To be Diaryesque...

…for a while. I logged on to a favourite and very longstanding community website of mine tonight, only to find that in a few weeks it’s going to become a grotesque, twistedly commercial simulacrum of what it once was, and that has left me feeling somewhat pissed off and deflated. I can’t really link to it after what I’ve just said because of libel issues, but hell, why not.

On a related note, I feel like biting the hand that feeds, so for those of you who can see the tripod bollocks that’s recently appeared above the peripathetic title–bar above, does anyone fancy finding out exactly which URL has to be blocked to make it go away? I’ve tried and failed so far.

tags: [community] [money] [business]

Red Lake Shootings

The news is bad. Another high–school shooting. Another pointless waste of several young, and several older, lives. The teenager, 17 years old, killed himself afterwards. His livejournal. His presence on a Nazi website (and WARNING: yes, that site is a Nazi website so don’t click if you don’t want to see that stuff).

I don’t know what to report at the moment but I’m sure this story’s background and context will develop over days, weeks and months. I’ll be watching.

Update 28/3/05: The Smoking Gun has more on his net presence. Cryptome has some of his writings (very violent).

tags: [red lake] [weise] [guns] [school]

Gerry

This self-indulgent bilge is about — absolutely nothing!
— Rex Reed, New York Observer

Gus van Sant, director of Good Will Hunting and Elephant (which I also reviewed here) has recently departed from conventional filmmaking. Some people loved Elephant; some hated it. Hardly anyone dithered halfway. It’s the same with Gerry, a film in which two young friends hiking in the wilderness get lost, and stay lost, over a few days.

The camera barely moves: the two characters move across the shot, across the wilderness, looking for the path, looking for a remembered landmark or other, looking for the highway. They fail. There’s no water anywhere. Nights pass. They rarely speak. They get weaker. You, like them, think longingly of the car they appeared in at the start. You think of the comfort of a simple signboard. You fret.

It’s excruciatingly slow, and builds an agony of worry, strung–out panic, and a desire to run to your mummy’s arms and be told everything’s going to be alright. You feel the highly troubling alienation of being truly lost. Annoyingly, reviewers wax far too lyrical about films like this, using words like “existential” and “discourse”. Actually, this is just a feature–length representation of two people getting lost which very accurately replicates the associated feelings in the viewer and as such you will either want to see it or you won’t want to see it at all.

For my money (£15 for the DVD to be exact) it’s as true and beautiful a work of art as a haiku about a leaf, for example, and just as important and valid.

tags: [gerry] [film] [lost] [desert]

Always writing, but sometimes writing

If creative writing is birth, then blogging is The Pill — or at least, it is or has been to some writers! Interesting little snippet over at rodcorp about the phenomenon. (via MetaFilter)

The thread and novel are pretty bare, but to give you the general idea, here’s a quote from novelist William Gibson (whose blog is here):

I do know from doing it that [blogging’s] not something I can do when I’m actually working. ... If I expose things that interest or obsess me as I go along, there’d be no need to write the book. The sinews of narrative would never grow.

Myself, I find very much that if I blog ‘too much’ then I write less often than I’d like to. It’s not so much that I feel there’s no need for my kind of poetry when I’m blogging — and even less that I feel blogging is a close second to poetic development because it just isn’t.

Rather, I think that what makes most writers blog less when writing more, or write less when blogging more, is that blogging takes time. And writing takes time. And the necessary thinking before that writing — well, it usually takes a great deal of solitary introspective time. There are only 24 hours in a day, and people get tired, too.

That said, I don’t think that I’ve misplaced any of my poetic material here at peripathetic. I’ve been quite deliberately avoiding ‘writer’s notebook’ entries for the most part, precisely because I want to keep one particular set of creative batteries highly charged. And if I ever go quiet here for a long time and don’t give a specific reason, that’ll be because I’m writing.

tags: [blogging] [writing] [creativity]

A very big hole in the ground

Wow. That is one big hole. Clicking the photo takes you to a very much larger version (beware modem users). The website has more cool photos.

This gargantuan room is only a tiny part of the unimaginably large and complicated CERN installation underneath a part of Switzerland.

It’s not part of World War IV though, I promise you. In fact this room links to a big (understatement of the year!) underground ring through which lots of machinery curves. The ring and the caverns and the machines and the scientists all make up a scientific institute whose aim is to fly loads of particles really really fast around the ring, in the hope of doing complicated physics–type stuff. The 27–kilometre ring is the largest scientific instrument ever created.

