The Pagoda Jump

2010-01-22T09:01:00.001Z

les étoiles ça tourne autour de ma tête

2010-01-11T10:25:00.001Z

Ce qu'il nous manque pendant ces jour d'hivers: des loempias aux sexe de jambon

Top Shit for 2008

2008-12-12T14:49:00.000Z

1. Fennesz ''Black Sea'' on Touch

2. Gang Gang Dance ''St. Dymphna'' on Warp

3. The Fall ''Imperial Wax Solvent'' on Castle Music

4. Fuck Buttons ''Street Horrrsing'' on ATP

5. Flying Lotus ''Los Angeles'' on Warp

6. 2562 ''Aerial'' on Tectonic

7. Dj Rupture ''Uproot'' on The Agriculture

8. Grails ''Doomsdayer Holidays'' on Temporary Residence

9. Gavin Bryars, Philip Jeck & Alter Ego '' The Sinking of the Titanic (1969-) on Touch

10.Crystal Stilts ''Alight The Night'' on Slumblerland

Single of the year: Dj Mujava ''Township Funk''

Top 10 for Films in no particular order:

1. Diving Bell and the Butterfly

2. Hunger

3. Man On Wire

4. There Will Be Blood

5. Dark Knight

6. Tropic Thunder

7. Gommorrah

8. No Country For Old Men

9. Funny Games

10. Wall-E

Top Shit for 2007

2007-12-27T16:07:00.001Z

Another year, another lane, another turn,another list, blah blah blah, yaka yaka yaka...

Top 10 for Music in no particular order:

1."Person Pitch" by PANDA BEAR on Paw Tracks

2."Theory Of Machines" by BEN FROST on Bedroom Community

3."The Hired Hand OST" by BRUCE LANGHORNE on Blast First

4."Trees Outside The Academy" by THURSTON MOORE on Ecstatic Peace

5."Pilgrimage" by OM on Southern Lord

6."Fabric 36" by RICARDO VILLALOBOS on Fabric

7."Radiant Mirror" by FLOWER/CORSANO DUO onTextile

8."Cendre" by FENNESZ/SAKAMOTO on Touch

9."Black Sabbath E.P." by VENETIAN SNARES on Kriss

10."No Shouts No Calls" by ELECTRELANE on Too Pure

Top 10 for Films in no particular order:

1. EASTERN PROMISES by David Cronenberg

2. THE SCIENCE OF SLEEP by Michel Gondry

3. INLAND EMPIRE by David Lynch

4. THIS IS ENGLAND by Shane Meadows

5. SUSHINE by Danny Boyle

6. ZODIAC by David Fincher

7. THE FOUNTAIN by Darren Aronofsky

8. CONTROL by Anton Corbijn

9. THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM by Peter Greengrass

10. PLANET TERROR by Robert Rodriguez

2007-11-23T11:40:00.000Z

a great compo

ser

Luc Ferrari

2007-11-13T11:59:00.000Z

Le firmament ment. Il n'y a pas d'étoiles mais juste des étincelles pour nous crever les yeux
Silence noble,
Des descendants venus de Mars, Pluton, Syrius, Orion, des époques lointaines comme celles du Far West et des Temples d'Iraklion, transcendants encore, comme une flamme par dessus les fers blancs et les paroles de marchands, funambules à tout prix pour casser la barraque à vendre des pains comme on vend du venin
La route est belle sur la voie royale de Sténopée

a table les amis, y a du jambon du saucisson

2007-10-29T12:04:00.001Z

et Gilou avec son bel acordeon

est en cubes dans le congelo

Aaaaaaaalllléééééééé, vien boir eun ptit coup à la meysong

2007-09-17T10:51:00.001Z

Celebrating Unpopular Culture

2007-07-31T08:50:00.000Z

'Strange Attractor celebrates unpopular culture. We declare war on mediocrity and a pox on the foot soldiers of stupidity. Join Us.'

Strange Attractor Journal 1

Strange Attractor Journal 2

Strange Attractor Journal 3

'Eccentric Scholarship, Weird Journalism and Obsessive Research. Nothing else like it.'

The Loop Guru & His Disciples

2007-07-27T09:59:00.000Z

Pandit Pran Nath

La Monte Young

Terry Riley

All together now...

2007-07-17T10:27:00.000Z

2007-07-13T08:22:00.000Z

Oh c'était beau les corbeaux du périph et les les gilets de chaussée

2007-06-26T10:47:00.000Z

lol

Super

lol

Op de roooöÖÖd Jackowerskyerk !!

