in reply to the emails i have received about last night, it was a very big night, quite clearly. it was one of those nights that sneak up behind you and crack you on the back of the head with absolutely no warning. and i told you a while back that i wish i could tell you a story? well now i sort of have one...
so i designed this site at work, stop for a minute, in conjunction with dazed and confused and film four. the basic idea was inviting famous people and independent film producers to make one-minute long films pertaining to cultural and society-related issues. people like Michael stipe, roman coppola and kate moss are there plus quite a few nobody's really heard about. a different film was released each day throughout january so that by the end of the month the whole lot would be live. this ultimately meant i had to stay up until 12am each day to upload the following day's film. anyway, it all went well - apart from nerdy criticisms from people in the film four forum - and there was this huge party at home in leicester square in london to celebrate it. i didn't even know the party was last night until i got to work and looked at the invite and the fact it was, for me, was excellent for a number of reasons. none of it, though, is anything to do with the day. it's rare in the professional world to have any sort of celebration when a project's completed, as there's inevitably three more on the go. finals exhibitions at college are more than welcome in the working world considering their rarity. so there we were, in leicester square about to drink free beer and rum and cokes with our company logo projected six feet high over the west end. a small dream coming true. (how sad am i?) i was really proud. as we walked in, we were met by nicki, who is totally cool, and i was introduced to her friend. and i tell you one thing, she was cute. no way was a girl this good looking meant to talk to me. my nerves were dizzying me. so after a while someone came over and butted in so i decide to run away like a coward. phil, ann and steve, my fellow state folk, greet me with, "so, did you get her number" and i say no, of course, and then all kinds of encouragement, insults, jokes, prodding and "oh you look perfect together" type stuff ensues. i wonder what i've done. later on, i turn round to see bryan adams standing there. phil and ann leave, so steve and i spent a lot of money on beer as the money behind the bar had run out. we talked to all the people we knew, then all of a sudden the beautiful girl walks over to me, tells me she's going and we chat a bit before kissing on the cheek. i go to the toilet, have a few more drinks in a daze, then meet emma - who i was working on the site with - and it turns out she's her flatmate. and not only that, it was a case of "my mate fancies you". did i grin for the rest of the night? did i just look like a loon? oh yes. after hyperventilating for a while i went to the loo - whilst asking kate moss's boyfriend where she was tonight - still reeling, then go back out and sit down. howie b strolls over to and say how nice it was working with us and steve just stares. i mean right at him, mouth open, no blinking in sight. i never thought i'd see the day when he got starstruck. he says, "can i just ask you - what was it like working with u2?" i could have died. jack outcools tyler durden. excellent.
sinking faster than a boat without a hull? nah. more like "do i stutter?"
tuesday 27th february
steve, working next to me, completing some very technical coding stuff went something like:
me: "how's it going? managed to solve it yet?"
steve: "yeah, erm, no. they all work apart from the first one so i'll have to keep looking at it. i've done something but i don't know what."
me: "well if you get bored i'll take a look at it if you want me to."
steve: "cool. i'll sit on it for another hour and if i can't do it i'll give you a bell."
me: "i'm... erm... sitting right next to you."
steve: "ha ha, yeah, er, i know. sorry."
working with him is going to be a riot.
monday 26th february
me: "we got a party, we got email, we got a lecture to do-" [ beep ]
matt: "phone..."
me: "-we got ringing phones..."
my postcard arrived and funky's back so the jealousy has gone.
sunday 25th february
have you seen me lately?
i've got a white skin tan line where my watch sits and it's snowing outside. i miss rhiannon's voice, i miss surfing with funky. i miss play-fighting with 12-year old jamie, i miss the sun, i miss being pulled up by the waves and dropping back down.
i miss time on my own. i miss not worrying.
saturday 24th february
clean car, scooter shopping and a day with the b-boy lunatic. a late phone call telling us to look out the window and there they were. thousands of corn-flake sides snowballs wafting past the window like flour through a seive, almost lighter than air. today had been a dry, clear, crisp day, and now it's winter all over again. and only last week it had been a tropical summer. i hate winter. have i ever told you that?
friday 23rd february
lunch with state. new shelves. ooh.
