Funny what you find when doing a Google search on "Kirk of President." (Oh come on, like you haven't been thinking that as we get nearer to Election Day.)

Até que enfim saiu o primeiro pôster do novo filme da série Star Trek dirigido por J.J Abrams, com novos atores intepretando os personagens clássicos da série. Na foto o novo vilão Nero e a versão jovem de Uhura, Spock, Capitão Kirk, todos com as cores originais do seu uniforme, juntando as quatros fotos forma-se o símbolo da Frota Estrelar. Aproveito para comentar cada foto e a versão jovem dos personagens clássico da série.

Pela ordem o primeiro é o vilão Nero interpretado por Eric Bana, incorrencível com tanta maquiagem, muito mistêrio cerca a história do personagem, mas o visual lembra bastante as séries e filmes dos anos 80 e 90.

A versão jovem da personagem Uhura intepretada pela atriz Zoe Saldana que parece ter tentado copiar o olhar da atriz original Nichelle Nichols, fisícamente pelo menos ela se parecem.

Fiquei arrepiado ao ver o ator Zachary Quinto, conhecido por ser o Sylar em Heroes como Spock, o olhar, as sombracelhas, claro a orelha Lembra muito Leonard Nimoy como o Spock original.

A minha maior e infelizmente decepção ficou por conta do ator Chris Pane como o Capitão Kirk, não entendi o que ele quis passar com esse olhar, comparado com o ator William Shatner os dois não se parecem nada, talvez com uma boa atuação ele consiga ultrapassar essas diferenças.

Star Trek estréia no dia 8 de maio de 2009 e até lá aguarde muitas novidades!

Also - one or more people in this video may be on cocaine.

de teaser trailer is al een tijdje uit...

leuk leuk...maar I want more!

hier zijn wat character posters met Chris Pine als Captain Kirk

Zachary Quinto van Heroes als Spock!

De dominicaan Zoe Saldana als Uhuru

en als laatste Eric Bana (van Hulk, Chopper en Munich) als de schurk Nero...(een Romulan?)

waarom dit voor mij zo intriguing is, ligt in het feit dat het geregisseerd wordt door J.J. Abrams, de regisseur van MI-3, bedenker van Alias en Lost en het feit dat her een grote hype om heen zit!
Ik kan echt niet wachten op meer van dit...maar alles is zo hush hush.
Mn homeboy Simon Pegg gaat ook nog es als Scotty spelen!

Het wordt trouwens een soortige prequel..en heeft een mogelijkheid om gruwe te worden (ik hou van innercity slang!)...let's wait it out!

Is it just me or does it have that 60's feel of the orginal series?

The pics, which are the same as the posters that will be given out at Comic-Con, can be downloaded at StarTrekMovie.com. Also, the fantastic TrekMovie.com website has put them together into one image here.

One

Fade to black

Master of Puppets

Ride the Lighting

The four horsemen

Human

Y ademas un solo de bajo de Cliff Burton R.I.P

I got word about the new posters from SliceofScifi.com which led me to TrekMovie.com and then to the official site for the movie StarTrekMovie.com. There are 4 posters but I really Zachary Quinto's look of Spock which is dead on perfect. Chris Pines as Kirk is my least favorite. Zoe Saldana as Uhura is nicely done. Eric Bana as Nero looks menacing like a Hell's Angel biker but I'm not sure what race he is supposed to represent. Is he an F.F.T.K - Flat faced tattooed Kligon???

Confira ao lado o pôster reunindo Eric Bana, Zoe Saldana, Zachary Quinto e Chris Pine. Além da primeira imagem de Bana como o vilão alienígena do filme Nero, os três tripulantes da Enterprise - respectivamente as versões jovens de Uhura, Spock e Kirk - aparecem com as cores originais de seus uniformes da Frota Estelar.

Star Trek chega aos cinemas em 8 de maio de 2009.

ACTUALIZADO

Poster que na realidade é composto por quatro posters, nos quais se destacam os quatro protagonistas da aventura.

O poster prima por aludir às cores dos uniformes originais usados por William Shatner (Capitão Kirk, amarelo), Leonard Nimoy (Mr. Spock, azul) e Nichelle Nichols (Uhura, vermelho). Aqui, o trio é substituído por Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto e Zoe Saldana, respectivamente. A estes junta-se ainda o vilão Nero, uma nova personagem da franquia, interpretada pelo conhecido protagonista de Munique e Tróia, Eric Bana.