2007-06-26T10:12:00.000Z

Les autoroutes de France, les péages, les cafés à 3 franc cinquantes, les rivières d'eau sales qui longent les filets de carburants, les camions qui se dépassent entre eux, les familles qui sentent le vide intérieur, les jeunes filles nues sous leurs mini jupes, les moustachus qui sifflent aux jeunes filles nues.

Et puis la Costa Brava, del sol etcétéra.

C'est parti mon kiki, mon caca, mon chichi, mon coco, ha ha ha

2007-06-25T14:55:00.000Z

Les vaches ne survivent plus à la hausse des températures estivales. On les pèche à longueur de journées, dans les fleuves et cours d'eau de la campagne belge. Elles voudraient semblerait-il migrer vers des contrées plus suaves où les hommes ne les mangent pas mais les gardent en semie liberté avec les porcs, les moutons et les champs de fleurs sauvages. Oui, elle ne demandent que ça, rester tranquilles dans la prairie douce et vallonée, avec de temps en temps de la pluie suivi d'éclaircies ensoleillées.

2007-06-25T14:42:00.000Z

OM

2007-06-20T08:32:00.001Z

From Sleep to Earth with Sabbath looking in:

Conference Of The Birds by OM

Variations On A Theme By OM

Fait peter le shit, sa va dechirer des barres avant de s'endormir...
Le coulis est passe, les feuilles faudras presser,
le stick est dorer...dark...souple...hypnotisant...
et les nuages de fummee commencent a se disperser,
Tenebreux maintenant...ca va..
Mieux...

Vive les annees 90 pour ses reves de metal epolgant,
Vive le temps present pour le savoir faire eccletique,
Vive ou pas vivre la mort nous guete constament,
OM-moi le chemin, la ligne qui tourne de sa droiteur,
OM Ba Shibaye, OM Ba Shibaye

Jihad Techno

2007-06-18T16:10:00.000Z

Chante Omar,
Montre nous ta belle moustache,

Nage maintenant,
prouve nous ton amour,

les brioches cuisent

Et moi quand j'y pense
J'aime mon maitre d'homme...

Exotic Kicks

2007-05-31T12:30:00.000Z

Martin tu est la voix de mon chagrin,
Le cris de mon destin,
Ouverture de mon parchemin,

De la Musique pour des Calins...

J'ecoute, je vibre, je danse et je m'en prive

rarement,

D'une musique enchantee de calmants,
D'un rhytme tellement envoutant,
Mais surtout d'un penchant soulignee de vibrations

Martin, le Denny's' de Martin

Mali quand tu nous tient

2007-04-25T10:16:00.000Z

C'est Giri, en revenant de Londres... qui m'avait montré ce groupe touareg plus ou moins modernisé mais bien enraciné dans leur tradition (Tarinawen)

Voilà qu'ils viennent au bota dans le cadres des nuits. Avec deux autres "groupes", Tartit, qui vient du Mali et Toumast, du Niger.

IL ya des liens sur le site du Botanique...

Allez, que le désert enchante nos yeux et nos oreilles blasés

dites-le avec de la chaleure et des racines d'amour et de de paix

2007-04-12T12:14:00.000Z

Comme le serpent qui change de peau

2007-04-12T12:02:00.000Z

Le temps d le temps de la moustache est venu , rejoignez-moi dans la ronde de nuit pour fêter les temps des paroles bien faites et des poils sournois

'The Exciting Hellebore Shew'

2007-04-11T10:47:00.000Z

'Piping out unenlightened smog for the inverted jet nozzle of your sound perception to spray your brain internally with sweet anti-music.'

If you ever feel 'uncreatively' bored there's nothing like this archive site to cheer your up. Click here, here and here...

One a day will take the pain away...

Perfect Companions #2

2007-04-11T10:21:00.000Z

Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut

Ah le bon vieu temps

2007-04-06T22:45:00.000Z

Le temps où on n'avait pas d'argent

a taste of my brother's music

2007-03-27T20:43:00.000Z

www.myspace.com/kungknappnal

http://www.brusselssucks.be/

2007-03-16T10:57:00.000Z

http://www.brusselssucks.be/

Perfect Companion or Corrupted Adaptation?

