those on the slightly right-ish scale of politics.

It reads like shit, honestly. All the characters that have appeared so far are either strong-willed, skilled and focused people or weaklings that simper about public good but have no balls to do anything. It reads like the rantings of a 13-year old that’s stumbled upon an op-ed by friedman for the first time and seen a quote of nietzsche in the bathroom stall, trying to sound like an adult.

I know I sounded like that. I wrote a flaming condemnation of Saddam Hussein at the time of the whole Kuwait intermezzo, comparing him to Hitler. I was 12 years old and was paraphrasing one newspaper or another – I would like to hope that I’ve matured somewhat since.

Then again, Ayn did state that she was writing a book to put flesh on her theories on objectivism. Basically, she’s an über-capitalist (there’s this retarded notion that the term “anarcho-capitalism” has any validity and should be used on objectivism. “Bah” I say), and this might be one of the redeeming qualities of the book – science fiction as a political manifesto. (Doesn’t come close to Ursula Le Guin, obviously)

As it goes: “keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”

The audio-book version is available at thepiratebay.org in case you feel like it.

Kids in the room next doora are playing Sims

The kids in the room next to mine are playing Sims, and evesdropping in on their excited shouts is great fun. Annas’ two kids and her brothers daughter are playing.

Some samples:

“My dude is going to kill your dude!”
“Don’t kill! Kissing is better than killing!”

“I want a boyfriend”
“Get albin”
“Nah, I wan’t to get someone I’m gonna dump right away”

“Oh, Eskil! You just pissed on the floor! Nasty!”

“Is your character a nurse?”
“Yeah”
“Ok, let’s have them talk!”
“Sure. Hey, maybe they’ll fall in love!”

“Look, they are having fun!”

This is heavy stuff, and here I am trying to concentrate on tomorrows essay exams. Oh well.

On the lock picking project

I just finished my MFA essay, in which I outline the idea I have for final work about lock picking. As it stands, I’m leaning towards either a presentation or a workshop on lock picking, but it just struck me that I could take a more direct approach.

Should I just be giving out lockpicks instead? Should I give out fake lockpicks? Jump on strangers in the middle of the street to give them lessons? Or just sit on a bench and pick a lock? Or only use locks as a backdrop for a talk om morals and the ethical imperative? Doesn’t anarchist theory belong here somewhere, In addition to my own personal interest in it?

I’m back on the caffeine pills btw. They seem to help. Let’s see if I can’t get the whole “life” thing sorted out in a day or two. After the examination (in which I will be told that I lack artistic references in the text, and that I should have put the bibliography at the end of the document, even though it’s only two or three items).

Oh ha ha

I should have finished my essay months ago. instead i’m frenetically clickety-clicking on the keyboard ten hours before deadline. Todays Ze Frank is on the money:Speaking of which. Look what I found!

I am writing my essay and my eyes are bleeding

Once I had set up the disposition of my MFA essay I though everything else would just be a case of filling in the gaps. Now I’m two days away from deadline with the essay in a mess, staring up at me with it’s small dead eyes, mocking me for the hubris I’ve displayed, taunting my futile efforts at being clever and rationally correct.

At the moment I have a hard time focusing. And I’m listening to “Don’t fear the reaper” to cheer me up. Bleh! Bleh I tells you! I’m being a whiny bitch, someone bring me soup!

Disposition of essay:


Introduction to essay
Short background

Work one: Flagburning
-Intention
-Production
-End result
-References
-Process analysis

Work two: Virtual Photography
-Intention
-Production
-End result
-References
-Process analysis

Work three: Lockpicking 101
-Intention
-Production
-End result
-References
-Process analysis

Analysis of my artistic practice:
Product.
-Failure thereof.
Project.
-Failure thereof.
Process
-An ongoing failure to perform.

From product to project
From project to process

ho-hum

I just spend ten minutes googling Piers Steel, a researcher who has published a formula of procrastination. meta-procrastination.

Had a brief chat with a guy from Pinstorm in Mumbay about some marketing things my dad is thinking about. First time I have a live conversation with someone in india I think. Neat.

I’m moving to a new host: mswmedia.com which is run by Matthew Selznik, who besides has the same first name as I (sort of) also has a “s” and “z” in his last name. How can that be not good? In no way, that’s how. Also, he’s written brave men run and podcasted the whole thing on podiobooks.com which I recommend you to check out.

Anyway, expect some downtime in a week or so when I try to move over this blog and all other content to another server and fuck things up horribly and beyond repair. Don’t know how well email is going to work in the meantime, so use mateusz.pozar@valand.gu.se why don’t you.

Prole : Intermission 1

I didn’t go to work today. the reason being that the pricetags that I was supposed to mount on every shelf and hanger hadn’t arrived yet. So I get a day off. Without pay. Oh, on Monday and Tuesday as well. Without pay. And this afternoon the contact person at the rent-a-slave company called to say that the last two weeks of my four week stint had been cancelled. So I’m not going to work then.

I’ve set aside four weeks in my quite stressful fulltime schedule to work a shit job to be able to pay the rent and buy wine. I’m not there for the benefit of my health or because I find it amusing.

This pisses me off no end. I can only imagine the poor fucks who have to work under these conditions month in and month out. Jesus fuck.

I’ll put together a video over the weekend never-the-less. If nothing else, celebrating the hangover I’m hoping to create.

Work, haircut, sci-fi

Got up early this morning in practice for the coming next four weeks when I’ll be joining the ranks of the proleratiat in getting up fucking 04:30 to haul ass to work. Not certain what it is I’ll be doing, but as far as I can make out I’ll be carrying things and perhaps stacking things as well.

The store in which I used to work during weekends or whenever one of the regulars was hung over sick moved, and will no longer have use of my services. As boring as that job could be at times, it was kinda sad to pick up my junk that’s collected there over the years. Like the nametag that I only used the first week or so.

I got a new haircut that isn’t supposed to look as fluffy as it does in the image. I like it. Nazi but in a good way. The barber that made it appearently cuts most rockabilly and such head in Gothenburg, although I’m sure it’s an exaggeration considering how many rockers and the like we saw just at the new years party at Krete.

Yet another test:

I am:

John Brunner

His best known works are dystopias — vivid realizations of the futures we want to avoid.

Which science fiction writer are you?