Saliente-se ainda a forma do poster, numa óbvia alusão ao logotipo da federação Starfleet.

ACTUALIZAÇÃO

Realizado por J.J. Abrams (Alias - A Vingadora; Perdidos), o filme promete conquistar Trekkies e vulgares espectadores já a partir de 8 de Maio de 2009.

Obs. - Não há para já data de estreia no nosso país.

Fonte: EW

What do you think, is this film going to be any good, whilst not a fan of Star Trek myself the signs all seem good, maybe this will be the Star Trek film to win non fans over?

"Lose My Soul" by TobyMac
(feat. Kirk Franklin, Mandisa)

Man I wanna tell you all something, Man.
Man I'm not gonna let these material thing's, get in my way, you all.
I'm trying to get somewhere.
I'm trying to get somewhere,
Thats real and pure and true and eternal.

Father God, I am clay in your hands,
Help me to stay that way through all life's demands,
'Cause they chip and they nag and they pull at me,
And every little thing I make up my mind to be,
Like I'm gonna be a daddy whose in the mix,
And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit,
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above,
The road that is wide and filled with self love,
Everything that I see draws me,
Though it's only in You that I can truly see that its a feast for the eyes- a low blow to purpose.
And I'm a little kid at a three ring circus.

I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.
I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.

(Mr. Franklin, Step up to the mic sir)

The paparazzi flashes, and that they think that it's you,
But they don't know that who you are is not what you do,
True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts,
Yo before we part from the start,
Where's your heart?
You a pimp, hustler?
Tell me what's your title,
America has no more stars, now we call them idols,
You sit idle, While we teach prosperity,
The first thing to prosper should be inside of me.
We're free...
Not because of 22's on the range,
But Christ came in range, we said yes now we changed,
Not the same, even though I made a fall,
Since I got that call, no more Saul, now I'm Paul.
(YEP!)

I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.
I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.
Don't wanna walk away,
Don't wanna walk away

How do I sense the tide that's rising?
De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity,
How do I sense the tide that's rising?
It's hypnotizing me from living in light of eternity,
How do I sense the tide that's rising?
De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity.

(Lord what we gonna do,We're relying on you,
all eyes are on you Lord,
all eyes are on you, all eyes are on you Jesus.)

I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.
(Don't let me lose my soul, my soul.)
I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
(This is my honesty, Father, won't you cover me.)
I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
(Don't wanna walk away, and all those people say)
I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,
(Don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose my soul.)

Lord forgive us when we get consumed by the things of this world,
That fight for our love, and our passion,
As our eyes are open wide and on you.
Grant us the privilege of your world view,
And may your kingdom be, what wakes us up, and lays us down.

(Hallelujah, Don't wanna lose our soul,
No, Don't wanna lose my soul.)

Hey excuse me,
I'm looking for the after party,
Toby,
Ha ha, yeah, last door on the left, you'll hear it.
Thanks,
No problem.

Don't let me lose my soul, I never wanna walk away,
I don't wanna lose my soul,
No, no, no.
Don't let me, don't let me, lose my soul,
I don't wanna walk away,
Don't let me walk away,
Na na na na no,
Don't let me lose, my soul,
I'm never gonna walk away.

His new series Land of the Free does this to extraordinary effect. Some of my favorites:



See more of Shoefield's series here.

Problem is he had someone who loved
him that fought for his cause
and all I got is a couple cats.

no koncerta var secināt sekojošo - ja var ticēt modernajai sakrālajai mūzikai, latvijas/ latviskā sakrālā telpa ir nesakārtota, drūma, skumja, sāpju un moku pārņemta, tumša un neapdzīvojama. nezināmu apsvērumu vadīti, koŗi izpildīja dziedājumus alelūja un gloria ar dies irae izteiksmi: lēni, drūmi un apnicīgi.
kristīgajā (ja to tā var teikt) latviskajā sakrālajā telpā trūkst gaumes, saticības, prieka un zināšanu. prieks paliek kristīgās telpas ārpusē - tirgus laukumā, pagānisko gadskārtu svētku raibumā un burzmā. gaume - kopā ar zināšanām - aiz akadēmisko iestāžu sienām, tā arī nekad nesaskaŗoties ar tautu, kuŗa spiesta savu garīgumu veidot no pabirām un pārpalikumiem. par saticību mūsu laika kontekstā runāt būtu lieki - kristīgā pasaule ir sašķelta, aizmirsusi savu misiju pasaulē - tās vietā nodarbojas ar politiku un raganu medībām.