2007-03-15T11:32:00.000Z

Fernando Meirelles (The Constant Gardener; City of God) is directing the film adaptation of José Saramago’s novel Ensaio Sobre A Cegueira (Blindness). José Saramago was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998 and is one of Portugal’s best-known writers. For those who don’t know, Blindness is set in an unnamed city inexplicably plunged into an epidemic of blindness.
I don’t know what to make of this. Should I be happy to see one of my favourite books being adapted by a director that, until now, hasn’t made a bad film? Or should I be offended that such a masterpiece should be subjected to a vulgar dissection by the Hollywood money-grabbing machine?
Daniel Graig and Julianne Moore are confirmed to star as the main characters’ and I confess this casting decision already confuses me. 007 as a blind Ophthalmologist? Maybe Julianne Moore will be able to bring a much needed human sensibility to the story…
Let’s just hope this won’t be another catastrophe like Saramago’s last film adaptation ‘A Jangada De Pedra’ (The Stone Raft). This adaptation again demonstrates how a brilliant book can be completely butchered by the talentless idiots who called themselves filmmakers.
It would be a great pleasure to make Blindness enter my ‘Perfect Companion’ section (and a great honour to both Saramago & Meirelles I'm sure). I guess we’ll have to wait till next year to find out. Meanwhile I suggest a reading or re-reading of one of the most brilliant written books of the 20th Century.

P.S.- The English Edition cover didn't appeal to me so I left it out.There...

*

2007-03-10T21:50:00.000Z

The garage door has a remote control
just in case they’ll have to leave in a haste,
just in case cold washing delicate fabrics,
petit fours, hot cross buns and Christmas decorations
are one day not enough.

And at night she lies awake, staring gimlet-eyed.
Imagines each grain of the dark brown wood.
Memorises for the morning: There is an inlet, innate
But in the morning tells him: By the way,
this year around, I wish for another fur coat, Darling.

Some nights, standing up she pulls the shawl harder
around her shoulders, empties a bucket,
rinses a tunnel, notices an unheard of archipelago.
She blinks and it’s the same old garden.

There are so many gardens to leave
the holy-water-sprinkler in and earth
closets to empty all over. Candle and torch
sweep across crunchy clear-cut Area Code
taken for being sand dunes.

A pile of chips clatters, sways like she
used to do when she walked on stilts and Maybe
with a foam-machine I can cover all this Debris
she thinks as she hides behind the jalousie
like a Chinese theatre piece. Then kills also this
uninvited guest. Dumps it in the garden with the rest
of thoughts in yet another wolf cub’s hour.

Grande finale du concour de short en Inde 2007

2007-03-10T18:51:00.000Z

le participant de gauche se demande encore comment il a bien pu perdre....

(photo by da Xaaaf)

Music For A Never Ending War

2007-03-08T10:32:00.000Z

Choubi Choubi!
Folk & Pop Sounds From Iraq
On Sublime Frequencies

Bush should be listening...and so should we!

I had a dream....

2007-03-05T00:40:00.000Z

it was nice...

2007-03-03T16:46:00.000Z

A sentence is not only a flow of words and ponctuation... It also has space... emptyness...

Like everything indeed.

2007-03-02T21:53:00.000Z

il faudrait juste écrire son souffle sans volonté d'effet, sans vouloir paraître
car la vérité se voit alors et la beauté émane

souplesse légereté de l'être

2007-03-02T21:37:00.000Z

Je suis dans la branche de l'art abstrait par les mots qui m'échappent et se lient par millier d'étincelles
la vérité la rivière qui coule et n' arrete d'éveiller les yeux par ses jeux de jets lumineux qui pétillent dans mes yeux ouverts
je suis sur l'ouvert avec un bon embrasse moi, je rentre au salut .

Je danse la musique de l'air et de l'eau de la flûte
Pan m'épargne les regard des passants jaloux qui se grattent les côtes et
Je danse ses bras ses jambes et sa taille qui roucoule comme un boeuf

Je suis l'homme à la tête de chou...

