I don’t think I’m ready for this thing
by jebni on May 29, 2003
Was too sick to go to Kelly Rowland tonight, and gave my pass away. As I morosely made my way home, I started to feel remarkably better. Damn. I comforted myself by listening not to Kelly, but to Aaliyah. Does (…)
get a real job
by jebni on May 23, 2003
So Claire finds, below, that [Pattern Recognition] spoke to a deep longing inside of me to have one of those cool capitalist jobs where you get paid heaps and live this really cushy lifestyle with little gadgets for really doing (…)
sitting pretty
by jebni on May 22, 2003
Ha! I have my name on the door for Kelly Rowland’s Sydney show! I think I might spontaneously combust from too much entertainment. (Kelly is my favourite of the ‘Child. We went and saw them a year ago. Kelly totally (…)
unit
by jebni on May 21, 2003
Finished Pattern Recognition. While the ending wasn’t “satisfying” in terms of an orgasmic semiotic economy (ahahaha, Mama Anarchia), I don’t think it’s supposed to be. It’s like everything rising to the surface, a little too quickly, after you trip some (…)
death to property
by jebni on May 18, 2003
Two things of questionable legality, which might be quite interesting if you’re running MacOSX and iTunes 4: Share iTunes, a site that lets iTunes 4 users publicly declare their shared iTunes music collections. You simply click on someone, and their (…)
i recognise the patterns
by jebni on May 18, 2003
Claire has lent me her copy of William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition, which is utterly good so far. His later work uses meditative, periodic language which is just so. As if the detritus of “postindustrial” culture recombined to make glassy poetry, (…)
“if it’s got a muthafuckin’ beat, I’m gonna play tha muthafucker”
by jebni on May 18, 2003
Grandmaster Flash confounded most expectations at his show last night. There was a little too much editorialising on his part, but I guess he has the right to self-aggrandisement, having pioneered hip-hop’s entire turntablist enterprise. But he ain’t no purist. (…)
the ministry of planetary echomail
by jebni on May 17, 2003
Just the other night I was telling some colleagues about my early online experiences — sending emails as a pre-teen in the early 80s, BBSes, my old 300-baud acoustic coupler, being able to type faster than my modem’s upload speed (…)
i am zombie
by jebni on May 17, 2003
Saw The Matrix Reloaded on opening night. Not great, but not a disaster either. I guess it was always going to be an uphill battle — I never wanted to see Zion, which I always knew would be tacky and (…)
starfuckers inc
by jebni on May 14, 2003
Oh yeah, another Sydney Writers’ Festival story, which has since passed into legend: Lena and I meet Hanif Kureishi at the launch one year. We get talking, and mention the book our work appeared in recently. “Great,” he says to (…)