Friday, July 30, 2004
Orientation day: we ran from 8.30am-4PM with a 25 min lunch. My brain is totally fried. I didn't feel that well yesterday (allergies? cold? nerves?) and with Kiran and Roishan away in Auckland and Rory up at the in-laws as I started too early before school, I spent the night in the bardo, weirded-out, between lives, thinking "why this incarnation?" I was freaked, man. Then today, the highlights: the other student teachers look like a mixed bunch and quite fun (except the PE ones!) . And there are some oldies (yea). I know some Pakeha hate powhiris but I don't and the formal welcome on Aki Po Marae was a highlight for me as was finding that even though my timetable is packed I know have full free access to a university library. You see, I have the passion about autism that doesn't depend on a job. Free research resource, here I come. Kiran and Roishan get back tomorrow but I get to cuddle up with lovely Rory tonight and I'm reminded that Indians in India have massive beds that the whole family can bunk down in. Memories of Delhi, 1982....god, so long ago. I was the only one of the family in Tilak Nagar to sleep in a small single bed. See then I wasn't married, so....I'm a bit fried but I have this hunch about karma, destiny, the stars, god's will, etc: i.e. not everything is just the blow of the dice. So maybe it'll all work out...and Ikrek come back online coz I miss you....
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Well, I know he's important to the history of art n'all but he never really pressed my buttons. It seems a little cold, macho and frankly mr shankley quite daft. But there are some lyrical, more subtle earlier works that take my fancy such as the subversive mock-crucifixion, complete with attendant whores, of Burial of Casagemas and that glorious pack of outsiders, the Family of Saltimbanques (1903 and 1905 respectively, toots). The Drop Curtain for the Ballet Parade also has a certain Holly Hobby charm.
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Thanks Aurora. Well, the interview went 'ok.' We both can't figure out the 'modern nz interview'--human resource pods have highjacked the country. Kiran wasn't asked any questions relevant to her CV ('I see you've done this' or 'why did you move to Singapore?' etc) and instead was subjected to a formal list of questions. People just don't talk you in interviews anymore. Anyway, she has at least worked there before back in 80s. One Maori guy at the interview asked her very specific questions on the Treaty of Waitangi ("Do you know how many sections the Treaty has"?) a question I find bordering on the bizarre (and I ain't a redneck. Her answer: I respect the treaty and as a minority etc...) She has another interview on Tuesday with the Ministry of Social Development for a one year contract job. In this interview she will need to complete a 30-40 min exercise and no, she is not to be given any indication as to what this exercise will be? What's happened to good ole Kiwi commonsense and informality and where did all this poxy HR bullshit come from? A plague on it.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Pouring with rain here this morning. Horrible weather.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
Hey what is with Kelis? She's been missing interviews, not turning up for press conferences, skipping meetings. This tour is not going well.
Lovely morning here with the sun streaming through the window. You know, Wellington is a lovely city...
...wonder what the Chronicles of Riddick will be like? I know nothing about this film but I like the poster--very 70s SF, very Bruce Pennington.
Clear skies last night. Now why is the false cross larger than Crux? And why isn't the false cross a 'real' constellation instead of being part of Carina? I'd like to read a history of constellations.
I keep dipping into all these different poetry volumes, art history books, books on spirituality/dharma books, coffee-table books on soap operas (coronation street), magazines: dipping, browsing, grazing, not really reading. Very nice.
Friday, July 23, 2004
best to keep the vagaries turning over
don't they know how that wall looks through valance windows?
best not now sing the line about cliffs of Dover...
wind-tossed offerings to Crow
we aren't working, money's gone, nothing moving
motorcades in Crow's employ--summit sessions
now you turn from rushing mouths spied through plastic...
Crow is on your shoulder
you'll be sorry
Thursday, July 22, 2004
While we're on music if it costs about $150-300 for a night at the opera surely you'll want to see some pissing on stage?
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
And this morning I'm reading the TV guide and I see that the character I always thought was called 'Burger'--like how could you call someone Burger!--on Sex & the City is actually called 'Berger.' Duh.