2007-02-28T10:52:00.000Z

'Je suis l'homme à la tête de chou
Moitié légume moitié mec
Pour les beaux yeux de Marilou
Je suis allé porter au clou
Ma Remington et puis mon break
J'étais à fond de cale à bout
De nerfs, j'avais plus un kopeck
Du jour où je me mis avec
Elle je perdis à peu près tout,
Mon job à la feuille de chou
A scandales qui me donnait le bifteck
J'étais fini foutu échec
Et mat au yeux de Marilou
Qui me traitait comme un blanc-bec
Et me rendait moitié coucou.
Ah non tu peux pas savoir mec
Il lui fallait des discothèques
Et bouffer au Kangourou
Club alors je signais des chèques
Sans provision j'étais fou fou
A la fin j'y fis le caillou
Comme un melon une pastèque
Mais comment-Je ne vais pas du tout
Déballer comme ça aussi sec
Quoi ? Moi ? L'aimer encore ? Des clous.
Qui et où suis-je ? Chou ici ou
Dans la blanche écume varech
Sur la plage de Malibu'

Serge Gainsbourg in L'homme à tête de chou

Vartiation sur un thème marin

2007-02-27T12:15:00.000Z

Demande à la mer de te rendre un oeil

que tu déguises en serpentin et jette dessus

le sel marin qui devient bleu et vert et brun,

fruits sans passions des vieux monsieurs

qui cherchent la vie au bout d'un trou,
nervures des astres, autel des bois,
Entre un nuage et un ange passe, et l'homme qui gît a la lance bleue éclaire
les monts et les éclairs

c'est le texte en rouge sur cette page

2007-02-26T21:49:00.000Z

Demande à la mer de te rendre un oeil que tu dégustes et tu respires

le sel marin et l'air des cieux, fruits dans les vieux rubans dégueus,

nervures des astres, ancêtres des arbres,

entre un nu et un nuage passe,
et l'homme qui gît a la nuance bleue est clair

de sa narine il saute les moutons et les éclairs

Sebastionight

2007-02-21T21:31:00.000Z

Cétait la fête d'adieu de Seb qui s'envoit loin et pour longtemps

A plus Seb, bon vents et marées !

Vous reconnaissez le gars à côté de Gil ?

Because Miserable Sounds Beautiful…

2007-02-20T10:13:00.000Z

'Collected Works' By The Third Eye Foundation

'Ocean Songs' By The Dirty Three

'Orphans' by Tom Waits

Mon calme intérieur brut

2007-02-18T14:52:00.000Z

2007-02-18T10:51:00.000Z

Bathing in seas of white snow

Sailing on seas of red chilies....

Climbing the Queen of England

What would you prefer?

Lost Classics #1

2007-02-14T13:53:00.001Z

'O Superman' by Laurie Anderson

The New Science Fiction

2007-02-14T09:39:00.000Z

It would be hard to describe such a film. My only advice is go see it and don't make up your mind in the first minutes after leaving the cinema. I did and soon changed it. You will still be thinking about it for weeks, which undoubtedly makes this a great film. It's lyrical, it's haunting (check the Bosch inspired imagery), it looks great and it's skilfully performed. This is an examination of death and grief wrapped up in a metaphysical science fiction film. A kind of ‘Dead Man’ mixed with ‘2001, A Space Odyssey’ if one can engage in such heretic comparisons. A truly original piece of filmmaking.
Meet the 'New Science Fiction'.

Little Odessa

2007-02-13T11:43:00.000Z

Ce film passait hier sur les programmes du sattelite. A voir

Film et scénario simple et efficasse, bon casting, pas de blabla, pas les clichés de la mafia, une musique aussi (composée par Arvo Pärt en majorité) qui fait que le film sort des sentiers battus, on n'est plus dans le mélo drame américain avec tous ces "trucs et astuces" pour sensibliser les masses de spectateurs stériles. Ici le drame est prenant, présent,profond, vrai il nous tient.

Respect pour Edward Furlong qui heuresement n'a pas accepté de jouer dans Terminator 3, film à haut débit de merde et de basses qualité, et qui est passé la veille sur TF1 par ailleurs.

2007-02-12T20:37:00.000Z

A Lisbonne habite Alice Bonne
Alice suce des bites et elle est bonne, comme toutes les autres Portugaises qui vivent à l'étranger

2007-02-12T10:58:00.000Z

GonçalOOoooo, ce serait chouette si on invitait d'autres personnes sur ce blogg non? Histoire qu'il y ait plus d'interractions, parceque c'est peu mou , comme si tout le monde s'emmerdait, ou qu'on ne regardait pas dans la même direction....c'est peut-être le cas. En tout cas j'ai l'impression souvent de laisser un silence glacial après mon passage. (sans toutefois être parano)
Alley, bonne Travail

Six moi déjà

2007-02-11T22:28:00.000Z

Une pensée à

elle, Noëlle, Maman

et une autre pour mon père, Santa Claude

2007-02-11T22:18:00.000Z

L'amour, regarder ensemble dans la même direction

QUESTION à 500$

2007-02-11T21:57:00.001Z

bOUJOUR,

lA TERRE TuRNE

ET lES EtOIlES dANCENT.

pURQUOI ,?