koncets atsauca man atmiņā nesen piedzīvoto korāļa Jēzus dod mums prieku izpildījumu kādā svētdienas dievkalpojumā. lēni, drūmi un minorā - Jēzus dod mums prieku. ja mēs, kristīgie, paši neiemācīsimies savās sejās un augumos nest Jēzus vēsti, nest taisnu muguru, ar prieku vaigā, stingrā solī - tad no pasaules mēs to neiemācīsiemies. koncerts tikai apstiprināja to, kā latvija redz kristietību - vai nu kā drūmu un tumšu vietu, - vai arī kā nesaprotamu mistisku pārdzīvojumu, ko nevar citiem rādīt. nekāds vidusceļš netiek piedāvāts.

Kirk Hammet had an ego.

Hetfield had the chops.

nolēmu noderīgo apvienot ar zinātnisko, pie viena izpētot arīdzan, kāds parastos grāmatu veikalos ir kristīgo grāmatu piedāvājums. aizdevos iesākumam uz galeriju centrs, rozes grāmatnīcu 4tajā stāvā. plauktā, par kuŗa esamību neviens nebija informēts, kaut kur starp jaunā laikmeta kustībām un agni jogas grāmatām atradās arī 3 bībeles, 2 krieviski, viena - angliski.(jāsaka gan, viena no tām bija precīzi man nepieciešamā izmērā). latviski - tikai bībeles stāsti bērniem, sprediķu krājumi un dažas rubača grāmatas. plaukta turpinājumā - dzīvās ētikas mācība, no kā mēs esam cēlušies, akmeņi, starojumi, dažādas vispatiesākās reliģijas, kuŗu izcelsme meklējama 60to gadu asv vai 90to gadu krievijā. savādi, ka nebija redzamas arī nekādas grāmatas par islāmu nekādā valodā. ejot garām plauktam ar bērnu grāmatām, ieraudzīju <i>bezgalīgo stāstu</i> angliski, to arī nopirku.

otrā apstāšanās loģiskā secībā - valters un rapa. te blakus tulkotajai literatūrai atradās plaukts 'noslēpumi', kuŗā redzamas dažas grāmatas no sērijas - ko nezinām par zināmo un muldašovs. teoloģijas plauktā - baznīcas vēsture. bībele tikai krievu valodā, un tikai ar ratiņiem vedamā formātā (svars - 3 kg). netālu no pavārgrāmatām - ezoterikas plaukts. ar tradicionālo saturu. ārzemju daiļliteratūras sadaļā pamanīju <i>cat's pajamas or the penguin book of cliches</i> un lielā īgnumā ieviesu to.

visas labas lietas ir trīs - dziļās sērās projāmejot, kārtības labad aplūkoju arī globusa saturu. intersanti, kāpēc grāmatas par kristietību atrodas kaut kur starp dzīvi dabā un pavārgrāmatām? šeit plauktā nebijā praktiski nekā krieviski, un beidzot pamanīju divas 1965.g. revidētā izdevuma versijas (vienu mīkstos, otru - cietos vākos), kā arī jaunās derības jauno tulkojumu (cietos vākos, lielā formātā). esošās versijas bija vismas 1 kg smagas un kā tādas - neatbilstošas aktīva dzīvesveida (omnia mea mecum ) cienītājam zauram. nopūtos un nopirku melvila <i>moby dick</i> un nolēmu gremdēties jaunības atmiņās, kad studiju gados nācās šo kultūras pieminekli lasīt mērkaķa ātrumā, pa diagonāli, jo uz visu grupu bija liakam 2 grāmatas (grupā mēs bijām kādi 50) un eksāmens mirdzēja mūsu priekšā kā slikti noskaņots saksofons.

