Comments on: Define or Identify http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/ Thinking critically about the world so that you don't have to. Tue, 31 Jan 2012 20:25:14 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: jay http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-759 jay Tue, 31 Oct 2006 05:02:23 +0000 http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-759 On the whole, I'm pretty sympathetic to this post, but the tags are like a countdown to a kind of epileptic fit. "....Hesitating , The Future , Art , Productivity , Fatalism , Cross-culture , Identity , Society , Family , Work , Friends..." Post! Seizure! Think of the easily overstimulated, dude. On the whole, I’m pretty sympathetic to this post, but the tags are like a countdown to a kind of epileptic fit.

“….Hesitating , The Future , Art , Productivity , Fatalism , Cross-culture , Identity , Society , Family , Work , Friends…”

Post!

Seizure!

Think of the easily overstimulated, dude.

]]> By: tai http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-600 tai Mon, 23 Oct 2006 19:03:18 +0000 http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-600 Sounds like you need to break out. Maybe it doesn't happen often anymore, but it still does, it's usually better thought out than before - not to mention this time we can remember the results in the morning... Want to go sticker SUVs and jump on people's shrubs? I'll be back for the holiday acomin'... Sounds like you need to break out. Maybe it doesn’t happen often anymore, but it still does, it’s usually better thought out than before – not to mention this time we can remember the results in the morning…

Want to go sticker SUVs and jump on people’s shrubs? I’ll be back for the holiday acomin’…

]]> By: kaxline http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-596 kaxline Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:56:22 +0000 http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-596 From what I can remember, the good ol' days of yore were pretty miserable. For every manic, all-night adventure with brilliant friends who also didn't have shit to do, there were countless misfires and depressing false starts; from jobs to relationships to projects to anything that required the most minimal amount of money. It's easy to look back on those times and crave all that 'freedom' once again, but eventually you have to put the plan into action and try to move your piece across the board to whatever goal you have in mind. The trick is venturing into the world of soul-sapping financial stability and then navigating your way back to passion-town. Some people are able to do it simultaneously, most never even try. Is it more noble to be the 40-year-old still working on a fanzine that only teenagers read? Obssessing for twenty years over a daydream you had for a few months? Not allowing yourself or the things around you to change because you've reached the golden era and that's all there is? Where do your efforts lie? Where would you rather be? Let's try to get there... From what I can remember, the good ol’ days of yore were pretty miserable. For every manic, all-night adventure with brilliant friends who also didn’t have shit to do, there were countless misfires and depressing false starts; from jobs to relationships to projects to anything that required the most minimal amount of money. It’s easy to look back on those times and crave all that ‘freedom’ once again, but eventually you have to put the plan into action and try to move your piece across the board to whatever goal you have in mind.

The trick is venturing into the world of soul-sapping financial stability and then navigating your way back to passion-town. Some people are able to do it simultaneously, most never even try. Is it more noble to be the 40-year-old still working on a fanzine that only teenagers read? Obssessing for twenty years over a daydream you had for a few months? Not allowing yourself or the things around you to change because you’ve reached the golden era and that’s all there is?

Where do your efforts lie? Where would you rather be? Let’s try to get there…

]]> By: pete http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-590 pete Sun, 22 Oct 2006 18:42:02 +0000 http://hesitating.org/2006/10/21/define-or-identify/#comment-590 Had a shitty day Brendan? Super 8s are on the way back - ask Keith. Instead of filming grainy footage of camping holidays in the great woodlands of North America or catching the first wobbly steps of a child in dungarees and a mop-top-hairdo, we intend to film real things - and all these things will fall under the mantra of "21st century". 'It will be a contemporary piece for an urban audience...' the film school twat declared. Are all things "21st century" homogonous or easily defined? No. We will rely on the vagarities and apathies of the dispicable urbanites to promote our experiment. What does our 21st century film look like? Its better than Fox and its better than Searchlight. The orchestral intro has bigger trumpets and thumpier drums assaulting the ear with an HD-THX-DD-surround-ground-triple-X-aneurysm-inducing coma. We will film friends opening the door at 3pm. We will stick the camera right in their face - how real. We will have just woken them up from a blurry sleep haunted by the idiots they met at the party the night before. (A work colleague organised the party ... it was always gonna be a disappointment.) We will capture the sleep in their eye; the slippers on their feet and their waning morning rubber-on pressing their nightwear. We will go to the streets and film the things that happen to fall into the two hours of daylight remaining after an hour spent waking up and hour spent getting ready. We will document buses and parks and dogs. We will get a close up of that mangled tennis ball sodden with saliva that the overweight labrador drops on our flipping and flopping thonged toes. When it gets dark we intend to make a fake snuff movie, but realise the costume shops are closed. We resort to making a real snuff movie with a spider in the leading role. Later, we go to another work-colleagues party, but we'll leave the camera at home. We know the party will suck - it was billed as a BBQ. Conversations about tofu and Hilary Clinton ensue. I will punch that bloke in the face if he talks about real estate again. The answer to it all? A magical trip out of the city to North American woodlands to capture grainy footage of friends larking about next to a river. If we get really inventive, we can make a bigfoot tape and spend our adult lives defending its authenticity.... Had a shitty day Brendan?

Super 8s are on the way back – ask Keith.

Instead of filming grainy footage of camping holidays in the great woodlands of North America or catching the first wobbly steps of a child in dungarees and a mop-top-hairdo, we intend to film real things – and all these things will fall under the mantra of “21st century”.

‘It will be a contemporary piece for an urban audience…’ the film school twat declared.

Are all things “21st century” homogonous or easily defined? No. We will rely on the vagarities and apathies of the dispicable urbanites to promote our experiment.

What does our 21st century film look like? Its better than Fox and its better than Searchlight. The orchestral intro has bigger trumpets and thumpier drums assaulting the ear with an HD-THX-DD-surround-ground-triple-X-aneurysm-inducing coma.

We will film friends opening the door at 3pm. We will stick the camera right in their face – how real. We will have just woken them up from a blurry sleep haunted by the idiots they met at the party the night before. (A work colleague organised the party … it was always gonna be a disappointment.) We will capture the sleep in their eye; the slippers on their feet and their waning morning rubber-on pressing their nightwear.

We will go to the streets and film the things that happen to fall into the two hours of daylight remaining after an hour spent waking up and hour spent getting ready. We will document buses and parks and dogs. We will get a close up of that mangled tennis ball sodden with saliva that the overweight labrador drops on our flipping and flopping thonged toes.

When it gets dark we intend to make a fake snuff movie, but realise the costume shops are closed. We resort to making a real snuff movie with a spider in the leading role.

Later, we go to another work-colleagues party, but we’ll leave the camera at home. We know the party will suck – it was billed as a BBQ. Conversations about tofu and Hilary Clinton ensue. I will punch that bloke in the face if he talks about real estate again.

The answer to it all? A magical trip out of the city to North American woodlands to capture grainy footage of friends larking about next to a river.

If we get really inventive, we can make a bigfoot tape and spend our adult lives defending its authenticity….

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