Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Good For What Ails You

I first felt it the other day, a slight tingling in the back of my throat and thought nothing of it, but now I'm sure it's turning into something; I can feel it. Seems to be going around lately, they always do. I must have caught it from someone, their tiny micro-organisms fancy me as a new home. I don't think I like that idea. My body doesn't seem to like it either.

Feeling a bit run down today, tired and lethargic, have been all day and a little sick in the stomach since coffee this morning. I almost fell asleep in the bath earlier while trying to read. I only got through half a chapter before giving up.

I've been living without a TV for a few weeks now. I got my old one back the other day, but have only just set it up in my room. It's very rare these days that there's a programme of any real worth on television. I think I've been doing quite fine without it, although perhaps I'll watch a bit of Letterman tonight while lying sick in bed.


The Old Television Set

HAL 9000, IBM and the year 2001

Late last night I found myself watching 2001: A Space Odyssey. I'd seen all my other movies several times over, although it's not like I haven't seen 2001 a few times, but hadn't seen it in a while, so I thought I might take another viewing.

I remember two years ago, back in the early days of the year 2001, I heard that A Space Odyssey was going to be re-released in Australian cinemas. I was really excited that I would be able to experience it in the medium it was intended. I was planning to go with a friend of mine when it came out in Brisbane, but it never did. Towards the end of the year, I read something in a magazine saying that it had been released that year, but only to a limited number of cinemas in Melbourne or wherever. I guess I'll have to be content with DVD for now.

Also I think I was a little disappointed that the year 2001 had come and gone and that mankind was still squabbling around here on earth. There were no manned space flights to Jupiter, IBM had not developed an ultra-reliable, super-intelligent, computer brain capable of self-aware, conscious thought. The next stage in human evolution it seemed was further away than Stanley Kubrick imagined.


2001: A Space Odyssey

Monday, August 30, 2004

The Whale

Subdued the stresses and strains of social existence, at least for a little while, by escaping to the bath to read a little more, like Moby-Dick's Ishmael escaping to the wide ocean. I'm enjoying the very brief chapters of the book, finding that it keeps the scenes and ideas separated and easily distinguishable and prevents the mind from wandering.

On Wednesday I think I'll start work on writing my radio play, which reminds me, I must see if I can get my hands on some old Goon Show episodes for a little inspiration.

I read something about computer input and output a little earlier and after my bath, thought that it almost, in a way, resembled my mind. I experience various sensations as input, which swirl around my head and mix with all the stuff that's already in there. Then, that pool of thought gives rise to certain impulses, which become sounds from my mouth, actions in my body, or words on the page. It's somehow different though; unlike most computer functions, providing the same imput does not produce the same output. Every past experience, no matter how small, carries with it the potential to vastly influence subsequent actions. Like a lone butterfly flapping its wings in the dark corners of the mind, perceptions from the past reside as patters in my head, often hidden, each ready to someday reign once more.

Alright, enough of that. My stomach is telling me that it's hungry in various grumbles and groans. Perhaps I should listen.


Moby-Dick

The Plant on the Window Sill at Work

A few weeks ago I was thinking about getting one of those indoor plants to put on my desk at work. I don't really know why, something to do I guess, although my desk is pretty cluttered as it is. Anyway, I decided in the end not to buy a plant, but then the other day I noticed while coming in to work, a little plant in a glass of water on the window sill opposite from my desk. I recognised it as the old, slightly withered plant that used to be down at the other end of the hall. I hadn't really paid too much attention to it before, but obviously it wasn't getting enough light where it was. It seemed much happier in its new residence. I wonder who moved it?

It was a pretty standard work day, with nothing much out of the ordinary happening. I went to the shops down the road for lunch and only realised that I had forgotten my book after I had already driven out the gates. After work however I had a book to take back to the library. The library was closed, but I put the book in the after hours returns box and went over to the park to read some more of Moby-Dick. Interesting read so far.


Plant on window sill

Midnight Shower and Stuff

My hair is still wet from the much needed midnight shower I just took. No one was online tonight and I didn't feel like chatting anyway; it's very rarely that I actually do. No one really has anything of much worth to say anyway. I thought about reading for a bit, but I think reading is better done away from technology and other distractions. Books are the ultimate portable entertainment, no batteries required. I'll read a bit tomorrow on my lunch break maybe.

So I ended up watching the rest of Dead Man Walking that I started to watch the other day. An interesting movie with great performances by Sean Penn and Susan Sarandon, nicely written story as well.

One thing I noticed while at the movies this afternoon that I forgot to mention earlier, was the fact that every movie trailer these days is essentially the same, a single voice over describing the movie's background then a fast sequence of images leading up to a climax, then the credits, then a quick shot at the end with a tag line or joke. Is it a single company that does all these? Have they done research that shows this format fills the most seats? I think its getting quite old, almost clich├ęd; makes me not want to see the movie. I'd like to see a return to the style of Kubrick's good old trailers. A little creativity is not too much to ask, even if it is just the trailer.

Should probably be getting to bed soon, not really tired though. Maybe I'll try to read a bit.


Susan and Sean

Sunday, August 29, 2004

The Life and Death of Peter Sellers

Just came home from the seeing The Life and Death of Peter Sellers not long ago. Chantal dropped around to pick up a few DVDs that had to go back to the video store, but now she's gone.

Geoffrey Rush was on The Panel a few weeks ago promoting his new film. I remember he came to our high school back when I was in grade 11, because as it happens, it was his high school as well when he was growing up. In fact he used to live just a few houses up from me, apparently. This was of course all a long time before I had even been born.

I liked the movie and could really relate to the Peter Sellers character. I'm thinking of perhaps putting together a radio play; that might be a laugh.


Geoffrey Rush as Peter Sellers as James Bond

A New Hope

I think the ants are beginning to take over the house. It's only just getting on to summer time and they're already all over the place. It seems no matter what we try, they keep coming back in even greater numbers. Perhaps they are evolving a resistance to our methods.

I stopped writing in my private journal a few months ago, so have no record other than my questionable memory as to the events that took place and my feelings on certain events. This weblog will act as an outlet for the trivial matters and events of my day to day life, which if not let out, I suspect would remain crawling like ants around my head forever.

Today I've just been racing cars with Dad online and playing a few songs. I'm planning on seeing "The Life and Death of Peter Sellers" later on.


The black ants are invading