Archive for April, 2009

Exciting news for film fans today as Twentieth Century Fox confirms rumours that Oliver Stone will direct Michael Douglas as Gordon Gekko in a sequel to his hit 1987 film Wall Street.

A true expression of the current economic climate? With Gekko at the helm? Or a further exploration of Gekko’s epic corruption? Will Sheen be back as a slightly less young and idealistic broker, now, ahem, broken into the ways of the world?

Who can tell. But hey, with Stone, you know it’s gonna be awesome.

Until next time…

The Department of Health and Ageing says it is aware of the recent outbreak of illness in Mexico which has killed at least 60 people and infected hundreds more.

[from here]

Wow. The DHA must be really good at becoming aware of things. How long has this been in the news? All they had to do was switch on the telly or pick up a paper.

So now we’re all going to die of pig flu. Not bird flu or SARS or AIDS. But Mexican pig flu. Hurrah.

Until next time…


Since the printing press, mankind’s embrace of the written word has spawned a sub-artistic endeavour as fascinating and complex as any other. Many, many hundreds of thousands of people have spent a great deal of time and effort developing the type-faces and fonts that we use every single day without a second thought.

The intricacies of what each little serif or stylisation means for the text that’s being presented is something beyond the comprehension of many. For myself, if composing something for presentation or publication, I usually spend quite a bit of time (probably too much) choosing just the right font for the right purpose.

There’s nothing that irritates me more than a badly chosen font.

My interest in typography, I’ll admit, is rudimentary and sporadic, but I can’t help but admire those who dedicate their lives to ensuring we have a wide range of stylised text to use every day. I’ve included the above poll to get an idea of how you stand on the various common typefaces. If there’s one you like that I haven’t included, drop it in the comments.

Until next time…

I don’t know if I’ve rambled about TED before, but if I haven’t then I definitely should.

The TED Talks are a series of lectures given once or twice a year at various locations around the United States. An enormous group of intellectuals, artists and scientists descend on these talks, and until very recently, were the only ones who knew about them. Getting into the TED seminars was a tedious and very expensive procedure, and having the money and the qualifications was certainly not easy. That was until a couple of years ago, when the nice folks at TED decided to film the talks, and put them up on the web on YouTube and as vodcasts.

TED now has an enormous internet following, and understandably. The talks topics as diverse as molecular and quantum physics, micro- and macroeconomic theory, poetry, musicology, neuroscience, space and its exploration, ecology, biology, comedy, magic and magicology and many, many more. For example, today on the train ride home I watched a presentation by Scott McCloud, a famous comic book artist, on how comics are perceived by the brain, and how technology is changing the way comic artists work. I followed that with a talk by Mythbuster Adam Savage on his recreation of a dodo skeleton and the Maltese Falcon using sculpting putty.

One of my dreams is to get into a TED conference one day, via legal or questionable means. But for now, I’m happy to have access to these amazing thinkers, speakers and ideas as portable and convenient files on my iPod or iPhone. There is a true sentience and sense of innovation to this technology that makes it completely appropriate that TED use it to its advantage.

In a kind of response to my post lastnight, this is the way in which technology, and in particular new media, can be used positively.

Until next time…

We live in an era of fear. Fear of violence. Fear of bloodshed. Fear of obscurity. Fear of falling behind. Our society places an enormous value on material belongings. The prevalence of advertising and our consumerist Western culture is testament to that. Furthermore, the fault of our dependence on government lies singlehandedly and unequivocally with the mass media.

The past decade has seen an unsurpassed level of technological and scientific advancement. This is paralleled by a shift in intellectual enquiry, geared towards the close observation and interrogation of governmental administration. George W. Bush, and his doctrine of fear – which finds its origins in his opportunistic reactions to the terrible and unforgettable September 11 attacks – have held sway over not only the American, but the international Western consciousness, for the majority of this last decade. The September 11 attacks were the catalyst for the formation of an environment of uncertainty and paranoia reminiscent of the milieu within which communism, nuclear hysteria, and fear thereof, were allowed to fester. The difference, in the modern age, lies in the power of the media, and the power of technology, to disseminate opinion and bias.

