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August 31, 2005

Two sides of perversion

While readership for Slavoj Žižek's twisty Lacanian take on The Matrix may be limited his opening paragraph is much more enjoyable than the average academic paper.

When I saw The Matrix at a local theatre in Slovenia, I had the unique opportunity of sitting close to the ideal spectator of the film - namely, to an idiot. A man in the late 20ies at my right was so immersed in the film that he all the time disturbed other spectators with loud exclamations, like "My God, wow, so there is no reality!"... I definitely prefer such naive immersion to the pseudo-sophisticated intellectualist readings which project into the film the refined philosophical or psychoanalytic conceptual distinctions.
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Zero-institution

Anthropologist, Claude Lévi-Strauss made an important inference based on stories collected by Paul Radin among the Winnebago (Ho-Chunk), a First Nations tribe. A village was divided into two moieties, exogamous social groups within a community that include more than one clan. Members from each moiety were asked to make a drawing of their village. Rather than drawing a literal, plan drawing of their houses, people drew one of two distinct representations of their village. People from one moiety drew their houses organized into two concentric circles, one closer to the village centre and the other further away. People from the other moiety drew the village as circle with a single line bisecting the community.

How to make sense of these two distinct ways of representing the same community? In his paper "Do dual organizations exist?", Lévi-Strauss argues against the idea that either representation is more true or accurate than the other in comparison with a literal drawing of the village groundplan. He further argues against a cultural relativist position in which both representations would be considered equally true or that truth was dependent on the perspective of the person making the drawing. Rather, the two different stories about the village implied by the two different drawings both rely on a third, shared understanding that is never represented. While neither group agreed with the other's representation of social organization in the village, in fact producing mutually exclusive visions of how the community was organized, both groups agreed that the village community could be represented as a whole. While people disagreed about the structure of their community they shared a more important agreement that these two groups belonged to the same community. Lévi-Strauss describes this shared, unspoken common understanding as a "zero-institution". This is a kind of institution which, unlike an exogomous marriage relationship or traditional clan structure, is so taken for granted that it is generally represented only by inference through the social divisions of which it is composed.

Slavoj Žižek takes up Lévi-Strauss' argument as an illustrative example in a number of his published works (including this Matrix article). He elaborates on the anthropologist's observation by pointing out that where tradition and kinship have been superseded by modernity "the nation" (or I would say more importantly "the state") takes on the role of a zero-institution. "Liberals" and "conservatives" may have opposing, or even mutually exclusive, understandings about social organization but both groups agree they belong to a larger community that binds them together regardless of conflict and difference. In fact, from a structuralist point of view, our taken-for-granted shared community is built from the articulation of these conflicts.

This is all a somewhat roundabout way of pointing out how fundamental are our taken for granted ideas about the reality of those zero-institutions upon which we rely not only to make sense of our communities but as the binding assumptions that such communities exist at all. When fervent anti-globalization demonstrators burn the flag or brain-washed islamist dupes blow themselves to bits on the London Underground they may believe they are fighting the good fight against imperialism, the Devil or the Man. But no matter their political aims they share a belief, indeed they reinforce a belief, in the existence of an unspoken shared community of which their opposition is a part. Were it not for the outward expression of our belief in our taken for granted shared community, be it membership in the Turtle Clan or the ideological appeal of a beer commercial, we would be left with a Hobbesian war of all against all.

From all appearances, it is this latter catastrophe which faces people in much of the Gulf coast region of the United States. I have no idea what the true scope of the challenge faced by individuals, families or communities destroyed by the hurricane and its aftermath. I can only infer from problematical news reports what actions are being taken by the civil power. But to me images of looting are more troublesome than the worst horrors of bodies pulled from the wreckage of a skyscraper or a subway train. The sacrifice of a son in war, the heroism of firefighters or even the tragic mistakes of the police may seem like subjects over which our civilization is fought but they are in fact the arguments from which our civilization is built. What we glimpse in stories of families fleeing for their lives in neighbourhoods lost to barbarism is the spectre of anarchy.

It is time to start shooting looters.

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Iron Maiden: The Trooper

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance to something suitably grim.

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Grow

Grow is a pleasant diversion from a troubled world.

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Sergey Brin and Lawrence Page

The anatomy of a large-scale hypertextual web search engine.

