Drinks After Work

Bye bye baby, bye bye.. bye bye..

2008-11-11T16:25:00.003+13:00

Oh hey.. this blog is closed now. 4 point something years, 600 and something posts, more than 50,000 readers... I think that's enough. Anyway, I hardly ever have drinks after work any more, so...

The good news is that I have started a new one: Photos Of My Cat. While there will certainly be photos of my cat featured, the title may not be entirely ingenuous. I will also be keeping up the intrepid music journalism on the Foxy Digitalis blog.

Cheerio.

Food pr0n

2008-09-03T12:07:00.002+12:00

From Vulcan Cafe, in Vulcan Lane in downtown Auckland City, you might avail yourself of the following:

Be wary though, for it's possibly a traaaaaaaaaaaaap!

Cat pr0n

2008-09-03T12:01:00.004+12:00

This foxy beauty currently lives in the SPCA in Rotorua.

I shall have her, I tells ya... and I think I shall call her Sammael.

Madness

2008-08-22T18:15:00.000+12:00

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

Perhaps to be too practical is madness
To surrender dreams – this may be madness.
To seek treasure where there is only trash.
Too much sanity may be madness.

And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as is should be.

-- Miguel de Cervantes

Baaaaaaaa

2008-08-04T19:33:00.003+12:00

Oh yeah, I shaved all my hair off.

Here I am shorn and cold (note: nipple-tasticness!) / performing an impromptu-Marty Feldman (how the fuck can there be no pictures of him on the Wikipedia page???) impression / demonstrating how one side of my face is paralysed and I can no longer smile properly / or without scaring children.

In the background you can see The Golfer, one of my favourite-ever paintings of mine that I have done ever, even though I look at it now and all I can see are the things that are wrong with it.

I've got some drawings in a group drawing show at ROAR!. The opening is on Thursday night; there's more detail here. The drawings are 'excerpts' from this series which is known as Storyboard for the Movie of the Making of Heroic Cocks Nos. 1 - 3.

get ready for the future, it is murder

2008-08-04T19:19:00.005+12:00

The Stumps played the other night.

(photo by Robyn; there're more here.)

We played with The Aesthetics, who do and did rule hard. They are fronted by Matt Middleton (the also-amazing Crude); Matt recently posted a review of the show on his blog:

the Stumps performance was ideal for the headline act, and even more so - they were mind-blowing...a whirlwind. Loosely their sound is Heavy psyche - with that crazed amphetaminized guitar sheen,,with that unpredictable improv shock, like Eye they were vortex music but with a chunky post-rock approach. 'Twas evokation music. 'Don't mess with shit you don't understand man..' ..Visuals played a very strong part : behind them was the film 'God Damn Religion' by Sun City Girls' Sir Richard Bishop : a flick-thru/slide-gallery/fast-paced compendium of static full colour images gleaned from the dusty annals of ancient religion, both east and west - hells, devils, demons, hindu hells, tibetan hells, torment, christ's torment: a real bias t'wards the dark side methinks. All up a mad soiree.. I am now a Stumps fan.

We hardly ever get reviewed, so to get a review like this is fucking terrific.

Doan harass me for not behavin' correkkt when I only wantta slide mah arm roun' yr neck

2008-07-31T16:03:00.003+12:00

In other news, after spending months twatting on about mai new house, lo and behold I need a new house. I also need a new painting studio. These two things may be at the same property, or they could be at different but relatively adjacent locations. I'd like both to be in Newtown, but that's up for negotiation. If you're reading this and you've got a lead on a good studio, or a flat and/or a useful garage or a shed/sleep-out kinda thing PLEASE let me know. Ugh.. is any of this making sense? My heads in a bit of a spin...

Kode9 - Victims (feat. The Spaceape) (2.63 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

... from Kode9 and the Spaceape's amazing Memories of the Future album.

Five broken hearts can't be wrong

2008-07-31T13:08:00.002+12:00

Possible candidate for best Dinosaur Comics ever...

(Previous props...)

Try to take Dawn Raid away from me and I'll show you the G in me!

2008-07-29T16:27:00.002+12:00

Characteristic humourlessness from the anti-anti-terrorism raids lot:

You can distinguish this from the previously reported "non-tagger tagger" guy because that guy was funny.

Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes

2008-07-23T11:49:00.003+12:00

Now that the Asian Haven in Millward Street is going to be diversifying into haircutting...

I might pop in there for my next trim. I trust it'll cost a little less than their standard rates, too (30 Minutes : 100$, 1 Hour : 140$).

Stuff: Brothel may offer fringe benefits (ho ho ho)
Clients of a Newtown brothel could soon purchase extra services from its menu, with plans afoot for a hair salon to open in the bordello.....

I formed my own society to crush the bear of fecundity

2008-07-22T16:34:00.003+12:00

In news just to hand...

...three British Court of Appeal judges have ruled that manboobs (or "moobs") are not sexually alluring (story via Metrosexual).

The legal minds had to make the judgement after a man was convicted of voyeurism after filming another man's top half at a public swimming pool.

Ahhhh.. I think we know better, don't we dear readers.

And red mutant eyes gaze down on hunger city

2008-07-21T13:06:00.003+12:00

There's been a run on:

Taggers in pink while cleaning up their work
Forcing taggers to wear pink vests as punishment reduces tagging, says Eastern Suburbs Community Constable Theo Gommans. But councillor Iona Pannett said the scheme was akin to Nazi Germany's persecution of gay men during World War II and would reinforce prejudice against gay and lesbian people.

