Jan. 19th, 2015

Transfers

Jan. 19th, 2015 12:00 am
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I had to reformat my external hard drive as it became corrupted but now i have transferred music files from the old laptop to it and music files from the Nexus. Tomorrow i shall transfer files from the Sony Walkman.

Unfortunately many old music files from the Western Digital hard drive were corrupted. Still, most were from sources i can recover elsewhere.
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It is decidedly chi;;;y outside as i walked down to our local post office to dispatch two CD's and a book.

I am going into Sittingbourne and i was going to walk it, but i have decided to get a bus as i have a Sheerness charity shop visit out of the way. Also, the Wetherspoons pub is selling their real ale dirt cheap because nobody on the island seems to like real ale!
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Time for a big rant. The fact that the supermarket industry is very cut throat comes as no surprise to anyone. However, due to poor performance , Morrisons gave not dome as well as say Waitrose, and hence my cousin who was getting up to 39 hours a week , and was originally contracted only for 25 hours a week, has learnt today that he is back to the 25 hours. That is a big loss of income and of course , as intimated, i am up for helping him out more financially, and i too, am finding it not that easy.

I bet you anything in the upper echelons of the company are not having to cut their hours , or if they are, still getting the same remuneration.

So, as for myself, and whatever some people may think, i will have to revitalize my GoFundMe fund raiser. I am still short of forty quid from my original target.

Also, having to pay for the custom duties on those Buffy / Angel gift freebies from the States will have to go by the wayside. Oh fuck. Fuck this rancid government. And then there is still that stupid bike thing hanging over my head, but by dint of pretending to be ill two weeks ago i did not have to do it, and is another factor that is , basically, pissing me off no end.

And yet, what do i have to rant about? The situation is worse for [livejournal.com profile] a_phoenixdragon with the threat of eviction hanging over them. No, dear readers, it is the general attitude of both our governments , and ours in particular, bent on hitting the most vulnerable with pernicious sanctions and threat of such sanctions if they cannot perform as carnival monkeys for them in keeping their benefits when the so called economic recovery has not filtered down to those on the lower scales. With less work for even my cousin, despite what the Tory twits say, is a fucking lie.

The system is broken, democracy is broken, and short of a revolution, the near future seems to be a continuum of the shit that has happened before. I do not apologize for the expletives i have used in this rant, but as a left leaning socialist, what i see happening dismays me. The bankers are swanning off with more billions of profits irrespective of performance and i ask why we feel disenfranchised?

On a personal level, i just need to find extra ways of making some money for myself. I have signed up on Ebay for one hundred free listings (ends tomorrow), so i might still be able to sell those unwanted DVD's.

Sigh, think i shall crawl under my rock now.
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Joseph Conrad "Heart Of Darkness and The Congo Diary" (Penguin Classics)






“The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky-seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness”. Thus ends Joseph Conrad's novel Heart of Darkness: the imagery of the obscured distance, the gloomy reaches of the world. After Marlow's recount of his experiences in Africa provide for him a meditation on what is light and what isn't, there is the symbolism of darkness looming in the future for audience, symbols themselves as the leaders of England and civilization. Where they are-where every character in the book is, Marlow especially--and where they go reflects their states of mind.

The binary of sanity versus madness is one of the major and relatively explicit themes of Heart of Darkness. As a doctor inspects Marlow's cranium before he departs for Africa, he remarks “the changes take inside, you know”. Those changes in mind come in response to the shift in setting, as Marlow's own mind is altered very noticeably upon his travels, eventually distinguishable from his past. His adventure begins with the rationality of an educated man searching for work in a place that he has always wanted to be, the charming, snake-like Congo River. As he goes about preparing, he is puzzled and uneasy by the peculiar behaviors of the people he deals with; he comes across two morbid-looking women knitting black wool (images of the Fates from Greek mythology), the doctor who seems awkwardly adept at analyzing the senses of men in Marlow's circumstances and unaware of any returners. He leaves, and doesn't understand anyone around him on the voyage to his destination. He doesn't see the work that he admires, and he is intimidated by the slaves laboring under chains and Europeans. He is totally lucid, and then he hears about a Mr. Kurtz. At this point, he begins to construe the natives, despite his fear of them still, and his growing distrust of his fellow Caucasians begins to form.

Finally, he arrives at the Central Station at which he will be serving, which swells the inclination that prompts the fade of Marlow's wits. In the middle of Africa, he begins to find more in common with the natives. His sole friendship on-board is with the boiler-maker (with whom he exclaims like a lunatic the need for rivets). He admires and indistinctly empathizes with the cannibals in the crew for their restraint from eating any of the “pilgrims”. And even though he has never even met the man, Marlow is enraptured by whoever Kurtz is, in what seems like the same need that in the end brought him to Africa. The closer the ship gets to the final station where Kurtz is posted, the less rational Marlow appears. When the ship is attacked right before they arrive, everyone panics, as if they didn't know what to do or they weren't expecting anything. Marlow throws off his shoes (symbols of his journey hitherto and perhaps his sanity) when they are soaked in the blood of the dead cannibal helmsman.