"In this paper, we present Google, a prototype of a large-scale search engine which makes heavy use of the structure present in hypertext."
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I hope his mom sees it

Quick-thinking commuter, Thao Nguyen was flashed by a creep on the New York Subway. He escaped but not before she used her camera phone to get a full face photo of the culprit.

"I just hope they catch him," Nguyen told the Daily News. "Maybe someone will recognize him. Maybe it will stop other people from doing it," she said. "Maybe other women will use their camera phones to stop crime."
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August 30, 2005

Blind Lemon Jefferson

Max Haymes discusses hoodoo roots in the lyrics of Blind Lemon Jefferson.

While I have always been aware of hoodoo in the blues, via references to ‘mojos’, ‘black cat bones’ etc., I didn’t realize just how many more obscure (or less obvious) allusions existed within the genre. Not until I read Hyatt’s massive works: "Hoodoo-Conjuration-Witchcraft-Rootwork". A lot of blues phrases which seemed ‘muddied’ (to me at any rate) suddenly become crystal clear.
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Levee Camp Holler

Sylviane Diouf is right to think her audience will be skeptical at her assertion of the Muslim roots of the blues. While Levee Camp Holler may call to mind the call to prayer it seems to me that one song does not the blues make. If there is a relationship here, it seems rather more likely the call to prayer was influenced by the musical traditions of west Africa than the other way round.

"Levee Camp Holler" is no ordinary song. It's the product of ex-slaves who worked moving earth all day in post-Civil War America. The version that Diouf uses in presentations has lyrics that, like the call to prayer, speak about a glorious God. ("Well, Lord, I woke up this mornin', man, I feelin' bad . . . Well, I was thinkin' 'bout the good times, Lord, I once have had.")
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New Orleans Poem

By Brenda Harrison Bell.

afterwards, lying in the dark,
with the ashtray on her stomach,
she watched him
fumble
to put out the cigarette
with only the ember for light

and thought
how too casual a touch
can lead to
burning
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Stockfleth's Prayer

By Charles Hobson.

(A prayer said at sea
before hanging over the side
in a lightning storm at night
to nail canvas over
a gash in the hull.)
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The Mitchell Brothers: Excuse My Brother

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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K9

I like Rose. But K9 kicks ass.

"A whole generation fondly remember him as an ever faithful companion and best friend to Tom Baker's Doctor," he said. "I hope the new generation of viewers will fall in love with him in the same way."

Now I need to know how he makes it back from E-Space. With Romana II, please.

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TARDIS

The TARDIS, a brief overview.

TARDIS is the abbreviation for Time And Relative Dimension In Space which in itself is a rough description of what a TARDIS really is (explained later). On Gallifrey itself, they seem to be sometimes referred to as TT Capsules but the name 'TARDIS' seems to become more and more prevalent even there. The term TARDIS would seem to have been originally coined by the grand-daughter (Susan) of a renegade Time Lord called 'The Doctor'.
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August 29, 2005

Voodoo doll

New Orleans based, Poppy Z. Brite had decided to weather the hurricane by preference to abandoning twenty-eight critters and a house full of junk food. It was only motherly intervention that convinced her to bug out. This voodoo doll, or at least its proceeds, might have come in handy.

I don't get the urge to make art very often, but today I needed something to put my frustration into, and I think this turned out pretty well. I don't claim that it is an actual voodoo doll, as I'm not at all trained in such matters, but as fake voodoo dolls go, it's a hell of a lot cooler-looking than the ones you get in the French Quarter.
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Saffir-Simpson

A Category Five storm is described via the Saffir-Simpson Hurricane Scale.

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Athlete: Tourist

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance. And cross our fingers.

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Hurricane prayer

A prayer for the hurricane season.

The Sea of Galilee obeyed your order and returned to its former quietude; you are still the Master of land and sea. We live in the shadow of a danger over which we have no control.
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Young in New Orleans

By Charles Bukowski.

starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was
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The Ballad of the Crescent City

From Harper's Weekly, June 14, 1862.

