Early last week Jeff emerged from his editing cave shouting “final cut” and waving a shiny plastic disc. He gave it to Carl’s web oompa-loompas, who ran off to their chocolate factory to internet the nuts off it. Now, squished down to a tenth of its original size, and available for viewing on your common-or-garden computer screen is the Camp Niche web movie.
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Grok the Transition
During a brief morning web browse I came across this little article about fixing your parents’ computer. I was gratified to see that it recommends my first course of action:
Switch the system’s default web browser to Firefox
Download Firefox. Install it, and import all of IE’s preferences and bookmarks. (See previous Lifehacker feature Importing Bookmarks into Firefox for more info on how.) When Firefox asks if it should be the default web browser, click “Yes.†Finally, remove the blue E from your parents’ desktop. On newer versions of Windows (like XP), you can simple drag and drop the blue E into the Recycle Bin. In Windows 98 (yeah you know some of your parents still use it), in Control Panel choose Internet Options. On the Advanced Tab, uncheck “Show Internet Explorer on the Desktop.â€To help your parents grok the transition from the blue E to the orange fox, rename Firefox’s desktop shortcut to something more obvious, like “Internet – Mozilla Firefox.â€
Grok, indeed. Did you know it means “to understand something intuitively or by empathy?” No, neither did I.
Upstate
This week we’re visiting Courtney’s parents in upstate New York. It’s snowy and crisp out, and the light this afternoon was pretty good, so I took a walk.
Commentary
I’ve just upgraded the blog’s spam trap, so the errors some people have complained about should be fixed.
Butt-Naked Chef
I don’t know exactly how this came to be, but I remember a degree of nagging and flattery emanating from Courtney, and a degree of arm-twisting from Julie at the Co-op. The upshot is that on February 16th 2006 I will be teaching a course on how to make Cornish Pasties and Chicken Tikka Masala. Here’s my class description:
How to Eat with a Stiff Upper Lip
British cuisine is underrated! Join Liam Creighton to learn to cook two perennially popular winter warmers. From England’s rural past, the Cornish Pasty, and from multicultural modern Britain, Chicken Tikka Masala, the nation’s favourite dish. This class features meat, but is totally free from jellied eels, pickled eggs and black pudding. Vegetarian versions of both recipes will be demonstrated.
I hope no-one I know turns up. That would be really embarrassing.
Varsity Documentary
I’ve started pre-production on the Varsity documentary. Hopefully everything will be in place for a shoot on the second weekend of December. I’ll post more news as and when it happens.
The New(ish) Jaga Jazzist album is wonderful. Courtney and I are looking into buying an iMac for me to edit on. If and when it happens it will look like this. That is all.
Proof of Pudding
My first shoot with my new camera seems to have been a success. Jeff and I went to Milbrae (near San Francisco airport) to shoot a bit of documentary-style video of a seminar. I wasn’t pleased with the first day’s shooting, but I showed a measurable improvement on the second day. It was the first time I’ve shot without total control of what’s happening in front of the camera. I kept wanting to ask people “OK, one more try, please.”
Jeff has been editing the footage, and has a rough cut ready to show me tomorrow. I’ll post a link to the finished video as soon as it’s up on the Niche Media website.
Smashingly Stylish
My friend Jeff has decided to use me as the face of his Crow About Davis t-shirt range. I hope my mug doesn’t damage his sales too substantially.
Art House
Last night, after months of wrangling, dithering, and what appears to be attempted sabotage, the city council finally approved my boss’ plan to reopen the Varsity cinema in Davis as an art house cinema.
Built in the 1950s, it had all the trappings of a small movie palace, including murals and a proscenium. It’s been hacked about since then. In the 70s it was divided into two screens, then in the early 90s the council acquired it and turned it into a very dull theatre space. The murals disappeared, the seating capacity was halved, and the exterior was painted grey and white.
Cinema Treasures documents the history, whilst the Davis Wiki details what the place has been used for in the past couple of years.
All being well, over the next few months I will make a documentary about the history of the building to be shown on the night of the grand re-opening.
Speechless
The other day a customer at the coffee shop asked “Did you see that?”
“What?” I asked.
“Someone just came up to one of the tables outside, changed their baby on it, and left without wiping up.”
And bugger me, it was disgustingly true.
The UPS Man Delivered My Baby!
I’ve decided to call her Madeleine. She weighs 12lbs, or less with her lens off.
I’ll post some pictures of her tomorrow.
Peeing Statues Explained
Regular readers may have seen the movie of pissing Czech statues I posted last month. Now, thanks to Rev. Rehash, I have an explanation of their bizarreness. I love these statues now even more than before.
Coming Soon
Sometime in the next 3-7 days I will be the excited and slightly nervous owner of a brand new Canon XL-2.
Damn! I’d better start thinking of something to shoot!
Kilt Caption Competition
Dicsuss.