Newton for beginners. William Rankin.
This is the first “introducing” book I’ve read that been written and illustrated by the same person. William Rankin does a fine job of pairing text with illustration and the mixture of old-looking prints and contemporary cartoon characters works delightfully well. The book is the most difficult of the ‘beginners’ books I’ve read as Rankin takes us into the Principia and explains the laws and how Newton arrived at them. There’s also substantial biographical information on Newton including details on his extensive alchemical pursuits, his Arianism and his writings on ancient history. Although this was a difficult read, I was left with a sense of Newton’s monumental achievements: especially when I was reminded that Uranus was discovered by using Newton’s laws to determine the mass and location of a body responsible for the irregularities of Neptune’s orbit. Wicked!
Monday, July 19, 2004
We all went and visited HR and Melissa yesterday afternoon. Melissa works at the The Correspondence School as an Art History teacher so we had a good chat about the current Art History syllabus—we still have the periods Renaissance, Modern Art and NZ Art. She didn't think Teach Coll was any good when she studied there ten years ago. You could complete all you need to learn in three months and they drag it out for a year simply to justify the fees. The worrying news is that the Correspondence School could be closed at ant time because the great weakness of the current government is education: chop, chop, restructure, chop! I groaned at the prospect of completing my training only to find myself competing with 500 recently made redundant experienced teachers in Wellington. What a laugh! And she also gave me a list of recommneded texts for secondary school English. Strange days.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
biography might interest Ikrek Hava if twin time ever gets
back from her summer holiday. "We're all going on a summer
holiday, no more working for a week or two..." Follow the bouncing
ball. Now everybody--
Friday, July 16, 2004
It's raining again. And I got into Teachers' College. I'll be learning to teach English, Art History and performing Arts (school plays). I opted for performing arts rather than Classics. I can't wait to teach Art History... and then I can work to create Asperger friendly schools.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
The intelligence was wrong? Excuse me, what the hell did you say? You mean not just the invasion but all those weapons inspectors, all that build-up, all the aggravation, all the DEAD AMERICAN TROOPS sent to depose a dictator acquiring weapons of mass destruction--all that was a mistake? Is it ok to lie to your own people and to your own troops? We suspected it at the time but to have it reported in black and white just shows you have totally cynical Bush and Blair are really. All this has been bullshit so the question remains "what's really happening?"
And "democracy is coming to the USA" (L. Cohen). Go senate, stick it to them!
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
My electives are English, Social Studies (including Art History) and Performing Arts. I am qualified, more than qualified really, to teach Classics but I've opted for stagecraft and acting. I had a good one-on-one discussion with an advisor on what to teach. Damn it, if I'm going to teach English then I'm also going to learn how to stage Beckett and Old Bill.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Monday, July 12, 2004
Interesting story I hadn't read until this morning about our Prime Minister doning a paua outfit in Australia. (Thanks Mahabhala).
Lovely view of Libra last night. This is such an easy constellation to learn and such a pleasure to the eyes: it actually looks like what it's supposed to be. And Zubenelgenubi aside for being a very easy star to spot has to be worst star to try to say as quickly as possible.
Fun for the whole family to enjoy! Yes, everyone here seems to like my choice of Phoebe wallpaper from Cassini.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Well you can forget all this silly counting nonsense. This glorious morning's mail included a rejection slip from Jaam for the latest batch of poems. So normal blogging is resumed. Hey, you all probably know that Bowie is recovering from heart surgery--but did you know that he'd been hit in the eye by a lollipop?