In the City of the Crescent, by red Mississippi's waves,
Dwells the haughty Creole matron with her daughters and her slaves:
Round her throng the rebel knighthood, fierce of word and proud of crest,
Slightly redolent of julep, cocktail, cobbler, and the rest
Of those miscellaneous tipples that the Southern heart impel
To the mighty threats of prowess whose dread (?) fruits we know so well.
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St. Charles & Napoleon

This New Orleans webcam at the corner of St. Charles & Napoleon was still functioning at the time I write this (EST 6:19 a.m.) (via Instapundit).

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Hurricane names

People have been naming hurricanes for some time. Given the choice, I would much rather be swamped by Hurricane Hotlips.

Early naming strategies were informal and individualistic in their approach. For several hundred years in the Caribbean, hurricanes were named after the saints day on which they occurred. For example "Hurricane San Felipe" struck Puerto Rico on 13 September 1876. Later, latitude and longitude were used, but this was found to be complicated and more prone to error.
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August 27, 2005

Burlesque

Former S Club 7 member, Rachel Stevens posed for some slightly racey photos for Arena Magazine (warning: churlish remarks!) and, presumably after being prompted by someone's corset and garters mental association, said she would like to work with Marilyn Manson.

"I'd love to work with him," she gushed. "His videos are amazing. I still want to keep my young fans but I'd be up for a bit of Marilyn. There's nothing like a bit of swearing now and again."

Well the cad was reportedly quite dismissive of the idea. But given the difference between the two artists one is forced to observe the choice between listening to an edgy, controversial act or listening to mass-produced, commodified pop music like Marilyn Manson. Just don't get him started on Harry Potter. What was that about Dita Von Teese again?

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The Eva Stones: L'autel

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Balloon Bowl

Once you have seen someone skateboard through balloons to that satisfying popping sound you have to wonder why nobody thought of doing it before.

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Wang Xingwei

I enjoy the unsettling quality of these paintings by Wang Xingwei. "Death of a Panda" and "Untitled (Penguin)" have a special creepiness (possibly nsfw due to art).

One of the most disconcerting characteristics of Wang Xingwei’s pictorial production is the total lack of an aesthetic norm. When asked about it, he vaguely answered that he “likes best paintings with strong colours”. On the other side his use of colour is very far from the traditional concept of harmony: the chromatic juxtapositions are often daring, or they are previously decided following laws fixed by the artist.

More Wang Xingwei here. I particularly like "X-Ray".

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Hinterland University

Anyone teaching in the United States need only look north to understand what a true Hinterland University looks like. And anyone who can buy an "a beautiful old Italianate with 10-foot ceilings on the National Historic Register" on an adjunct's salary is obviously married to someone doing something better paid.

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August 26, 2005

Agent Smith

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The Flea School for Wayward Expats continues a series in rhetoric and oratory. Today's speaker is Agent Smith offering a disturbing insight into the logic of the Death Eaters both foreign and domestic. Though he does have a perverse charm. As James Lileks observed, "The director wants us to fear him – but who wouldn’t want to knock back some cold ones with Agent Smith?"

I'd like to share a revelation that I've had, during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague, and we are the cure.
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Paul Van Dyk: Crush

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre

The joys of parenthood.

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Haunted airplane

Chosun Ilbo reports some chilling tales from a haunted airplane.

One first class crewmember describes his extraordinary experience. "On a long-haul flight, a Buddhist monk and I were the only two in first class. Late at night, long after all the lights were out and things started to quiet down, the monk kept muttering and just couldn't get to sleep. I asked him why he kept chanting sutras, and he told me there were dead people sitting in each of the empty seats. Then he continued chanting."
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Living doll

Steve Erhardt has transformed himself into a "living Ken doll" and thus achieved another step toward our somewhat alarming shared transhuman future. Though I cannot fathom the point of bicep implants. Not likely to prevent anyone from kicking sand in your face at the beach. Via the divine SondraK whose post has comments better than anything I could come up with.

What started in 1987 as a nose job soon became an obsession. Steve went to the same doctor that worked on Michaal Jackson, and intending only to get rhinoplasty, he also ended up getting a cleft chin. From there, Steve went on to get a facelift and lid work and has since added such things as pec implants, bicep implants (he was the first person to ever have that type of work done) and even painful butt implants, one of the most difficult surgeries to perform for both doctor and patient.
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London Zoo

The London Zoo is reportedly to include humans in an exhibit "to highlight the spread of man as a plague species." Ace of Base HQ comments.