no augstāk minētā izriet vairāki secinājumi:

a) latvieši ir pagāni tāpēc, ka viņu bībeles nav tādas, ko būtu ērti lasīt (izņemot īpašos apstākļos, iespējams draudzēs vai citās vietās, kur apjomīgo grāmatu iespējams uzlikt uz galda vai kā citādi nodrošināties pret nejaušām traumām lasīšanas laikā)

b) cilvēki, kuŗi izdod bībeles, domā, ka bībeli nevajag ņemt līdzi ceļā un lasīt, kad pagadās. citādi viņi parūpētos par pārnēsājamām bībelēm, vai ne?

c) cilvēki, kuŗi izdod bībeles, veicina latviešu tautas pagānisma nostiprināšanos.

tagad gatavojos doties vaļu zvejā jkopā ar one called ishmael. lai man veicas.

A few weeks ago, I ran across a term I hadn't heard of in the one-star Amazon.com reviews of Twilight, a term used to describe Bella Swan, the heroine of the series: "Mary Sue." Okay, bias alert time: because the series is notable for its chaste longing (and absence of sex), I assumed wrongly that the term "Mary Sue" meant something like, "Prissy, nonsexual, goodie-two-shoes heroine who is a perfect exemplar of 1950's-era femininity."

Wrongo. Damn those preconceptions, anyway.

The term "Mary Sue," according to Wikipedia, source of all wisdom (well, all of MY very dubious wisdom, anyway), is vastly more entertaining and useful than my original misunderstanding:

Mary Sue, sometimes shortened simply to Sue, is a pejorative term used to describe a fictional character who plays a major role in the plot on such a scale that suspension of disbelief fails due to the character's traits, skills and abilities being tenuously or inadequately justified. Such a character is particularly characterized by overly idealized and clichéd mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as wish-fulfillment fantasies for their authors.

I admit, I had never heard that term before, although it's apparently been floating around for, oh, the last twenty years or so, give or take. The problem is, it's been floating around in the weird and often wonderful (or sometimes freakish in a sex-at-the-car-accident kinda way) world of fan fiction, a world with which I'm only passingly familiar, and mostly because of my friend Michelle, who was the kind of person who would go to the Star Trek convention dressed in a custom-made outfit.  HARD CORE.

For those of you who are basically clueless, like me, fan fiction is the writing of noncanonical stories or longer works of fiction starring the characters from a television series, film, or book. The great green granddaddy greatspawn of fanfic is probably Star Trek, but X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, and a host of others have engendered their own sources of fan-written fiction, some of which is awesome and some of which is positively dreadful. The virtue of fan fiction is that it allows fans to explore possibilities inherent in the characters or the basic setup of the story that the writers themselves didn't choose to explore, didn't think of, or just plain couldn't explore given the limitations of television or film censorship.  Of those, my personal favorite is surely the fanfic exploration of this eternal question: What would happen if Kirk and Spock were abandoned by the Enterprise on an alien planet and Spock went into Pon Farr, the Vulcan urge to mate that must end in sexual satisfaction or death?

Um...interesting question. If you were Kirk, what would you do?

And therein lies the problem, at least for many people, with fan fiction: in asking the question "If you were in the Star Trek (or Buffy or X-Files or Lost or Vampire Chronicles) universe, what would you do?" the answer is too often, "Create a placeholder character in which I can insert myself!"

Enter Mary Sue.

From the Wikipedia article, I stumbled upon the delightful essay, "150 Years of Mary Sue" by Pat Pflieger in which Pflieger sets out the essence of what makes a Mary Sue character so incredibly annoying:

She's amazingly intelligent, outrageously beautiful, adored by all around her -- and absolutely detested by most reading her adventures. She's Mary Sue, the most reviled character type in media fan fiction. Basically, she's a character representing the author of the story, an avatar, the writer's projection into an interesting world full of interesting people whom she watches weekly and thinks about daily. Sometimes the projections get processed into interesting characters, themselves. Usually, though, they don't.