From their website:

CERN is the European Organization for Nuclear Research, the world’s largest particle physics centre. Here physicists come to explore what matter is made of and what forces hold it together.

CERN exists primarily to provide them with the necessary tools. These are accelerators — which accelerate particles to almost the speed of light — and detectors, to make the particles visible.

So, there you are. More explanations here, and here. But really, the photo was just amazing. I hated physics at school, though.

Buildings in museums

Not content with collecting and storing beautiful objects or works of art, some museums actually own entire rooms. Usually from threatened houses, they are made structurally sound, taken apart, and put into store or reassembled inside the museum to be walked through or peeped into.

The photo above is of a French cloister in a monastery near Montpellier, France. Except that it’s actually in New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. The building it’s built around contains other cloisters, too. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen entire buildings moved into a completely different country, but it’s certainly the most impresssive example of the practice. All that stone. Phew!

The Museum’s website is a joy to use, and you will find your favourites — I particularly enjoyed the sections on Islamic Art and Modern Art.

tags: [architecture] [museums] [art]

A comparison of the Ists + a nice book

Gothamist is where it all started. I link to it enough, and did so in the previous post, so go there at once and have a browse if you want a read which truly reaches out into the current happenings in New York. There are snippets of arts, entertainment, film. There are restaurant reviews. There are regular recipes. There’s even a weather slot. This is the perfect example of the genuine outreach blog.

Next, I chose to check out Bostonist, which at only two months old is already doing quite a bit of its own outreach. There’s a regular music listing and some selected international news — Pontiff Watch Boston Edition as an example.

Seattlest (hmm, no –ist suffix) is more homely, with sports high on the agenda. It’s as old as Bostonist. There’s an offshoot, also, of the recent Gothamist–esque your–questions–answered feature: where to unleash your dog is the latest appearance. Food and drink are also honoured.

DCist is Washington’s stall in the stable. It’s been around for about 8 months. Its outlook is quite arty, techy and weathery also, but I have to confess that just as DC doesn’t do much for me as an ‘idea city’ — it seems sterile somehow — so DCist doesn’t succeed in making me think that I’d really want to go there. It does link to Club Whirled, what I think is a fictional blog (although maybe not, but it’s certainly a rollercoaster) about three gay men who live within a block of each other in DC, though. So it’s not all bad.

Chicagoist, an 8–month–old cheeky chappie of a blog, has what to my eyes is an ideal mix of film, urban outreach and the odd spot of sex: I loved this entry about a court decision that sperm is a gift, not a loan! They currently have a good entry on The Oscars, too.

Torontoist, born in October 2004, has the usual mix of shopping, food, news and urban outreach, and I like its concentration on arts and media of all kinds. Theatre and magazines get mentioned, including The Walrus which, despite its name, is a respectable arts title.

LA and San Francisco are also offshoots, but I’ll concentrate finally on Londonist which to my mind just doesn’t reach out enough into what’s happening there. Around since October 2004, it’s sadly more of a general blog with a London slant, rather than a London blog with a general embrace. Didn’t even post specifically on a London event, by the looks of things, until 2005. Not enough Londoncentric photos, either. But it’s a promising start and if it wasn’t an Ist, I’d be fond of it as it is.

So, that’s it. But I do want to mention one other thing: I was looking at Poets & Writers yesterday and it had a link to the lovely Vernacular Press, which has a line in lavish production and new writing. Anthropology of an Americal Girl is a book which, judging by the quality of the first chapter, I’d really like to explore further.

tags: [New York] [Boston] [Seattle] [DC] [Chicago] [Toronto] [LA] [SF] [London] [publishing]

Joy Zipper

Some news. Schism in the Anglican Communion is now on the cards. Apparently those men in robes meeting in Newry have decided that they cannot commune with the American and Canadian churches which continue down a more libertarian path. But only temporarily, you understand, so they can ‘consider their position’. Hmm. Somehow I don’t think they will reconsider. Although different pressures may be brought to bear — a desire to be whole on the one hand and a life in the 21st century on the other — so it’ll be interesting.

And just for future reference, the US may drop a couple of bombs on Iran later this year. May do. Don’t know.

And most importantly since it’s the weekend, I predict that Joy Zipper are going to get quite popular (although not outrageously so) when their forthcoming album adds to their already highly–pleasing output. We’ve had it for a year but they only get it in the US now. Heh. Via Gothamist.

tags: [gay marriage] [church] [gay] [music] [joy zipper]

The Gates may be ephemeral, but...