I do love that so many on the left have adopted the nuanced, complex philosophy of Agent Smith from The Matrix.

The problem with the London Zoo is that apparently their biologists do not understand they themselves are animals. But that would not be their real point: humans who are not clever enough to agree with their enlightented views are the plague animals.

"I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it."

The problem with The Matrix, while a fun movie, is the problem with a ruinous strain of gnostic belief systems, a fundamental hatred of all human life (the linked article takes a more specific view). Agent Smith is only repeating what any Earth Firster is proud to call a political philosophy.

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The Stone Age of instant messaging

Being anti-instant messaging in the first place, I am not certain what to make of Ken Fisher's review of the Google Talk beta.

Google Talk is clean and easy to use. It's also absent almost every feature found in other IM clients. Want to send a file? Pshaw! Want to have a group chat? You're too social! Want to view your previous chat sessions easily? Get outta here! Want little emoticons? Skins? Go bug somebody else! Google Talk is Spartan in the way that the Lacedemonians were Spartan: it seems ancient!

I will have a better idea what I think of the product once I have tried to get my mic to work with Google Talk's VOIP capability. My feeling is the product and its competitors are only going to hook people like me once different IM systems are capable of talking to each other.

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August 25, 2005

Love for Nana

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PS2 have understood their target market well. Instead of playing one of the two punk girls from the popular Cookie magazine comic Nana, you get to play their neighbour. Or rather, you do if you are in Japan where this gem is going to be marketed.

Nana features two main characters, Nana Osaki and Nana Komatsu. Both have just arrived to Tokyo in order to make their debut as vocalists in a punk band. The two end up sharing a room, with the game's storyline focusing on their lives.

But you actually don't play as these two. The game puts you in control of a person who lives next to the two Nanas, in room 707. The purpose of the game is two fold. You get to experience the storyline featured between volumes 5 and 8 of the original comic, meeting up with characters like Len, Takumi and, of course, your two next door neighbors. In addition, you also get to experience life in Tokyo, making a schedule, taking on part time jobs, buying clothes and furniture and setting up your own room.

The Love for Nana live adaptation tribute film may be available thanks to the byways of "the internet". Mainichi Daily News is on the case with crucial film details.

Nakashima, who revealed that she is a fan of the original comic, said, "I had fun with the scene in which my Nana was singing because the style of her singing was totally different from mine."

When asked about the part of the movie where Nakashima kisses Miyazaki to cheer her up, "We didn't find that uncomfortable. We were fine about it," the actresses answered in unison after looking at each other.
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Raymi and Paris

I wonder if Raymi's dream looked anything like this Paris Hilton ad. Maybe there was a German voice-over and a delivery guy she failed to mention.

last nite i dreamt i was best friends with paris hilton and i drove her jeep all over town and was wearing her clothes ...
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Armand Van Helden: Hear my name

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (caution: spanking!). And watch My my my again. You know you want to.

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Gothic Victorian Cocktail Bar

Flea Mansions will have one of these installed just as soon as that massive blog revenue starts rolling in.

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Hello, Francesca

Hot goth women, including Shim Hye-JinJung from Acacia and Jung Ryeo-Won of Chakra K-pop fame, a luckless otaku type and a gay vampire. Korean television is kicking Canadian tv ass. Now, see, I would give rubies for a subtitled version of Hello, Francesca to be broadcast in this country. But is Canada's commitment to the cultural mosaic going to allow that? I think not.

Romania, 2005. One of the last vampire families on earth decides to disguise themselves and live among humans until "the glory of their empire" revives. They are sent to different places all over the world that are considered safe by their leader.

However, a group of vampires takes the wrong ship and happens to come to Korea. On board, they run into a timid and unlucky man Doo-il. One of the vampires bites him by mistake and he becomes one of them. They promise Doo-il that they will return him into a human on the day when their leader comes to find them. He doesn't have any other choice but to live with them. They are disguised as a family of five and start new lives in Seoul. Can they really go back to their country safely when their leader comes to find them?
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Comment fisking

I have not written anything about Cindy Sheehan and I do not aim to. For those who want a good dust up I suggest a post over at Gay Orbit. I think Michael is on to a blogosphere first: comment fisking! An idea whose time has come ("Clicky the linky!").