Many hate her, but she is alive in every fandom. She fences with Methos and Duncan MacLeod; she saves the Enterprise, the Voyager, or the fabric of time and space; she fights with Jim Ellison in defense of Cascade; she battles evil in Sunnydale alongside Buffy Sommers. She impresses the heroes of both The Girl and The Man from U.N.C.L.E.; she makes Ben Stone and Mike Logan of Law & Order go weak at the knees; Ham Tyler of V marvels at her strength; Jasper Jax of General Hospital is captivated by her; Benton Fraser of Due South palpitates when she is near; she rules the night of the Vampire Chronicles.

Though she doesn't mention Bella Swan -- the essay was written long before Twilight -- Pflieger's description not only fits Meyer's heroine precisely, but encapsulates so neatly a quality that I've found grating for years.

(At this point, I can hear some Gentle Readers banging their heads on the keyboard, thinking I'm about to excoriate young adult fiction again and hold up Pride and Prejudice as the symbol of All That Is Better, but I swear I'm not.  Oh, FWIW, I'm sure there's Pride and Prejudice fanfic out there too.  Naturally, I'm sure that otherwise straitlaced Austen fans indulge their fantasies involving some -- ahem -- persuasion between Darcy and Elizabeth, or, more entertainingly, between Darcy and Mr. Bingley.  The one I really, REALLY want to read, though, is Collins and Lady Catherine.)

I was just amused as heck with the Pflieger essay because as I read her description, I kept thinking of all the Mary Sues I've encountered in "mainstream" fiction over the years. Here are some of my favorites:

1. "I am Ayla, Hear Me Roar"

Okay, I loved Clan of the Cave Bear, and seriously, I must have read that book a zillion times from adolescence until a few years ago. Rich in its research, unpredictable in its plot, and haunting in its ending, it's a book that keeps grabbing me even now...and I cannot say earnestly enough that Jean M. Auel should have STOPPED THERE and never written one single word more.

It's not enough that Ayla learns survival on her own (in the first book) and teaches herself to hunt with the sling (in the first book), but Auel goes on (and on and on) in the subsequent books to have Ayla do all of the following:

• Invent the domestication of the horse, wolf, and feline
• Invent the medical practice of stitching a detached muscle
• Be co-inventor of the atlatl
• Invent rapid firestarting using iron pyrite and flint
• See into the future

2. Jennet, the Brilliant Female Scientist

This heroine of James Morrow's The Last Witchfinder is a brilliant young scientist in the late 1600s to early 1700s, and despite the fact that she's a girl, her equally brilliant, rich, and accomplished Aunt Isobel teaches her all about science, including how to read Isaac Newton's Principia Mathematica in the original Latin. Additionally, Jennet...

• Lives with the Native Americans, whom she (of course) regards from a modern politically correct perspective before she escapes from them
• Meets a group of escaped slaves on a desert island, whom she (of course) regards them from a modern politically correct perspective before she leaves the island
• Seduces the young Ben Franklin and has a child with him
• Writes a monumental scientific treatise

Unfortunately, the book owes more than a little debt to the far more entertaining (and far funnier) novel Fanny: Being the True History of the Adventures of Fanny Hackabout-Jones, by Erica Jong. Note: This book is...ah, well, suffice to say it's written by Erica Jong. Don't expect it to be a read-aloud at storytime unless your family storytime is a lot more interesting than ours is. Contains the best (and laugh-aloud funniest) catalogue of 18th-century terms for the pudenda ever written.

I know I kvetch too much about fiction, but bottom line, I guess some of my kvetching comes from the fact that I often feel cheated. I don't have a hell of a lot of free time, so when I do, I don't want to spend it reading about how delightfully charming someone is (when she's not being adorably klutzy and adored by all the men -- and some of the women -- around her). I don't really need my protagonists to be bland inserts for the reader or stand-ins for the author unless the author is prepared to deal with him- or herself honestly (or at least uniquely), not as an idealized tabula rasa on which both s/he and the reader write themselves.  Hell, I suspect that Philip Roth and John Irving have been doing little more than that for the entirety of their careers, and you can throw in J.D. Salinger on top of that pile as well, but what's different about these characters is you could never call Alex Portnoy an idealized anything, nor would you confuse him with Irving's Garp or Holden Caulfield.

