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you've got the moves
Thursday, 10 July 2008 09:00 amIn the Department of Hah! the Fools! the tally of random things stolen by the Common or Garden Sock-Pawed Burglar has risen to include the One Ring replica which was attached to a bookmark a friend gave me. Since the idiot burglars rejected all my jewellery, which is uniformly silver, I can only assume they naively thought a fake gold Tolkien artefact had more resale value. I find this misapprehension strangely endearing.
Further entries in this department: when I logged on to Take2 to change my password, they tried to sell me a copy of Jumper. Tchah.
In sharp contradistinction, the latest issue of Student Life, arising phoenix-like from the flames of its previous incarnation, features a somewhat kick-butt DVD with music videos from about twenty South African bands. By and large these are actually damned nice, good quality, well made, interesting visuals, and enough solid rock/alternative sounds to keep me happy - I can always skip the rap. The video that made me laugh until I choked, however, was by Howard Roarke, an emo-aspected indie rock outfit with a punk-edged lead shouter rather than singer. The whole music video is set in the church hall of what is clearly a small Afrikaans town (actually Paarl, I think). Rural Afrikaans couples line the wall, looking all American Gothic. Their expressions of incredulity, shock and confusion as the band gets going are a joy to behold, as is the spectacle of an entire hall filled with dancers gradually taking the floor to do langarm sokkie to modern rock sounds. Some of them seriously get down and boogie, too. Apparently only the stage-dive at the end was staged, the extras are all sokkie hobbyists, and their responses are genuine. I could go on about clashing cultural discourses and unlikely juxtapositions, but mostly this is just fun.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was being taken out to dinner in an underground fish restaurant by Tony Stark. Access was by a trapdoor in the middle of a forest clearing. The food, cooked by him, was good.
Further entries in this department: when I logged on to Take2 to change my password, they tried to sell me a copy of Jumper. Tchah.
In sharp contradistinction, the latest issue of Student Life, arising phoenix-like from the flames of its previous incarnation, features a somewhat kick-butt DVD with music videos from about twenty South African bands. By and large these are actually damned nice, good quality, well made, interesting visuals, and enough solid rock/alternative sounds to keep me happy - I can always skip the rap. The video that made me laugh until I choked, however, was by Howard Roarke, an emo-aspected indie rock outfit with a punk-edged lead shouter rather than singer. The whole music video is set in the church hall of what is clearly a small Afrikaans town (actually Paarl, I think). Rural Afrikaans couples line the wall, looking all American Gothic. Their expressions of incredulity, shock and confusion as the band gets going are a joy to behold, as is the spectacle of an entire hall filled with dancers gradually taking the floor to do langarm sokkie to modern rock sounds. Some of them seriously get down and boogie, too. Apparently only the stage-dive at the end was staged, the extras are all sokkie hobbyists, and their responses are genuine. I could go on about clashing cultural discourses and unlikely juxtapositions, but mostly this is just fun.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was being taken out to dinner in an underground fish restaurant by Tony Stark. Access was by a trapdoor in the middle of a forest clearing. The food, cooked by him, was good.