Update: Dean's World has more on the travails of hosting comments (via INDC Journal).

Update: Scrappleface offers commentary by way of an imagined response to Casey Sheehan's mother.

You ask for what noble cause your son died?

In a sense he died so that people like you, who passionately oppose government policies, can freely express that opposition. As you camp in Crawford, you should take off your shoes, for you stand on holy ground. This land was bought with the blood of men like your son.
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Get-hits-quick

Iowahawk offers tips for starting bloggers (via Ace of Base HQ).

With the Bloggonetrix™ program, Dave has assembled an encylopedia of powerful blog tips and tricks in one easy-to-follow guide. Put the amazing Bloggonetrix™ system to work, and soon your hit-counter will be spinning like the altimeter on a kamikaze's Zero!
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Al-Tajdeed Radio

William Joyce was tried and hanged, not deported. And at least he had the common sense to broadcast from Berlin. Imagine if Lord Haw-Haw had been calling for Nazi victory from a radio station based in London. These days he would probably qualify for a grant.

A London-based radio station that calls for attacks on British troops in Iraq should be closed down, a shadow minister has said. Al-Tajdeed Radio, which is transmitted in Arabic to Iraq and Saudi Arabia via the Eutelsat Hotbird satellite from studios in London, is sponsored by Saudi dissident Mohammed al-Massari and partly funded through listener donations.
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August 24, 2005

G Pumidius Dipilus fuit hic

I am pleased to find that, despite two-thousand years and the invention of cable television, plenty of this graffiti from Roman Pompeii is not remotely worksafe.

If anyone does not believe in Venus, they should gaze at my girl friend.

Careful with that line. It's an antique.

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Goldfrapp: Pilots

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance as we get ready to board AirFlea.

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Puzzlebox case mod

Now I want my own Hellraiser Puzzlebox case mod. Vexed again!

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Kelsey Museum

This Kelsey Museum site should come in handy for all your protective magic needs. Don't miss the Babylonian demon bowl display! Some aggressive magic might also prove useful if your demon bowl is on the blink.

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Junichiro Koizumi

Visions of a skeletal metal foot crushing a human skull may not keep you up at night. But then you are probably not the Prime Minister of Japan, Junichiro Koizumi. Though as robot attacks go, Tmsuk's effort is a bit lame.

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The Yancy Street Memo

Spare a thought for Victor Von Doom, PhD, deposed president and spiritual leader of the Latverian people.

You keep changing the reason for the invasion. First it was the Cosmic Cube, then the Infinity Machine! Now it's women's rights?
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On The Line

Locked out CBC denizens have produced an on-line magazine. For what it is worth, I do not cross picket lines and reserve most of my hostility toward the Corporation* for its management. But seriously folks, as a former CUPE 3903 member I am telling you gratis that you are going to have to up your rhetorical game. If you plan to win this one, "Lockout stills CBC's Inuktitut voice" is not going to do the business.

In related news, Adrienne Arsenault can stick her solipsistic little note up her nose.

"The irony of it - the Israeli disengagement from Gaza came at precisely the same minute I was disengaged from CBC"

Because your labour dispute is even remotely comparable to the situation in Gaza. Or that Canadians can be anything but the wiser for want of Arsenault's skewed intervention in the matter. Talk about a "heartbreaking situation".

*So, like, if a corporation is a legal person then could the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation be a clinical psychopath? Yeah. Think about that one. High time for a paper-thin polemical documentary on the subject. I could get a grant or something. Just remember I get a creative producer credit.

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August 23, 2005

Odd Einar Dørum

Norwegian Minister of Justice and Police, Odd Einar Dørum is getting into the spirit of things by attending a Tolkien parade. In costume. As a hobbit.

"I like absolutely everything about the Lord of the Rings. I am mostly a hobbit at heart," was Dørum's reaction after seeing Return of the King at its Norwegian premiere.
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Atom Egoyan

Director, Atom Egoyan blames "the very conservative climate in America" for the likely reception of his latest effort, Where the Truth Lies. His concern is that an NC-17 rating would limit its box-office. Though I do wonder whether he imagines a film with "some tough violence, nudity, lesbian encounters and drug-taking" and "a sex scene involving stars Colin Firth and Kevin Bacon and the film's female lead, 29-year-old Rachel Blanchard" would have merited a PG rating under the Clinton administration. Apparently, the critical difficulty is the number of "Bacon thrusts"*.

