Level C position, Latrobe Uni in the new Creative Arts area they are setting up out there. Opportunity to build something new and get some runs on the board/kick some goals (yeah, OK, enough with the sporting metaphors). But is new program and there is some licence to invent so is a good opportunity. Details online.
The first major hypertext I made was the Chris Marker WWW archive. Written in Storyspace, exported to HTML. Marker is now in Second Life (I’m a fan, but I’m sad about that, it’s like he’s moving more and more to the inside of everything). You can do a tour with Marker of the work, which is seriously exciting.
I have just removed the following from an essay I’m writing on virtual video.
In classical film studies while there has been an overstated tension between montage (epitomised by Eisenstein and his copious writings) and the ‘realism’ of the long take (championed by cinema’s first major scholar, André Bazin) both have a basis in the problem of the edit. For the former the edit was seen as the basis of the cinema while Bazin’s realism had to respond precisely to the problem of the edit through various arguments of revelation and deferral. My point is that both positions implicitly require the recognition of the role of the cut, one embraces this as a productive essence (which of itself is a highly problematic essentialism dressed up as formalism) while the other wishes to defer the edit to a catholic inspired phenomenal realism. While Eisenstein’s position is easily understood in the light of the edit, the traditional notion of the long take and deep depth of field – Bazin’s basic legacy – can only make sense as a position by virtue of cinema’s immanent logic of being able to break shots into smaller but whole pieces and place them in variable new relations.
Nearly typed eBook then, god damned aPple. My neighbours have edited (and contributed to) a fantastic collection dedicated to the work of Greg Ulmer. It is available as a free pdf download (46MB). Illogic of Sense. the Gregory L. Ulmer Remix. It is an academic collection and an artist’s ebook, check it out.
I often (ok, very often) get pissed off. At lots of things. Minor, major, big small. I tend not to write about these things, or to use them, since it seems to me to be only reactionary and an act of ressentiment. Unproductive and reactive knowledge. While walking along Merri Creek thinking about this on a recent balmy evening I decided to explore this a bit more. That perhaps if I did actually write about some of what I think is poor, weak, stodgy or just plain crap that it might improve my writing, my thinking, and frankly my creativity (what I produce). The trick is not to spend time whining. It is to hit the nails on the head and use that to then say what ought to be said. I think what I’m worried about is just more or less complaining and not being able to move past that (and thinking that complaining is enough to fix it and to make it damned obvious why whatever I’m complaining about is worth complaining about and that, well, I’m just right damn it). Gawd, that was a brain dump there. If nothing else it should be a call to more intellectual honesty and rigour. Let’s see.
OK, finally cracked. Have added cycling as a category because I’m doing a lot of it and it is a passion. In a previous life I raced, preferably on the road, preferably uphill. A roadie in the vernacular. Long enough ago that the only person I knew of with clipless pedals with Greg Lemond, and the ‘auto’ shift gears would be sneered at as something that those who didn’t know how to ride a bike properly would use. Got a second hand road bike off ebay about a year ago, and am doing regular miles. The changes in technology I find amazing. My old bike would be worth, probably $5-6,000 if I tried to get to a similar standard of gear, however this bike is a fraction of that price but is lighter, and better quality, than what my old bike could ever have been. Simply through new production technologies and materials. But the change I’m still intrigued by is the popularity of the sport, particularly amongst 35+ males who are happy to spend quite a lot of money on a bike, kit themselves out in lycra, and do a few k’s early in the morning. In my day (insert sound of rocking chair) the only people who wore lycra on a road bike were racers, and the vast majority came to the sport through family connections. It is expensive, and most seemed to have a trade. Now professionals dominate this new breed of recreational road rider. They generally don’t race, though do participate in the mass rides, but it is just odd to find hundreds, scattered across multiple bunches, training along Beach Road on a Sunday morning. Cycling, the extreme sport for the 45 year old professional male?
While riding home from work a week or so ago I was out of my seat, accelerating to join (car) traffic when my chain snapped. Down I went. Thump. Computer survived (there you go Apple, advertisement for your aluminium PowerBooks). Deep bruises in a few places, a cut knee but came out of it surprisingly well, particularly since I went straight over the bars. Broken collarbone, concussion, deep cuts, being run over by the van that was behind me were all quite actual possibilities. So counting my blessings. Front wheel is buggered. Currently looking at a new wheelset. And a new chain. Bit worried about my forks now, they’re carbon fibre and could have got damaged in the fall, but without recourse to some sort of x-ray there’s no way of knowing. I think I’ll be descending gently for a while.