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Friday, June 30, 2000 00:42 A few days ago I saw Felicia's Journey, a film directed by (Canadian) Atom Egoyan, who is probably my favourite director, side by side with Almodovar. Felicia's Journey is a film where innocence is lost in slow-motion. It's a very spooky thing and you get to taste every bit of the process. As usual in Egoyan's films the relationships are seen from a very subtle angle and a lot of tension builds up between the lines. It sharpens your perception. Meanwhile a lot of people I know are going for the ultimate kick, for that one experience that may pale down all the others. Hmmm. In my case I am numb enough as it is. And I am after sharpening, not blunting. I am probably going to think some more about this. link | |
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Thursday, June 29, 2000 07:33 Let's see if I can still remember: A few people and me were helping a friend do some improvements to her mom's house. Something between a good spring cleaning and a radical remodelling. Later on I come by and a big and notice a sign ouside in the lawn with the names of all us who helped. Dinner was taking place. Formal long table and everything. I was invited to join and as I did I noticed there was tension in the air: her mom was in pain. She felt that we had taken over her home. Se was an older woman being ruthlessly replaced by a younger generation. Her name was not even mentioned outside on the sign. We had proclaimed ownership because of the effort we had made. In the dream there was the memory of another dream with a similar story and the realisation of the similarity made both stories richer and more meaningful. I can't recall the second story though. Oh well. link | |
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Tuesday, June 27, 2000 08:53 Malignantly addictive David Foster Wallace on TV-watching: ...talking about television as if it were an entity can easily slip into the worst sort of anti-TV paranoia, treating TV as some autonomous diabolical corrupter of personal agency and community gumption ... but the analogy between television and liquor is best, I think. Watching TV can become malignantly addictive ... and by 'malignant' and 'addictive' I again do not mean evil or hypnotizing. An activity is addictive if one's relationship to it lies on that downward-sloping continuum between liking it a little too much and really needing it. Many addictions, from exercise to letter-writing, are pretty benign. But something is malignantly addictive if (1) it causes real problems for the addict, and (2) it offers itself as a relief from the very problems it causes*.Welcome to Tuvalu (population 10.000)  nothing but .tv Tuvalu, a group of nine islands in the Pacific, is home of the .TV domain. Domain registration using common dictionary words is now available by auction starting from U$ 5000,00 (U$ 100.000,00 for Net.tv or China.tv). The exclusive registrar is a company called dotTV, run by a few former (broadcast) tv execs and with the island itself as a "significant" minority shareholder. It seems that .TV will bring Tuvalu a minimum of U$ 4 million a year, for the next 10 years. Are 'virtual resources' mentioned in world fact books? Old TV Meanwhile, MTV Brasil (now celebrating its 10th anniversary) is showing its 6th RockGol, a football tounament between the local bands. Participants include world-famous Sepultura, who just lost 4-2 to Claudinho Buchecha / Os Morenos (until now unknown to me) . link | |
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Saturday, June 24, 2000 09:43 The witch In Bell, Book and Candle (1958), one of my old favourites, Kim Novak and Jack Lemon play modern-day brother and sister witches in the cool New York of the fifties. While Novak is busy enchanting Jimmy Stewart by means of her cat Pyewacket, Lemmon plays bongo in an underground cafe and uses his powers to switch off the street lights as he walks home, drunk, late at night. For the fun. (Movies have definitely changed - but instead of wondering about Hollywood's lost innocence it may be a better idea to go investigate my own. I'll rent the movie and find out.) The switch Interested in the issues it may arise, Danish artist Jakob Jakobsen installed a single public light switch to allows citizens to switch on and off a whole street in the Danish town of Vejle. link | |
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Friday, June 23, 2000 22:15 The neighbours "they were making the sign of the double backed armadillo"excerpts from neighbor-sex, the journal of a guy with very thin walls and very busy neighbours. link | |
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09:08 Feedback round #1 Some remarks/critics to the late night pool I have received in the last few days: > The page is too heavy / it takes too long to loadIf you too suffer from these or any other symptoms or if you noticed anything else worth mentioning, just shoot. link | |