Question #1

2007-02-08T14:47:00.000Z

Why does snow falls and rain drops?

2007-02-01T10:55:00.000Z

IL fait gris aujourd'hui, un ciel bas et blanc plutôt. On sent l'herbe et les sapins à cause de l'humidité, et il y a plein de mouettes qui doivent en avoir marre de la côte belge déserte, alors elles viennent faire chier les corbeaux et les pigeons des régions intérieures.

Sinon, rien à signaler. Les Espagnols sont toujours gnols et les Portugais n'ont jamais été plus gais qu'auparavant, peu importe le rapports des frontières aux cours de l'histoire.

Ici, le wallon se croit long et le flammand ment. Il n'y a que le Belge je dit, que le Belge qui belge comme un belge.

Alors, veux -tu belger avec nous ?

Tiens, mange cochonne !!!!!

2007-01-31T21:53:00.000Z

Et apres j'te la fous dans le cul

Guilty Pleasures #3

2007-01-29T16:14:00.000Z

Yeeeeeeeha!

QUEIMADA!

2007-01-26T11:09:00.000Z

After watching the 1969 film 'Burn!' also known as 'Queimada', I stumbled across the following:

'The film's original title was Quemada (the spanish word for "burnt"), as the action took place in a Spanish colony. When the Spanish government officially complained and threatened a boycott of the film (objecting to the script's supposedly anti-Spanish bias), Gillo Pontecorvo agreed to alter the setting to a Portuguese island and the release title became Queimada ("burnt" in Portuguese).'

Well fuck me! Those shifty dodgy Spaniards know their game.
It's because of episodes like this that all Portuguese are known for is burning and ravaging the 'new world' while the gentle Spaniards were tip topping through the tulips... Ha, the vicissitudes of History!
Let the poor fuckers take the blame. Don't they speak Spanish in Portugal anyway?
Pfff...

The 'Battle of Aljubarrota' should have been filmed so we could broacast it over the Peninsula sky every night of the week.

Good film though...

je suis en cours d'onformatique

2007-01-24T19:34:00.000Z

et on fout quedal, alors je m'étais dis que je laisserais bien un petit message pour passer le temps, histoire de

pas encure lu le livre

2007-01-20T20:14:00.000Z

mais le dvd est pas mal

Simpsons Manga Stylee

2007-01-19T17:32:00.000Z

It seems all I do is post pictures now...Gotta find something to write about at some point...

Hmm...

The Holy Ass (Le cul c'est sacré)

2007-01-19T07:39:00.000Z

AMEN

Guilty Pleasures #2

2007-01-17T15:08:00.000Z

Hip Hop from 1968!

the spirit of the ones that have fallen

2007-01-12T00:47:00.000Z

Well.. this must be my nth blog (blog?) that begins with "well"

So, you bastards, how are you all doing? I am once again struggling with the intricacies of drunken typing, the letters swirling to form the square of the hypotenurofen tomorrow I think. Follow at your peril.

Drunk and disorderly is not the way forward - ask any decent Englishman in prison. Australians. Irish.

I will go to rest my weary head. I have no dog, and the weight of the world rests snugly on my shoulders. Slime-sucking claustrophobes, all of y'all. Tomorrow is another ripe oyster.

God I need a job.

Space is the place

2007-01-11T10:20:00.000Z

This place is been adorning my computer screen every morning for a quite a while now. Thought I should share it…

pace mama

2007-01-11T09:16:00.000Z

Salut

2007-01-10T19:36:00.000Z

Guilty Pleasures #1

2007-01-10T17:28:00.000Z

Another weekly delight...In this space, every week or so, we shall celebrate mediocrity, tackiness and tastelessness in all its glory.
Watch this space…
This week:

The Shaggs

Perfect Companions #1

2007-01-09T11:00:00.000Z

Something I've been enjoying for quite some time now...reading the book then watching the film...I see it as a kind of requirement... the problem is that most film versions of good books tend to be utter crap... we should never judge a book by its film.
On the other hand, it’s truly rewarding when the above doesn’t happen, when we read an excellent book and follow it by an equally excellent film adaptation. This happened to me quite recently and that’s why I decided to start this particular weekly/monthly/whenever-I-feel-like post. Every now and again I will post what I think is a good book and its obvious companion, the film adaptation. I won’t go into good books versus bad films (there’s way too many) or bad books versus good films (just doesn't happen).