Friday, July 09, 2004
1. Sidestep any fantasies of 'The Imaginary.' Representation is all. As magick: not that you are here but by calling your name I summon you here. Not deferred at all but always arriving.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
I sent the poem 'Cheek' to the Listener. Bored shitless wet afternoon winter school holidays with the kids. On C4 I see that they are giving away the new re-issue of Diamond Dogs. Everything, just everything, about this seminal work is totally perfect: nothing adds up, the adaptions are all askew, Orwell blurred into Burroughs, a dream of a dream of story, the language is lush, broken, forgotten, a palimpsest, cut-up, irrational; the production has a feedback loop like a migraine coming in on a winter's morning, an aspirin taste, perhaps bourbon. Broken car park buildings, smashed windows of high-rises, an end to order: when I first heard this we'd shifted from the village into a rough council estate with rats, junkies, concrete floors. We talked of carrying knives to go to the library. We were on the telly: would you live here? This isn't cool it's torn and broken and really on its last legs. Why it is so often excluded from histories of SF beats me: "it's got all you ever wanted." I could never make out all the important words which were lost in translation because 'Candidate' and 'Sweet Thing' are broken English jargon. I'm sure it was after hearing this album that I wanted to write because I got the cut-up and I wanted the world to die and I wanted to survive. In other words I was 13-14. I played this so much I could stim by just playing it in my head when I walked around the playground. Or is it just me putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh that trails on a leash...
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Have you seen Donnie Darko? A wonderful film. There's a mystery or riddle for you to try to answer and the answers doesn't come easy. A brilliant script, great performances and a killer soundtrack--Tears for Fears have never sounded so good. The apocalypse must have a messenger, a chance of redemption, the selection of the elect and the end of time. I watched the DVD twice: my only regret is not seeing this on the big screen. A must see.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Have you seen the new image of Titan over at JPL? More please!
Saturday, July 03, 2004
There are times when all my confidence evaporates and I feel like a complete jerk: I don't listen enough, talk to much, fix on pet topics, become pendatic, never consider how others might see me or I send drunk, inarticulate messages to egroups. I'm in my own world really. That's when I'm crashing and just don't feel like I can talk to anybody and just wish I was different from how I am. This total loss of confidence--where does it come from and shall I ever be free of it? Oh well, at least Cassini is go.
Friday, July 02, 2004
UNCLE BRITTLEin our voiddeck egroup thinks so.
More good news from the poetry society. My good friend Wûlfræd won a commendation for his poem 'Home Economies.' There were six hundred and odd entries. Now we have a good excuse to go to the pub--not that we need one.
I'm going over to the Academy this morning as there's a chance that I might be able to get some work as a tutor in the Writing Programme. I'm looking for a 6pm-9pm tutorial slot that wont conflict with my studies at the Teachers College. It never rains but it pours.
Took the lads down South Karori road last night to look at the full moon through the binocs. I'm slowing learning Centaurus but it's such a massive constellation. We'd been down there about twenty minutes when this ute pulls up and a farmer asks "Have you seen any dogs mate?" God, you should have seen Roishan's face as he's scared of dogs. He went white in the moonlight. Later we heard a dog barking and a guy shouting at the top of his voice. I explained to Roishan that the farmer was looking after his sheep and was not worried about 'wild dogs' attacking him or his family. Shortly after we went home.
Finished Introducing Marquis de Sade by Stuart Hood and Graham Crowley. I'm not that impressed by the crudity of Graham Crowley's drawings given that when I read Justine (in English) I was struck by the rigid mathematics of Sade's spaces and his need for precise numbers. I remember reading a little of 120 days of Sodom in French when I was cramming for translation exam in Florida.
Got to go for that interview for the part-time job.....
Thursday, July 01, 2004
The Cassini probe will light its engine later today for the orbital insertion. As it speeds towards Saturn it crosses two rings. JPL's press release this morning makes it clear that this is no shoe-in. Fingers crossed.
Did anyone else notice the error in yesterday's Dominion Post? They published a lovely SF sketch of this exotic world, all blue clouds and what looked like a pool of water which a caption proclaiming that the Huygens probe will explore the surface of saturn. Er, that's Titan. Saturn is a gas giant and doesn't really have a surface as such. And what artist worth her salt would draw a Saturn without rings? (I think the liquid in the sketch is meant to be methane--there's a chance that Huygens will record Titan's weather including methane rain).