Portmeirion Pictures
We took Courtney’s parents to Portmeirion, a village built entirely according to the plans of one man, Bertram Clough Williams-Ellis. Not only did I find it endearingly pretty, but also fascinating to explore a personal fantasy made concrete.
Wash ‘Em
Courtney’s parents are with us in England right now for a visit and a slice of Anglicana. Last week we took them for a Ploughman’s lunch in the Farmer’s Arms, an unspoilt pub on the fringes of Birtsmorton Common. In the gents’ I was treated to a wonderful piece of rural dialogue.
The Farmer’s Arms gent’s toilet is a pretty standard two urinal, one cubicle arrangement. An ancient rural type was standing at one of the urinals, so in accordance with toilet etiquette I used the cubicle. As I went about my business I could hear the old chap mumbling and grumbling to himself. Perhaps he was attempting some kind of pep talk. He was still there when I left the cubicle. As I washed my hands he leaned over and said:
“I was always told that if you ain’t pissed on your hands then you don’t need to wash ’em.”
And the irony is that as we left the pub a few minutes later, he was the one giving me a funny look.
An Existentialist Moment
On our second day in Prague I managed to capture a little video of an interesting occurrence outside the Franz Kafka museum. Click here for a .mov file (3.7meg)
Pretty Bleak
Last month, Courtney, James, Dave and I explored the Stiperstones in Shropshire. It’s an impressively bleak landscape, and a site of scientific interest, which has peaked in recent weeks as full-sized, flesh-coloured human “heads” have been noticed growing on top of certain rocks. We hoped to see some of these for ourselves.
Prague Pictures
New Email Address
I’ve sorted out my email glitches. My new address is my first name (all in lower case) @junkopia.net. My old clara.co.uk address will be defunct by the end of September at the latest. Cheers all.
Geology Fun
Watching the Open University with Courtney late last night was the first time I’ve ever heard anyone exclaim “Ooh! Geology! Fun!” without a hint of irony.
But she was right; it was fun. The programme explored the origins of chalk carvings, including the Uffington horse, the Long Man of Wilmington and my favourite, the Cerne Abbas Giant.
It turns out that the giant isn’t the bronze-age fertility god that many thought him to be. He owes his creation to more recent history – the English civil war, in fact. Oliver Cromwell’s supporters often called him “the English Hercules,” and at Higham castle there is a statue depicting Cromwell in the classical Herculean form, bearing a club and completely nude, except for an improbable piece of robe fluttering around his delicates.
Lord Denzil Holles, a fierce opponent of Cromwell, is thought to have commissioned the Cerne Abbas Giant for satirical purposes. If this is the case, the Giant’s impressively erect phallus can be seen to mock Cromwell’s lust for power and his Puritan prudishness.
Certainly this isn’t the story that new-agers want to hear. One especially dippy website, which claims that a well just below the giant “has a wonderful feminine energy that balances the power of the male god on the hill above,” and makes no mention of the more recent theory. However, even without the scientific evidence which dates the carving to the seventeenth century, I would argue that the lines and form of the Giant are a significant clue.
The Uffington Horse, a genuine bronze age artefact, is a very abstract form. The giant bears no stylistic resemblance to the horse, looking rather like a cartoon. Political cartooning was already a common form in seventeenth century Britain. It seems clear to me that even if he has outlived his intended purpose, the club-wielding giant lives on as a symbol of bawdy satire. And as a pattern on biscuits.
Change of Address
I have just broadbanded my parents’ abode in Worcester, and consequently my clara.co.uk email address will expire in the next few weeks. I’ll be changing it, hopefully to something @junkopia.net, but I’ve had a problem setting up the email boxes on my webspace. I’ll post news on here when I get everything set up.
Packing
Tomorrow evening we fly back to England. Lovely. How many jumpers (sweaters) will I need? Answers in the comments, please.
Lemonsucker Proxy
People in the UK may know Paul Newman from his roles in movies such as Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Cool Hand Luke, or perhaps from seeing his face on bottles of salad dressing in Waitrose. Over in the US, Paul Newman is far better known. You can see his face on boxes of cookies, bags of popcorn and bottles of pasta sauce. As we’ve already seen, some US food companies put bible verses on their packaging. Thankfully, Paul Newman’s food packaging gibberish is as good as the next man’s. This is from the carton of Newman’s Own lemonade:
LEGEND: The marathon in Africa… I’m halfway out and barely chugging. Mountain coming! Liquid needed! What’s around? Water’s bitter! Beer’s flat! Gator, blah blah!… Fading fast. Then a vision-sweet Joanna!-Tempting me with pale gold nectar… Lemon is it? Yes, by golly! Lemonade? No, Lemon aid!… Power added! Asphalt churning!… Cruising home to victory! Hail Joanna! Filched the nectar (shameless hustler)-in the market-Newman’s Own.
However, whilst he donates all his after-tax profits to charity, and the products are made from organic ingredients, it’s not specified which charities are the beneficiaries, and almost all the products include the ubiquitous and fattening high fructose corn syrup. “Gator, blah blah,” indeed.