storyboxxx
by jebni on September 27, 2004
Tomorrow I’m starting the workshops for the Storybox program, a blogging project for young refugee people in Western Sydney. There’s a whole bunch of stuff in my head about storytelling, different kinds of literacies, upsetting conventions, access, “cultural capital”, anonymity, (…)
thrust upon them
by jebni on September 27, 2004
It had to happen sooner or later: “If music be the food of love, play on,” says lovesick yuppie Count Orsino to his iPod, in Bell Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. Ha ha. An uneven production with plenty of potential, full of (…)
the truth
by jebni on September 27, 2004
The connective tissue in beef rendang solves all problems.
breed or bleed
by jebni on September 25, 2004
Despite Katy’s worried rumblings about the prospect of future Richard Kelly projects after the Donnie Darko Director’s Cut, I’m still naively looking forward to Southland Tales. Okay, so I haven’t seen the Director’s Cut yet, but Stifler and Sarah Michelle (…)
arrrrr
by jebni on September 20, 2004
Better late than never: Dodgeball: very stupid (and since when has that been a problem?), but glad to have seen it nonetheless. Seeing Alan Tudyk brings back fond Firefly memories: “Yes… this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. (…)
playa of games
by jebni on September 20, 2004
thrown down
by jebni on September 17, 2004
A strange day. A lovely IM chat with my favourite Latin American ex-Trotskyist. You might not convince me of a 5th Internationl, Guillermo, but I’m almost tempted to reread the Transitional Programme. :) A bit of immobilising numbness. A strange (…)
the semio-something of communism
by jebni on September 15, 2004
I should declare that I had a good time at the Italian Effect conference, and thus differentiate myself from predictably dour activist judgements of such things. But that’s as much as I’ll side with Ned Rossiter, whose whacky paper on (…)
an end to habit
by jebni on September 8, 2004
People are always amused by my stupid non sequiturs. Wide eyed, I’ll tell people that the sun keeps things warm, you know. A radical notion. Here’s a new one for me: bodies are real, and they can move, and do (…)
let a thousand flowers bloom
by jebni on September 4, 2004
…or some such commie rhetoric — hopefully my absence wasn’t too boring. Well, what have you missed? Briefly: you work on a website for a month, under ridiculous pressure. Impossible things are accomplished. It goes live to great acclamation. The (…)