thursday 22nd february
so i'm back and it's really early and i've not slept for about 24 hours. i feel random and aimless, an alien in my own living room. home doesn't feel mine. it's lost all it's familiarity, like when i used to ride someone else's bicycle as a kid then got back on my own and it felt familiar but didn't quite fit. i could ride it but it was as if someone had remoulded me to another shape. i wonder how long it will take to bend back to my old shape. and i wonder if i want to.
barbados, then. so much but i only want the select few. i'm going to wait. real memories take time to gestate, and i have such fresh recollections that i may pick those that aren't the right ones. can you choose which memories you remember? does it work like that or are you powerless over their emotive qualities?
whatever, but the palm tree photo is definately in and rhiannon, if you're reading this, email me! and alison, london awaits you with trepidation and nervous fidgetings.
oh yeah, and i got flashed by a speeding camera coming through croydon. welcome to london. urgh.
wednesday 21st february
mr quiet resonance is quiet today.
i think he has finally accepted his fate.
daily list
2 cups of water (per hour)
2 slices of bread (per day)
1 slice of ham (per day)
1 cup of coffee (per hour)
20 minutes of television.
you see, i am keeping him alive and well!
infact i think he is spoilt.
he says hello, well it is more of a muffled collection of vowel sounds.
i think the thought counts!
more updates tomorrow.
intrigued?
still think i am lying?
shame on you!
xox [b-sideboy]
tuesday 20th february
hello there quiet resonance people.
this is the stand-in captain of your ship.
no, this is not a case of 'mutiny on the bounty'.
it is a case of kidnapping though.
the person who writes this web site has been captured by me.
even now, whilst i write this he is dribbling over his gag, which is purely a measure of safety so that he is incapable of speaking.
he is comforatble and in no pain.
the bleeding and nausea has subsided.
do not worry, i will help him to get through this.
here he is:
am i lying? am i really mark?
the answer is no, and no. i am tyler. the person he most feared to become.
the person he has been kept locked in the barrage of his mind.
i shall report for you, on a daily basis, his status.
watch this space.
xox [ b-sideboy ]
[with regard to the work hufster, it is all going well, the retro is done (so far). although stephen wants a few major changes that he can't have. the trailors are almost done, and the music player is on hold at the moment. all is well].
tuesday 6th february
dear you,
the morning i woke in my parents' spare room after dreaming i was asleep singing perfect blue buildings i promised to upload what i saw. apologies for the laziness and here they are:
the apple tree in our back garden.
the hedge, sugar-coated and lazy.
the view from mum and dad's front door.
and as a bonus, there are also these:
a weird camera blur thing. sketchbook fodder, anyone?
my lounge (note the ec1 media painting above the fireplace!)
funkstar deluxe and the best man. nobody in sight, the top of the slope and a lump of fibre-glass strapped securely to your feet. look at how happy we are!
happy birthday lou. do i get another kiss? and congratulations matt for news of imment fatherhood! well, well, well. what a day!
lots of love,
hoofa
x
monday 5th february
do you sometimes think you should be dreaming?
whilst walking down bishopsgate there was a police car with an impressive seven aerials on it's roof. apart from looking at it in a daze i wondered if they could receive cable tv.
soundbites of today:
1. it seems the circus is falling on it's knees.
2. a 1-minute idea turned into a working sketch:
3. and this is really weird. sometimes rankin seems to have an eye instead of a
brain.
4. sometimes, do you ever think you should be dreaming?
sunday 4th february
steve and i saw a beautiful couple kissing thier goodbyes through laughter, tickling, sadness and seriousness all in the space of the lights turning green. he said, 'that's love'. he could be very wrong but that would make it even more amazing.
satuday 3rd february
waking up alex on his birthday weekend in brighton, him not expecting us. i always upgrade the amount i missed him when i see him.
friday 2nd february
< image to come >
thurday 1st february
...love the children, learn to live with every thing."
the fourth person at the table, jefferson, couldn't make it to the oxo tower for cocktails or food. he had flown to new york to see his girlfriend, kate moss, in a hurry. and yes, i do mean kate moss the supermodel. links to me how, you wonder? well, firstly jefferson, the meal etc.and secondly, this site (that i did) which she may or may not make a one minute film for, if you must know. i love my life. so near to stardom but so far.
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