lend me some sugar / i am your neighbour
by jebni on October 28, 2003
The glamour of restrained maximalism is proceeding apace. Of course, a lot of the elements were obviously there already: my Glomesh accessories, the pink flower at the top of this page, etc. But none of it ever really clicked into (…)
the mark of distinction
by jebni on October 21, 2003
A strange confluence of tendencies: I’ve been reading Sherlock Holmes stories; I am now obsessed with pink velvet floral wallpaper; I’ve been watching Doctor Who: The Talons of Weng Chiang, which revels so unashamedly in the panic that comes with (…)
maya = shiny tidal wave of joy
by jebni on October 15, 2003
My brother and I were hanging outside the TINA festival club on Sunday night, catching some air, when Maya Jupiter happened to pull up in her car. Yay! Snaps for Maya’s unexpected arrival!* Maya seems to radiate beams wherever (…)
the aesthetics of disappearance
by jebni on October 12, 2003
A message for Shane (my emails to you are bouncing): I was only whining. Anyway, the thing about the culture jamming panel was that I’d constructed a subtle argument that I tried to elaborate by showing slide after slide, but (…)
the time crystals
by jebni on October 10, 2003
Sick and miserable at home. But Lena got me all these Doctor Who DVDs for my birthday, yay! Here’s a few snaps from 1964′s The Dalek Invasion of Earth, which I’d never seen. (Before this year, I think the ABC (…)
the new hip hop, zine-cool correctness trend
by jebni on October 8, 2003
Right now I can’t really be bothered talking much about This Is Not Art, which annoyed and entertained in equal parts. Except to say that while you may know that “culture jamming panels have always been pretty shit“, Shane, I (…)
back to the future
by jebni on October 8, 2003
Marty: I’m telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me. Doc: So tell me, Future Boy, who’s President of the United States in 1985? Marty: Ronald Reagan. Doc: Ronald Reagan, the actor? Then who’s Vice President? Jerry Lewis?
it’s not the side-effects of the cocaine / i’m thinking that it must be love
by jebni on October 8, 2003
Been listening to Bowie’s Station to Station lots, which has got me thinking about funkiness, “whiteness” and “blackness”: Everything sounds incredibly dry — in the title track particularly, the sounds are made of the most plodding, airless stuff — and (…)
talk to the hand(: supercleansing operations)
by jebni on October 2, 2003
This week I went straight-edge. Of course, it’s a thin simulation: my “refusal” of alcohol has nothing to do with the usual, dubious subcultural refusals that always seem to have everything to do with certain luxurious subjectivities in the first (…)
got it, i want it
by jebni on October 1, 2003
Okay, to demonstrate the punk monsterism of The Collins Kids, here’s a taste: the somewhat appallingly worded “Whistle Bait“. Setting aside the whacky lyrics for a sec, it’s all growly goodness — that’s thirteen-year-old Larry Collins on vocals. Nuts. Next (…)