"I guess I'm naive; I really had no idea it would be a problem," the director said at that time. "I just heard the deciding factor could be thrusting. Apparently, anything over three thrusts and you're in trouble. Well, nobody told me. . . ."

*The Flea... soon to be number one on Google for "bacon thrusts"!

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Lajos Polgar

Former senior Arrow Cross party official, Lajos Polgar is not helping his defense against accusations of war crimes. A fascinating aspect of the mind of such people is an apparent failure to understand the implication of their own clearly stated beliefs.

In a lengthy interview at his home in the Melbourne suburb of Ferntree Gully, Mr Polgar denied the Arrow Cross party was anti-Semitic, claiming "everybody in Hungary was anti-Jewish" during the war.

"After the war all the leaders were hanged, but there was not one among them who was guilty, really," Mr Polgar told The Australian. "At that time, you could not do anything because everybody was in the hands of the Jews. They just hanged them. Completely, completely innocent people."

Perhaps someone can explain to me how this man managed to claim sanctuary from justice in Australia for all these years. And why we civilized peoples should shy from hanging him now for the sole reason he has got away with it so long.

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August 22, 2005

And the high heels would not trouble me in the slightest

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Oh for pity's sake. I have sent smoke signals. I have stood on the shed and waved my arms about the place making ham-fisted attempts at semaphore. I have tried astral projection. And none of it. None of it has communicated my intentions toward Nicole Kidman. Perhaps posting to the blog will do the trick.

The screen beauty said she struggled with being on her own, but became stronger after learning she can survive by herself. She explained recently: "I've known so many people who just jump from relationship to relationship but ultimately at some stage you're going to be alone - whether it's when you die, your partner dies, or if your marriage falls apart. "That sounds bleak and it is. There are moments of deep loneliness."

Since her divorce from Tom, who is now engaged to 26-year-old Katie Holmes, Nicole has been linked to a string of men, including rock star Lenny Kravitz, rapper Q-Tip and film producer Steve Bing. Currently single, Nicole has since admitted she is ready for love again and wants the man of her dreams to search her out. She said recently: "For the person meant to come and find me, I would say, 'Come and find me soon.'"
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Wedding belle

Kylie Minogue is to marry Olivier Martinez next year. The Flea congratulates the happy couple and expresses profound relief at the good news of Kylie's continued recovery.

A friend revealed: "Kylie and Olivier came to Paris with a secret announcement. They're getting married early next year in Oz. Since they're in Paris, they've told Olivier's family and friends the news in person."

The pair decided to get hitched after Kylie was told by doctors she will make a full recovery and, despite intense cancer treatment, would still be able to have children.
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Groove Armada: Superstylin'

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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What is Scientology™?

I am not Katie anymore!
I am a galactic ambassador!

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Elf Girl Sim Date RPG

At last something practical from "the internet".

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Loser auction

Look, while I am reasonably certain a charity auction for the First Amendment Project is a good idea, I cannot imagine bidding for a chance to have my name appear in a novel. Why not just write my own novel and name everyone in it? This bloggy world we live in should have eliminated such pathetic scrambles to be "immortalized" as a bit player buried in someone else's work. That said, I would still give rubies for a cameo on Stargate: Atlantis. That's different. That's television.

Fancy having your name on a gravestone in Neil Gaiman's next novel? Or meeting your end at the hands of a zombie in Stephen King's latest? Or being immortalised as one of Sunny Baudelaire's "utterances"? Here's your chance. As part of a charity venture, 16 authors, from John Grisham to Dave Eggers, are offering readers the opportunity to have their name appear in their forthcoming books.
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Otaku

The high otaku content of the Flea may make me a hottie in Japan. Sadly, the effect seems to be lost on Canadians (via Ace of Spades SQ).