This week's perfect companion:

2007-01-08T16:33:00.000Z

une heure d'étude forcée pour quelques quarts d'heures de pause clopes et chat avec les copains européens. Je suis un des derniers encore à étudier pour le sort de ma future carrière.
Je mangerais du pains au céréales et j'y metterai pleins de confituur dessus. J'aurai une maison avec du chauffage et un jardin pour regarder le ciel et les oiseaux passer derriere les arbres
et vu que j'aurais de l'argent, j'aurai le temps de m'occuper a l'art
Je sens que tout reste à faire

Raja Boy

2007-01-07T21:43:00.002Z

Raja was a great dog...I will never forget those songs dedicated to the mighty brick...or the way he would tilt his head wondering 'what the fuck are they going on about now'. Raja was big,fast,heavy,bouncy,goood boy. He never seemed to realise the impact he could have on people...and that made him a GREAT DOG! I remember people dropping their chin in awe in front of the great Raja... they would ask who the owner was and make a point of saying what a great fucking dog...
That was Raja, pictures in the papers, warm salutations...
Raja was a living legend and will always be remembered as one.
I will miss him......

The King

2007-01-06T12:29:00.000Z

Right well.

Happy New Year's to all of y'all out there. New years are a time of renewal and departures. I got home yesterday after a couple of hours ripping it up on my board to discover my dog's body on the floor of the apartment where he lived, devoid of life. Raja had merged with the infinite during my absence.

Life, I guess, is a series of cirlces. Circles within circles within circles within cycles within blah blah you get the picture. Raja completed his circular cycle yesterday. He was my Dorian Gray (Grey?). I explain : My life has not always been easy. Things have been thrown at me (not literally, although it has happened once or twice..) since quite a while. An ordinary human being would have buckled under the pressure of all the scheisse heaped on his/her shoulders, but ordinary humans do not possess a Raja wonderdog.

Raja had developed all the symptoms of what I was supposed to have ; ulcers, grey hair, premature ageing etc. I'm almost thirty, and on a good day, I appear to be about twelve. My portrait of Dorian Gray. Now that he is no more, I am going to age drastically within the next few months. If you happen to bump into what appears to be a 2nd world war veteran muttering insanely to himself in the near future, look again closely - it may just be me.

2007 looms menacingly on the horizon. A new circle, a new cycle, and I'm going to take this one by the throat, throttle it until spit flecks its lips and extract and feed its teeth to it. My dog is in a place where there are loads of bricks that taste of pussy, steaks grow on trees and he has three hundred thousand bitch-virgins to choose from daily.

I'll never forget that little fucker.

Con-Plicaties

2007-01-05T16:33:00.000Z

Not even a day blogging that confusion and frustration has arrived.
It seems there are now two similar blogs:

http://pagodajump.blogspot.com/ which is the operational one and
http://pagodajumps.blogspot.com/ which for some reason is inaccessible. The latter was the original but for some reason(or following HAL's 9000 advice) it decided to go on a life of it's own. Rejecting anyone who tries to sign in, it almost managed to discourage one of the most illustrious guests the blogosphere ever could grace: Alexandrion.

I hope this small precocious matter is now over and that ‘Pagoda Jump’ (NOT ‘Pagoda Jumps’) can now follow its course.

Long Live the Pagoda Jump.....

Death to its Evil Twin Pagoda Jumps.........

All work and no play makes Gonzo a Dull Boy

2007-01-05T14:58:00.000Z

Bored at work is becoming an increasingly familiar feeling as far as I'm concerned... My first steps into the depressing world of 9 am to 6 pm are still quite recent... However, it feels like an eternity now... Such prolonged status of working hypnosis could only lead to an inevitable boredom... Boredom that could only lead to a variety of activities designed by and, for the bored: My Space, Hi5, You Tube, Second Life, and all that networking paraphernalia.

All this brings us to this: The creation of a blog. I might invite other people to join so to make all this more interesting. Reading and writing about films & music might, believe it or not, bore the shit out of me too. And again, I will be set back to square one. No, not this time. This blog might not be my salvation. Far from it, but a place where I can spit, discharge, release, sputter and set free all my mundane thoughts can only help my present state of mind. Unleashing mediocrity upon the unsuspecting public sounds like a pleasant way of spending my mind numbing working afternoons.

Long live this blog. If even for a month or so.....