…hot gay sex in Central Park is forever! (NSFW)

The hanky code says orange is ‘anything goes’ after all. Heh. With only a few days to go, I’ll keep checking to see if there are any reports of how much sex actually went on there during the orange period. I bet it was more than usual. ;o)

By the way, the phrase ‘the orange period’ is all mine, because I got there first in defining it as the period during which New York’s Central Park played host to Christo & Jeanne–Claude’s Gates! Ooops, but that Creative Commons License says otherwise. Damn.

tags: [the gates] [central park] [sex] [gay]

Jason Kottke goes all self-sufficient reader-supported

In news that uncomfortably reminds me of the heading–for–meltdown days when I thought “Oh, I’ll just freelance. It’ll be okay” it emerges that Jason Kottke has given up his job to work on his blog fulltime.

Now, the man isn’t rich. He is very well–known… among bloggers. Kottke.org, the blog in question, is very well–known… among bloggers. And there lies the problem, because to support himself financially, he’s enlisting the financial support of bloggers to pay his bills.

They just won’t want to pay the $30 per head that he asks as a donation. Still a free, no–ads site, but you pay if you want. It’s a wonderful, ambitious recipe for disaster, in my opinion. And that’s why I hope people won’t pay.

Before anyone accuses me of being a heartless bastard, I’m not saying this because “he has the guts to go it alone and I don’t” or psychobabble like that. Let me just point out that the best blogs carry the unmistakable flavour of enthusiasm for a range of personal interests. That enthusiasm is heightened if you turn to your blog after a comparatively lacklustre day’s work.

If your passion becomes your way of earning a crust, it might work. But he needs money. Real big money. And very few people really have that hunger there, and it’s a hunger which is oft tested and proved by time, rather than grand first gestures.

So let’s wait and see, but I wish the man would at least get a part–time job or a few really flexible contracts. Or get wise for his own good. Le sigh.

tags: [blog] [blogging] [blogs] [work] [money] [micropatron] [micropayment]

Primates in robes. Hmm. How very gay.

Newry, here in Northern Ireland, is the meeting–place this week of the Primates Meeting 2005 — a gathering at which the chief ordained officials of the Anglican Communion will meet to discuss issues regarding homosexuality and the church.

If you’re gay or homophobic you’ll certainly be aware that in 2003, Gene Robinson was ordained as Bishop of New Hampshire by the Episcopal Church in the US. Outcry followed. Here in the UK, Jeffrey John was appointed as Bishop of Reading, but didn’t take up the post due to controversy.

Well, not just controversy. There was so much biblical fucking anger that a massive section of the Church worldwide finally threatened to walk away and take its congregations and clergy with it.

Why the fuss? Both men were gay.

So the Lambeth Commission was set up to report:

on the legal and theological implications flowing from the decisions of the Episcopal Church (USA) to appoint a priest in a committed same sex relationship as one of its bishops, and [...] specifically on [...] the ways in which provinces of the Anglican Communion may relate to one another in situations where the ecclesiastical authorities of one province feel unable to maintain the fullness of communion with another part of the Anglican Communion

After the Commission issued its report, its chairman Robin Eames, Primate of all Ireland, invited all the Primates to Newry to discuss everything. This is therefore big news for 2 reasons: they’re all meeting a few miles away from here, and what they’re talking about there will determine whether there will continue to be a single worldwide Anglican church in future. History in the making…

I think the Church should split over this issue. First, why have a single Communion eternally polluted by strife between 2 factions which can never reconcile with each other when you could have 2 independent happy Churches? Second, being a gay atheist, I have to confess that I see no reason why the future of any church of any kind should be desperately, artificially prolonged.

Now, I’m not crowing, and not jubilant: Christians will undoubtedly be very distressed over this, and for that they have my sympathy. But their institutions that exert their influence over a simply organic planet: as they crumble, let them crumble.

tags: [marriage] [gay marriage] [church] [gay]

How very not gay. At all

Via BoingBoing, I’ve encountered one of the strangest gay marriage stories ever:

On Friday, under a romantic drizzle in a muddy clearing in Compostela Valley province in Mindanao, Ka Andres and Ka Jose exchanged vows in a heavily guarded ceremony before local villagers, friends from the city and their comrades in arms.