Though Torii may not know it, he's the type of guy who's apparently all the rage among Japanese women nowadays. Much of the media is currently smitten with the country's booming otaku culture. This has, in turn, led to widespread claims that the geeks, freaks, weirdoes and fatties who, like Torii, are collectively referred to as otaku, a group once largely shunned by women, are now being seen as the country's hottest hunks. Apparently, their appeal lies in the belief that the otaku are up for a purer form of love and are the obsessive types likely to become devoted to the one gal once they've found her.
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August 20, 2005

Ladytron: Playgirl

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance with the most awesome woman in the world. I don't know how corporate the site I am linking to might be so don't want to be a bandwidth bandit. So please proceed to Video Vision for the wonder that is Ladytron.

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Girls of Comic-Con

So how about these guys here... you like these comic nerds? And more excellent questions (warning: Canadian content).

What compels women to dress up like Princess Leia, Catwoman, Tank Girl, Elasti-Girl, etc. and walk around a convention filled with geeks? Does it matter?
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Saturn's rings

Saturn's rings have their own atmosphere. Who knew? It is said to resemble that of Jupiter's moons Europa and Ganymede.

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Rent-a-cow

Asahi Shimbun
poetic rent-a-cow scheme
haikuist network.

There is something serene and soothing about the sight of grazing cows. How pleasant it would be if such a scene were common on fallow fields around the nation. Just when I had this thought, my eyes met a cow's innocent stare.

Cow's innocent stare
calls to mind my favourite
bacon cheeseburger.

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Mini Bet On Soldier

This first person shooter may proove cathartic for people who like enjoy shooting people on a weekend away from the office.

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Ashford v. Thornton

The BBC seems to think the case of Ashford v. Thornton is remarkable mainly for its establishing the principle of double-jeopardy. I think it more remarkable for putting a finish to trial by combat. While in this instance it appears to have allowed a man guilty of an horrendous crime to go free it still somehow seems a pity to have done away with the practice.

In London, on November 17, 1817, Abraham Thornton, accused of raping and murdering young Mary Ashford the previous May, challenged her brother William to settle the question by the medieval method of "trial by battel," combat with clubs. The public was shocked to learn that English law still gave some defendants the right to demand that their guilt or innocence be decided by armed combat.
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Shazia Mirza

Shazia Mirza offers useful perspective on the merits of not dying a virgin. What should just be a joke is, in these interesting times, also an act of bravery (via the Jawa Report).

I'm terrified I'll die a virgin. Not because I'm obsessed with sex. I'm not, I don't think it's that big a deal. But I don't want to get to Paradise and have to sleep with one of the suicide bombers.
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August 19, 2005

Monstrous visions

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Visitors to Toronto from now through September 28 can stop by the Japan Foundation in scenic Yorkville for an exhibition of Japanese movie posters. "Monstrous Visions: Horror and Destruction in Japanese Films" offers a roomful of Godzilla posters collected alongside more contemporary offerings such as Battle Royale and Hellevator which I need to make time to see (hat tip to the Neighbour of the Flea).

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Huckapoo: Crash the Party

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance as part of some terrifying tween brand loyalty rite.

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Coober Pedy

Coober Pedy, Australia looks like an excellent bolt-hole once the Flea has to flee Annexia. Nice opals.

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Droogle

Droogle is an innovative drinks search engine.

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Trackbacks again...

My trackbacks have been wonky for some time now. It looks as though blogs receive my outgoing trackback pings but the Flea does not register incoming pings. If anyone could tell where to look under the hood it would great if I could get the engine running properly again.

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Advertisers boned by the CBC

Canadians, yearning for public broadcasting and finding only the CBC, struggle on as the management riot reaches a sordid fifth day. Defying all logic, doubling the public's ration of Coronation Street and substituting CBC news gruel for BBC news great has somehow contrived to reduce audience numbers. Mandarins at the space fortress reply by throwing a bone to increasingly fidgety ad-buyers.

Media buyers said marketers may actually benefit from the labour dispute. That's because the CBC is making up for lost eyeballs by offering the extra spots, while other networks may post stronger-than-anticipated viewership numbers.

Still, most observers think any gains by other networks would be marginal, because the CBC represents such a small percentage of television ad revenue.

As Sun Tzu observed, best not to let media buyers remember their ad dollars are limited to the tax-payer subsidized "public" broadcaster or "private" broadcasters sheltered by regulations ostensibly meant to safe-guard state culture. The mandate of heaven smiles upon British and American reruns but for how long in a nation bereft of Wendy Mesley?

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