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Tuesday, June 20, 2000 12:18 "If arrogance is a blessing a holy city we got" from the big-headed Nike campaign, all over Amsterdam link | |
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11:57 Build what you need For years I have been blabbering to friends about an imaginary floating pool where one could swim late at night, not in a queue and not in a hurry (queues and hurry are unavoidable in the existing, overpopulated Amsterdam pools). A pool with added media lanes, with a built-in media infrastructure. Some months ago, the lack of such an introspective place made me decide to build my own pool. That's the original inspiration for this weblog. For my surprise, I was told a few weeks ago that a pool was going to be built in the IJ. Yesterday I contacted Kees van Ruyen, manager of the IJ-Oevers project, about adding a media-project to the new swimming pool that may be one of the items of the new Amsterdam waterfront. Mr. van Ruyen sounded very open and referred me to the manager of that specific project. I am now very curious as to how the contact will develop. link | |
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11:19 A melão is not a meloa Solving the issue discussed on last weeks's post, here's some information provided by Paulo Rumor, a Portuguese friend, during dinner last Sunday: •Melão: bigger and with a yellow skin link | |
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10:26 the sun is shining slowly / the birds are flying so low Laurie Anderson's "Example#22"  Amsterdam has now its third scorching day in a row. We like it, we hate it, we're definitely not prepared for it. Last Sunday, during a visit to Artis (the Amsterdam Zoo), we got to see all the animals literally down: birds laying on the ground with spread wings and open beaks, penguins and polar bears motionless with a perplexed look and the monkees and chimpanzees just not in the mood. (Thinking back, the reptiles seemed to be pretty happy - but how could you tell? Biking this morning to the studio and thinking: according to the Kinsey reportCole Porter's "Too Darn Hot" Does anyone know a good lyrics server? Coudn't find these lyrics anywhere. link | |
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Friday, June 16, 2000 14:29 It's summer (for now)  Yesterday's lunch on the roof (sort of) of the Oude Braak studio. The door to the right leads to the kitchen/corridor. Present: Isabelle, Gabrielle, Stefan, Rogério, Parma Ham, Mozzarella, Red Wine, Bread, Water w/ spices link | |
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Wednesday, June 14, 2000 11:54 Believe it or not Is it a conceptual joke? Decide for yourself: the site - closed for vacations - of the Dutch travel agent Neckermann. On the same line: it often amazes Brazilians travelling through Portugal to find restaurants actually closed for lunch. It's true. You see, both countries speak the same language - they differ pretty much the same way British and American english do - but the Portuguese use it in a remarkably literal way. The resulting dialogs between people from both countries can be downright bizarre. Attempt of translating a little restaurant story I was told by a Brazilian museum curator visiting Lisboa: (examining the menu)That's when she decided to order something else. * All words in Portuguese are either masculine or feminine. In Brazil: melão is the word used for melon (masculine). Meloa would be the logical choice for a feminine version, unknown to the Brazilian people. link | |
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Tuesday, June 13, 2000 01:13 Rietveld naar de Beurs Visited today the Rietveld market - the most famous Dutch art academy holds a yearly market in the monumental Beurs van Berlage at the Damrak. I was quite impressed by the work of Volker Licht: white tiles printed with collected text fragments of dreams. The text is also white and therefore very subtle, volatile to the eye. Next: Zwijger Meeting to discuss a preliminary project for the Zwijger, an ultra-connected cultural warehouse to be opened in 2003 with the support of several Amsterdam cultural institutions. The group was quite diverse and the meeting productive. Our mission - should we accept it - is to come up with a good plan for a Zwijger-event to take place on a temporary location in the KNSM Eiland at the end of this year. Next: Gladiator link | |