Mostly, I feel deprived of a character's unique voice in a Mary Sue story, you know? Has anyone else noticed that all too often, these characters speak with a cocky know-it-all bravado that even Will Smith would be embarrassed to read aloud? Pflieger comes up with some great examples here:

Mary Sue is the toughest character who ever lived -- when she doesn't exude whimsy. Janaris has delicate hands, but Methos has "seen deadly accurate knives thrown with this hand, necks broken with this hand, and dozens of Immortals lose their heads to a sleek, savagely swift blade gripped in this hand. ... Jana was more than capable of taking care of herself." And she has, killing "one of the best -- and most treacherous -- Immortals in the Game." In Florida, Callisto has slain worse vampires than Buffy Sommers does in California: "Miami has it's share of vampires, but they tend to be more evil.'" Rowan Michaels twice slams her dislocated shoulder back into place, each time staggering and swearing like 15 drunken sailors; she almost emasculates Methos when he calls her "girl": "'Never.' she whispered in the silence of the room, as she slowly released her grip on his crotch. 'Never call me *girl* again.'" She is all-too-familiar with "that icy cold spot she always felt just before the shit hit the fan". Fearing that she's "becoming terribly predictable," she is reminded by a little nagging voice in her head that, "Predictable CAN get you dead." Her mere presence bodes ill: seeing Rowan come into his bar, Joe Dawson cringes: "'Ah, shit.' he moaned under his breath and waited for her. *This is gonna be bad.* he thought."

This is almost as wretched as the incredibly talented, born-on-a-battlefield-and-undiscovered-queen-of-the-planet Athyn Blackmantle in Blackmantle, Patricia Kennealy-Morrison's disastrous sci-fantasy roman a clef, a heroine who declared something to the effect of, "In my culture, we don't turn the other cheek -- we snatch off both of yours."

Reading that, I'm painfully reminded of a story told by one of my friends in the Society for Creative Anachronism.  We were sitting around one day when she told me that one of her friends had been returning from fighter practice when she was assaulted in a park. I now realize this was a Mary Sue story in the guise of an Amusing Anecdote. "Little did he know," my SCA friend said -- and I think she really did say "Little did he know" -- "that this mugger was assaulting a Grand Edgemistress of the Seventh Level, a Knight of the Realm..." or whatever title she mentioned (I don't really remember what it was; for all I know, it could be Knight of the Hollow Coconuts), "...and so Mary Sue fearlessly unsheathed her two-handed Claymore, which of course weighs something like thirty pounds, and said, 'Have at thee, varlet!' and he was SO AFRAID to see a Claymore -- what amounts to thirty pounds of a sharpened steel bar -- pointed at his chest that he ran away screaming..."

Blah, blah, blah...Your balls clank much?

I could go on, but I'd rather hear from other people. Whom should I add to this list? Who are some other notable Mary Sues in "mainstream" fiction?

Oh, and because I couldn't resist, enjoy this picture:

A twisting ribbon of glowing gas marks the point where the expanding blast wave
from a stellar explosion known as SN 1006 is sweeping through.
When I spotted this supernova remnant the Trekker within me cried out KIRK. It looks like the Nexus energy ribbon that had trapped a couple of ships around the turn of the 24th Century. The Enterprise-B arrived and managed to rescue some of the ship's crew members when the ribbon struck out and blasted a hole in the hull of the Enterprise-B, pulling Captain Kirk into the Nexus. 78 years later Kirk left the Nexus to help Picard stop a madman from destroying a world. Or did he? Maybe it was an incarnation of Kirk that helped Picard. Maybe the part of him that is real is still there, possibly chopping wood for another 78 years. Picard owes it to him to find Spock and try to recover Kirk from the Nexus. In a novel by William Shatner Kirk was resurrected by Borg nanoprobes to turn Kirk into a weapon but that ended with Kirk dying. Again. Something that Shatner never should have allowed TPTB to do with the character. Seeing that Ribbon on the MSNBC website made me think of Kirk and how important he is to the Star Trek franchise and I really hope Kirk is restored in a future project. We've killed him off enough - We owe it to him to bring him back while Shatner's alive.