They are considered the first homosexual couple in the New People's Army (NPA) who were wed by the Communist Party of the Philippines (CPP).

During the “wedding,” sponsors draped a sequined CPP flag around the couple’s shoulders. The flag was held in place by a long, beaded cord which also went around the couple and the sponsors — symbolizing that their marriage would be made stronger with the help of comrades and the masses.

Andres held a bullet, as did Jose and each other's hands. The bullets represented their “commitment in the armed struggle.”

So: gay, guerrillas, outcasts, terrorists to some in the world… not that I support brutal murderers or anything, but never let it be said that all gay people are nancy–boy pussies! Sheesh!

And by the way, MetaFilter comments are here. A full day after I got hold of this. Oh yeah!

tags: [gaymarriage] [guerrilla] [communism] [gay]

A decent America. — What?!

America’s House of Representatives has overwhelmingly voted in favour of a Bill which seeks to curb indecency by introducing massive fines. $500,000 a nipple, no kidding. But only on TV. Hmm. It doesn’t surprise me that they passed this Bill though — who’s going to even try to argue for ‘permissible indecency’ in front of one of the most conservative legislatures of the western world?

Up in Canada, however, they’re about to invoke the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms in making same–sex marriage fully legal. Woo! Way to go, mes amis!

tags: [decency] [breasts] [tv] [law] [canada] [gaymarriage] [marriage]

The Gates, differently

The Gates composite
Originally uploaded by peripathetic.

Well, overtaken by Gothamist’s superb satellite photo post of The Gates, I looked around on Flickr and made this rough collagey thing. Not that it’s much good itself, but I loved clicking through the photos on flickr and wandering through the park in my head. I caught something online, earlier, along the lines of “To properly appreciate The Gates, one must stroke one’s beard at least three times.” Heh!

So, yeah...

…I got this message today (and I consider posting it here fair use, especially since I’m naming the insanely talented Bryon Fear as the graphical artist and providing a link to the site, OUT, which it comes from). As you can see, it’s an anonymous card sent by an admirer. I’m all intrigued.

Anyone want to own up? ;o)

What a shit name

When I’m older my name is going to be seriously unappealing!

tags: [name] [baby] [peter] [pete]

Golden rivers in the trees

I’m relieved that, apart from coffee, my first proper post about the city of New York will be about its citizens and visitors looking at it in a new way by means of beauty. For tomorrow, the 12th of February, will see rivers of gold flow through the lower branches of the trees in Central Park.

Relief aside, it’s an amazing project. Created by Christo and Jeanne–Claude, the people who most famously wrapped the Reichstag in Berlin, The Gates in Central Park (which I’ve read a lot about on Gothamist) will span 23 miles of the park’s footpaths. Golden material will hang from the top of each ‘gate’, making it look like there’s shimmering warmth hovering in the branches of the trees. Quite something on a freezing winter day in a brown and grey park at the heart of one of the world’s great cities!

Aside from the obvious visual effects, what I like to call the ‘Christmas Decoration effect’ will happen: old places will be made rich and strange for a while, and when it’s all taken away, those places will be new and old at the same time. Hmm... the presence of an effect through its absence.

While it’s present, though, check out its blog, The Gates @ Central Park.

Update, 12th Feb: They’re unfurled.

tags: [new york] [central park] [park] [gates] [art] [sculpture] [christo]

To amplify?

Or not? The question, posed by James Fenton in this week’s Guardian Review (a books magazine, and one of the best ‘free’ offerings around) interests me. Do we want our actors to appear unassisted? I’d say yes. When I go to the theatre, I want the human–sized, attention–sized, attention–filled, intimate atmosphere of a theatre — hence no speakers needed. If I want amplified drama (and I often do) I turn to my DVD collection, or the cinema. It’s the same with music. However well–recorded your CD, however good your HiFi, you are listening to a layer of machinery between your ears and the musician and room (or hall, church, wherever). Classical music: I nearly always prefer a live performance. ‘Popular’ music: I nearly always prefer a CD.

If reading a gentle, readable, cultured poet (heh, and that’s not me, it’s James Fenton!) who’s writing about a subject dear to him isn’t enough for you, what about a Thing? Inspired by the Review’s photo of an amphitheatre, I remembered looking at the Third Reich in Ruins site (filled with photos of, and info about, the remaining architecture of Nazi Germany). Thingstätte (Thing arenas) were open–air arenas modelled on Roman amphitheatres.