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Sunday, June 11, 2000 13:04 Woke up from long long hours in bed. Leftover bits of a dream still hanging in my mind. I was living in a huge, different building or my building was just renovated beyond recognition; I was on the lift with many people I didn't know; the lift had recently-added nameplates next to each floor number: the names of the people around me in teh lift. Among them I saw the name of Martin Brink, a Danish friend I met in Hong Kong at the youth hostel; I look around the crowd of strangers in the lift to see which of them could be him; only good candidate seemed to be surrounded by his wife and many kids; baby cars being folded, baby bags being rearranged. I remembered Martin being the guy you expect to be forever single, forever travelling and studying. I asked myself how long had it been, where was I all this time. The lift was now a tram and I was aware that my floor/my stop was way gone, the corner I could see ahead was one several stops past my address. This was not my regular public transport; I was somewhere else and had to ask myself the best way to make it stop and couldn't count on speaking to the conductor (unknown language). I finally got off it, kind of skillfully jumping aside as the car (now more like a roller-coaster) continued moving. Across the street there was another stop, where I figured I'd find the same tram on its way back. What was the line number? Looking back to the car I dropped from I could glimpse the number 5 just before it disappeared from view. Another city, another dream I had to go reread Ballard's Concentration City: a short story of a boy living in a very densely built city and having recurring dreams of free space ("a contradiction in terms" according to his best friend and several concerned doctors). Unable to recover from the vision in his dreams he goes on an exploration journey by taking a westbound 'supersleeper' train for days in a row, in search of the city borders: 1st day: West 270°. Union 4,350 link | |
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Friday, June 09, 2000 22:31 Entry-in-an-entry Something I had added during the early stage of the late night pool. It disappeared by mistake while making some modifications but ended up stored in a backup file. It fits well the 100% summer weather of this Friday. Saturday, March 25 link | |
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Thursday, June 08, 2000 07:27 To rest and assemble From the meeting held last night to discuss new ideas for the studio: a. Mount zoom-out: relationships and the network around the Oude Braak note: 75% of us had never heard of Cat Power before. link | |
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06:51 Forecast "Scientists have detected a major solar flare erupting on the sun that could buffet Earth with a geomagnetic storm in the next two days. The blast of charged solar particles already is producing scattered radio blackouts but is not expected to significantly disrupt telecommunications or electrical power. It might generate a dramatic light show for midnight stargazers in the northern latitudes until early Saturday." link | |
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Sunday, June 04, 2000 12:20 Another nice and sunny day outside, the air full of polen waiting to creep into my eyes. How long will they last? (these days, my eyes) link | |
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09:50 Millions of times "The final molting or ecsydysis then ensues. The insect executes a series of abdominal contractions accompanied by twitchings and palpitations and by the secretion of a molting fluid that flows under the hard exo-skeleton. As an entomologist puts it, the whole body becomes a large secreting gland." From memeshift link | |
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Saturday, June 03, 2000 03:00 How does it grow?  A biology lesson that comes back to me at every period of transformation. This is how I remember it: Crustaceans have an exoskeleton: a hard articulated shell to protects their tender flesh. The skeleton can't grow. It has to be periodically abandoned so that the animal can increase in size. During the growth period - without the shell - crustaceans are very vulnerable to their predators. So they hide until the growing is complete, when a new skeleton will harden over the resized body.  To make this vulnerable phase as brief as possible, a lot of the chemical processes needed for growing will take place while the shell is still there. A silent, invisible preparation. When the skeleton is molted (shed) the animal's body will 'apply' all the latent transformation resources and a very rapid growth in size will take place. Only then a new skeleton will harden around it, literally making solid the results of that process. After every growth period there is an increased size and specialization of the brain and nervous system. Does it hurt? What do you think? link | |
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Friday, June 02, 2000 23:25 Change is in the air. Lots of plans and ideas seem to be coming together. A lot of energy is needed though. So I better sleep better. link | |
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