The climax of the journey, the novel and Marlow's mental change comes when they arrive at the post. When he would have previously thought that the heads on posts that serve as Kurtz's fence were disturbing and horrifying, Marlow is merely disappointed with Kurtz's “lack of restraint”. He confuses the distant, hypnotizing drums of the natives with his own heartbeat. When Kurtz tries to escape to the natives, Marlow threatens to throttle him instead of trying to express reason, because neither of the men, in the middle of the foreign continent, have any reason to offer. The ship leaves, and, subsequently, the men regain their thoughts. Kurtz dies on the voyage back to Europe when he comes to terms with the darkness that previously enveloped him. Marlow, however, is a permanently changed man. He contends easily with “civilized” men in England, and lies to Kurtz's Intended, in spite of his former execration for dishonesty, and his friend has to remind him to “be civil” in the middle of his account.

The various settings of Heart of Darkness symbolize the psychological drives and motivations that propel the action and the characters. Kurtz's persistence to remain in Africa, the hub of primitivity, conveys his intrinsic need for power among the natives and Europeans, disguised as the extrinsic want to hunt for ivory. Despite his initial goals of a successful career and a marriage to a beautiful woman, he is impelled to shed his “sentiments” to essentially wander the jungle. It is in the “impenetrable darkness”, in a frenzy of desperation, terror and hatred, that Kurtz comes to his senses, on the way back to civilization, and croaks from it. Marlow, at first, seeks an adventure and an excuse to go on one. He is motivated by the possibility of having a steamboat to explore the Congo enough to find a job that will give him that exact opportunity, and that desire sustains him all the way to another continent. Upon a change of setting, from Europe to the foreign, equatorial Africa, Marlow subconsciously loses his primary needs, as he comes to want to understand where he has gone and what that entails for himself and those around him. He compares the trail the Congo provides into the heart of Africa as into a center of night, and he feels the need to see something in the obscurity. He makes to the final destination, the last station, and he discovers the darkness only as he leaves, keeping the madness with him that consumed and killed the imaginary hero that Kurtz had been made out to be.

Conrad nonetheless portrays Marlow, sailing on the Thames, as an enlightened being, a “meditating Buddha” sans religiously symbolic and significant lotus flowers. The madness that destroyed the paragon Kurtz was ultimately made Marlow so much more informed and rational than any of the other survivors of the trip. His prior ignobility in comparison to the leader archetypes his friends are finally reveals that he is the ideal that no one else could achieve. Perhaps the ominous darkness the Nellie sails into is their forthcoming wisdom.


So, in conclusion, i have nailed my thoughts on the wall and can say, without hesitation, that this is a work of genius.
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Kris Harzinski "From Here to There: A Curious Collection from the Hand Drawn Map…" (Princetown Architectural Press)






From Here to There is a diverse collection of  hand-drawn maps, ranging from scribbles on scrap paper — the kind of map done quickly to give directions to a friend — to impressive works of art.

From Here to There is divided into six sections:

“Direction Maps” (those quick, scribbled maps of directions);
“Found Maps” (literally: these are discarded maps people found);
“Fictional Maps” (maps of made-up places, incidentally one of my favourite things ever);
“Artful Maps” (maps that are, as Harzinski says, “more elaborate than other maps in the archive, or works that use cartography as a point of reference” — these wouldn’t be out of place in a Katherine Harmon collection);
“Maps of Unusual Places” (a small collection of “non-geographic” maps, such as Marilyn Murphy’s “Humira Injections,” a map of injection sites on the artist’s body); and
“Explanatory Maps” (that explain concepts rather than give directions).



In each case, the real interest is often the story behind the map (each one is captioned) rather than the map’s intrisic cartographic or artistic virtues — though several maps show real achievements in art or surprisingly good cartography. In its caption, we learn that Lola Pellegrino’s “I Heard You Broke Up with Your Boyfriend” caused all kinds of trouble. But “Bike Map of Wedding” (a district in Berlin) and Chris Collier’s “Remembered Map of a Childhood World” are extremely sharp and detailed work. Shane Watt’s amazing “Empatheia” is given a full-colour two-page spread.

I love the stories that accompany the art and ephemera . . . And I realize that my ability to draw a map has suffered in this age of Google maps and instantly available smartphone directions. I totally am going to challenge myself in this area as a result of the work in this volume.
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After the chilly start i nipped over to  the island to Sheerness to do another mystery shop. The sun poked its luminous glow for awhile for me to take some snaps. I ended up in the local Spoons pub to have a pint or two of the Green King Abbott Reserve ale (6.5 % ABV) at a very reasonable price of £1.69.

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Inside i found some information concerning Magwich (Great Expectations)  and Dickens, as well as Beowolf.

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I love the boat seats in  the outside dining area. They are so cool.

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This is part of the main high street.

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And another pic of the colourful clock tower.

In the charity shop i found a DVD of the film version of David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas, a BBC double CD radio dramatisation of the Robert Harris novel "Fatherland" and these two books -



Not a bad day in the end.

Mambo

Jan. 19th, 2015 11:43 pm
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Last night i download the latest version of Virtual DJ and did a latin mix. I included latin grooves from the past sixty years or about. Here is one of those grooves, Perez Prado and Mambo No. 5 -



This could be one of the tracks i play on my next DJ gig ,that is next Wednesday the final Wednesday of this month. Enjoy.

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