In 1934 the Nazi Propaganda Ministry under Joseph Goebbels began a movement based on the “Blut und Boden” (Blood and Soil) ideology — the so–called “Thing” movement. A Thing was an ancient Nordic/Germanic gathering of the people, in an outdoor setting. The Nazi Thing gatherings were to be held in specially–constructed outdoor amphitheaters, called (in the singular) Thingplatz or Thingstätte. Here, the people would gather for Völkisch meetings and to view theater and propaganda presentations written especially for the Thing style. The Thing sites were to be built as much as possible in a natural setting, incorporating rocks, trees, water bodies, ruins, and hills of some historical or mythical significance.

Leaving the hateful ideology which led to these places completely aside, I think they are a superb marriage of landscape and architecture, although I react to them with the same sense of the sinister which this blogger (superb photos of the Heidelberg site) senses. Had any other country built them, they would be justly popular to this day and ideal for theatre, music or poetry. Hmm.

tags: [theatre] [music] [amplifier] [CD] [thing] [nazi]

Cookies

Yum. Except, in this case, these delicious treats cost $900 to the girls who made them. It happened like this: two teenage girls in Durango, Colorado decided that, instead of going to ‘a dance’ (how quaint) where there might be ‘drunkenness and cursing’ (again, how quaint) they’d rather stay at home. And after completing their chores, mucking out the livestock or whatever it was, they asked their dad if it was OK to make some cookes as a surprise for neighbours. They left them on doorsteps — and then got sued for $900. It gets better worse:

Inside one of the nine scattered rural homes south of Durango that got cookies that night, a 49–year–old woman became so terrified by the knocks on her door around 10:30 p.m. that she called the sheriff’s department. Deputies determined that no crime had been committed.

But Wanita Renea Young ended up in the hospital emergency room the next day after suffering a severe anxiety attack she thought might be a heart attack.

A Durango judge Thursday awarded Young almost $900 to recoup her medical bills. She received nothing for pain and suffering.

“The victory wasn’t sweet,” Young said Thursday afternoon. “I’m not gloating about it. I just hope the girls learned a lesson.”

WHAT THE FUCK?!??!?!??!?

The girls wrote letters of apology to Young. Taylor's letter, written a few days after the episode, said in part: “I didn’t realize this would cause trouble for you. … I just wanted you to know that someone cared about you and your family.”

The families had offered to pay Young’s medical bills if she would agree to indemnify the families against future claims.

Young wouldn’t sign the agreement. She said the families’ apologies rang false and weren’t delivered in person. The matter went to court.

Young said she believes that the girls should not have been running from door to door late at night.

“Something bad could have happened to them,” she said.

What a fucking bitch. She’s obviously either the product of a very backward and punitive locale, or mentally ill. Or both. I feel sure karma will take its due, as MetaFilter predicts. Oh yeah, and the judge in the case should be punished too — by having to deliver late–night cookies to Wanita Young.

tags: [colorado] [cookies] [bitch] [court]

Goodness

In more senses than one! When I started Opera the other day and it started harvesting RSS feeds, it grabbed another few Moleskinerie posts (always nice) — and there was a recent post of mine featured on its front page! The ensuing discussion has been animated. Not at all sure whether I like being featured for being controversial, but I love having been featured by one of my favourite blogs!

Now for some more goodness, although not necessarily of the surprising kind. Last night, I set up a new blog for my friend Giles. It’s currently blank but when he makes the first post, it’ll go on the blogroll. Expect incendiary eloquence. Notebooks get a second airing on these pages with Ciak - I hadn’t heard of them before, but they look like colourful… you–know–whats.

Books, of the already–written variety, have seen quite a bit of riffling at my hands lately. I’ve been reading the Christmas presents for the first time, even reading some books which have remained virgin for months on end. And one in particular that I didn’t rate too highly has been getting what I’ll euphemistically call ‘some attention’ recently. The Da Vinci Code. A documentary about the supposed code itself was on TV here earlier, which just goes to show how a bestseller can influence what you see on the box. And here’s the Opus Dei website — there don’t seem to be too many flagellants there to me. But maybe it’s all just a civilised front. Heh! ;o)

I know. Flaying yourself with a whip isn’t goodness, and I said I’d bring you goodness. Alright then. Delighted to. Now I’m going to wind down before bedtime. Night!

tags: [moleskinerie] [ciak] [da vinci code] [opus dei] [tate britain]