]]> http://5.203.249.173/wp3/?p=6610 Sat, 05 Jul 2008 19:21:37 +0000 Karina Longworth http://5.203.249.173/wp3/?p=6610 Yeah, alright...that William Shatner "Common/People" Star Trek mashup spoof thing has a few things in it to make it worth recommending. It is, for the most part, edited with enough proficiency that the voice of William Shatner speak/singing the 1995 Pulp anthem occasionally seems to be coming organically from the animated Captain Kirk's mouth. Formally and in terms of choreography, there's a sort of inverse symmetry between this and the original Pulp video: Where Jarvis Cocker's arms and hips flail in complex patterns as if divorced from his generally blasé face, the animated Kirk and Spock's limbs remain stiff and controlled, while their eyes and eyebrows provide implicit color commentary. Also, recast here as the backup singer on Spock and Kirk's mating song, Uhura is totally fierce.

But it's not as good as could/probably should be. Maybe it's so inevitable that any kind of Star Trek fanfic will involve Kirk and Spock pledging love that we don't actually need to see it play out, we can fill in the gaps between an opening hint and a closing one. But that doesn't justify the fact that when this vid gives up the courtship plot halfway through –– and despite an explosion of spectacle –– it just gets kind of boring until the tacked-on pledge of manly respect coded as expression of repressed romance.

And really: How many videos based on this simple equation do we need to see? We get it: 1+1 = gay, and gay = comedy gold. Aren't we supposed to be demanding more, or is it naive to hold on to hope that media made outside of mainstream corporate mandates could possible transcend easy formula? Why are we so content to allow the agenda for the supposed counterculture of web video to be determined by the comic crutches of people like Andy Samberg?

]]> http://jamiepatersonphotography.wordpress.com/?p=52 Sat, 05 Jul 2008 08:40:09 +0000 jamiepatersonphotography http://jamiepatersonphotography.wordpress.com/?p=52

Hi Everyone,

Went out for a shoot at Mettams Pool today with Neil from Spool Photography and Kirk Hille and only one of them turned up ;-).    It was a very subtle sunrise with very little colour but I did get a shot that I like out of it.  Not sellable (well maybe as stock) but I like it any way, I'll probably post it a little later.   Anyhow this was a shot of Kirk just before he grabbed the money shot. 

Jamie Paterson

]]> http://sieveandsand.wordpress.com/?p=423 Fri, 04 Jul 2008 09:33:50 +0000 Roger Mugs http://sieveandsand.wordpress.com/?p=423 okay cease from moving
work with me and hear what i have to say
the frozen water has returned with
something completely innovative
there is a force which grips me firmly
i rap like an underwater hunting device
both in the sunlight and at dark (because it's late)
i ask myself if it will cease
but i cant be sure eh?
to the hyperbole i roll the recording device
like a person who steals
illuminate the performance area
and cover in paraffin the suckers
like a times-past lighting device
move your body
use your booty to run at the noise making device that
has good solid bass.
i'm broiling your thinking organism
like peyote
death causing
when i create marijuana like music
at all subpar can send you to jail (on a federal level)
like it a lot
or dont
you had best make up a path
hit the middle of the target
the child wont have fun with you

if there was a disaster
eh, i'd be the relief
dig my groove while my
disc-scratcher turns it in circles

frozen water frozen water infant
frozen water frozen water infant
frozen water frozen water infant

(next week tune in for a tribute to Stanley Kirk Burrell)
cannot place your hands on said area
cannot place your hands on said area
cannot place your hands on said area
cannot place your hands on said area....

]]> http://zaurs.wordpress.com/2008/07/03/imagined/ Thu, 03 Jul 2008 16:34:35 +0000 zaurs http://zaurs.wordpress.com/2008/07/03/imagined/ in the chicken run, the farmer at some point admitted that it was all in his head (see the film for more details).

and then i thought - yes, maybe it is really so - it all is in me head. i am imagined, perceived, invented etc. the virtuality is more real sometimes that reality, as the level of construction is higher thereby providing more of food for thought and perception. more of immersion. you see, relity cannot be perceived otherwise than by mind constructions, therefore the pure mind constructions do take precedence over those that are based (?) on a form of seemingly outside things.

why all this. because.

if all my perceptions were put together, they would undoubtedly result in a contradiction of terms. and this i say because:

i looked at the church nave the last sunday, at the people, sitting there. if paul and mother teresa are right, and we can see the face of Christ in the faces of the people, then Christ has a face of a woman.

or i perceive it so.

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