The advent of the blog, which, I feel, is a step in the direction of an overly biased, yet distinctly unmediated and unrestrained form of socio-political and cultural commentary – towards Habermas’ ideal public sphere – heralds a new era of citizen activism. People – ordinary, everyday folk – now have been granted a voice, irrespective of the amount of listeners, the magnitude of reception. All 20 million Australians have the opportunity, and (though it may take some work and money) the resources to make their stories, their opinions, and their ideas about their nation and their world, available for that world to see, read, reference and absorb.

Technology has made this cultural vacancy possible. The Internet, in all its anarchic glory, is the vehicle through which the multitude can be heard. Consider Iraq, that most war-torn and violence-ridden nation, whose inhabitants are reduced to statistics after car bombings and missile attacks. For years the plight of Iraqis was unknown and probably very consciously ignored by Western media recipients. With the advent of the Internet, we hear of the personal tragedy largely ignored by the Western mass media – suddenly there is a human face, and very human feelings, attached to this conflict. This is what our media – our citizen media – can achieve.

This state of fear in which we live – fear of terror; fear of violence; the humanist fear of death and loss of legacy – is in a sense overcome by the liberties of expression, the opportunities available to us by our technologies.

Until next time…

Blue State is an interesting little film. It’s short, by today’s standards, running at just under 90 minutes. It is overtly political, despite its attempts to cover it up with a road movie-cum-love story hybrid plot. It’s weak, in that it does not deeply explore the political concepts it could possibly unravel and truly criticise. It does not take us truly into the passion of a politically-minded relationship. Its road movie aspect is its best-executed feature, but, unless you’re Wim Wenders (whose visionary interpretation of the road movie precludes him from any criticism), the road movie is not a hard thing to make.

Blue State, though, has strength in its simplicity. The script is raw, but is focused around the dynamic between the two main characters, John (Breckin Meyer) and Chloe (Anna Paquin), who move to Canada in protest of Bush’s victory in the 2004 US Presidential Election. It’s this that grabbed me – the political aspect. I’m a sucker for anything dramatic with ‘US’ and ‘politics’ anywhere near it. The fact that a love story and road movie were woven in meant this could be a winner. And in its simplicity, it truly was. Two characters, one mission – what could possibly go wrong? Lies between the two principals add tension and conflict, not to mention some bizarre and darkly comic moments. Insecurity about their cause brings a confused melancholy to the tone that I wallowed in while watching.

Look – this is no Bob Roberts or American President (and it certainly isn’t a Paris, Texas or Duel, while we’re at it). What it is though is a retro-topical piece about the whimsical and sometimes impulsive nature of political activism, and cause for reevaluation about how one deals with one’s feelings towards the status quo. I give it three out of five – mainly for trying to say something about something – ANYTHING.

Until next time…

For those of you who don’t follow my tweets (SHAME), I spent the day in the Blue Mountains today, all by myself, and I had a wonderful time. I ran into a couple of people I knew, and many that I didn’t. I drank good coffee, ate good food, and brought some home with me. I also purchased Catch-22 (the printed book) and Withnail & I (the digitised discual version of the motion picture).

The most striking thing about my day was my little sojourn to Govetts Leap, a lookout which, usually, affords an amazing view across the Megalong Valley, and across to Victoria Falls, but, today, was shrouded by the heaviest fog I think I have ever seen.

I actually saw this fog roll in while I was in Blackheath. Yes – I saw the fog roll in, in a very literal sense. It’s the most bizarre phenomenon, and now I truly know the meaning of the word ‘roiling’, because that’s what the fog was doing.

The fog remained for much of my trip – to Blackheath, Katoomba, back to Leura and then it dissipated at about Woodford on my trip home.

Regardless, a grand day was had by all. Now, with a couple of drinks under my belt, I’m off to see Monsters vs. Aliens in 3D. Hurrah!

Until next time…