Pink Vests for Taggers Divisive
The Wellington community police constable who is making taggers wear pink vests as punishment has prompted alarm from the youth group OUT THERE.

“Wearing pink tagger vests draws on homophobic fears of wearing pink, and the whole concept of embarrassing young people rather than strengthening them is appalling.” said Nathan Brown, National Coordinator of OUT THERE, a youth development organisation for non-heterosexual and transgender youth.

UPDATE
Stuff: Anti-tagging crusader-cop Theo Gommans nominates himself for Intellect of the Year 2008: Gommans said the culprit did not fit the usual tagger's profile. "I put money on the idiot who has done this is not a tagger. Taggers do it for their own fame; this guy is just a clown who wanted to be a smartarse."

Y'think? Cos, like, "Vest Wanted" is an awesome tag, tru dat 4 realz.

The perverse irony is that the culprit is surely now more famous than any tagger would ever hope to become.

It’s good to be an alien

2008-07-04T18:20:00.004+12:00

Rudy Rucker has a blog!

Yep.. Rucker, mathematician and the greatest living Sci-Fi (science fiction/speculative fiction/cyber-punk) author (and 2nd greatest all-time behind Philip K Dick) has his own blog. It's a super-fun read.

Rucker is probably best-known for his -Ware tetralogy:

Cobb Anderson created the "boppers," sentient robots that overthrew their human overlords. But now Cobb is just an aging alcoholic waiting to die, and the big boppers are threatening to absorb all of the little boppers--and eventually every human--into a giant, melded consciousness. Some of the little boppers aren't too keen on the idea, and a full-scale robot revolt is underway on the moon (where the boppers live). Meanwhile, bopper Ralph Numbers wants to give Cobb immortality by letting a big bopper slice up his brain and tape his "software." It seems like a good idea to Cobb.

"Delightfully irreverant. . . This is science fiction as it should be." (reviews via Amazon.com)

Humans created the sentient robot "boppers," but now it's the boppers who have started creating humans. Clones and DNA-splicing have spawned the meatbop, a human body infused with the software (the mind and personality) of a bopper. The meatbops are interested in propagating down on Earth, but that might not be so good for humanity (the boppers have a nasty habit of enslaving humans, actually). When a couple of (reasonably) innocent humans get tangled up in the bopper's machinations on the moon, it's time to drag out the stored mind of bopper-creator Cobb Anderson and see if he can help.

"A genius. . .A cult hero among discriminating cyberpunkers" (reviews via Amazon.com)

In Wetware the chip mold virus destroyed the sentient robots called boppers. But the virus itself has spawned a new life form called moldies. The moldies are beings made out of a sort of malleable plastic called imoplex. Humans and moldies live in an almost-amicable truce, but radicals (and not-so-radicals) on each side wouldn't hesitate to use--or destroy--those on the other. When a moldie called Monique becomes ensnared in a grand plot that seems to be either the work of anti-moldie humans or anti-human moldies, everyone becomes involved in an effort to either save or destroy the Earth.

In hip, staccato language, the master of cyberpunk (e.g., The Hacker and the Ants, Avon, 1994) merges California surfer culture with a tale of 21st-century artificial plastic and mold lifeforms. The intertwined lives of Heritagist fanatic anti-Moldies, the Moldies' inventors, human "cheeseballs" who have sex with Moldies, and isolationist Moldies on the Moon enliven this fast-paced tale of kidnapping and alien takeover. (reviews via Amazon.com)

Philip K. Dick Award-winner Rucker concludes his satirical SF "Ware" tetralogy with Phil Gottner's discovery that his father has apparently been swallowed whole by a "wowo," a multidimensional holographic toy. This is the first event in a series that will change his life, and Earth, forever. Phil breaks up with his girlfriend to follow exotic Moon-born Yoke Star-Mydol to Tonga, where she meets a group of aliensDMetamartians from MetamarsDliving deep underwater in the Tonga Trench. It turns out that Yoke's mother, Darla, and a woman named Tempest Plenty were also swallowed by a multidimensional creature on the Moon several months ago. The Metamartians explain that the hungry entity is really their god, Om, who reaches into three-dimensional space to capture humans for study. The gift of an "alla" from Om and the aliens allows Yoke to create anything she can visualize using "realware," based on the advanced science of direct matter control. Soon enough, the secret of the alla spreads to others on Earth and predictable problems ensue. Meanwhile, Phil is captured by Om and reunited with his father, as well as with Darla and Tempest Plenty, somewhere in the fourth dimension. Rucker's cheerful ingenuity with biotech gadgetry and applied mathematics is in direct contrast to the book's [endearingly] simplistic plot and resolution. (reviews via Amazon.com)

I love these books so much; I'll recommend them to anyone.

Also: Rudy Rucker's home page.

Eyes without a face update

2008-07-03T16:15:00.003+12:00

Yesterday I posted about the face-less people:

Turns out it is a viral marketing campaign for a fucken car or something. Yawn. Like dlisted sez,

They're lucky that they haven't creeped up on the wrong crazy bitch who would take that faceless mask and shove it up their faceless ass.

Yerp.

Blues, hollers and hellos

2008-07-03T14:11:00.003+12:00

Update on the painting (stink photo again, goddammit). It's called Never had a name. (I know this because I found this scrawled on the back of it in pencil.) I started it in 2002. It'll be good to get it finished and out of the way.

o o o

This is a track from an album by a band called Tinariwen. They're Touareg minstrels from the desert in North Africa. I'm in the middle of reviewing their most recent album Aman Iman (Water is Life) for Foxy Digitalis.

Tinariwen - Tourmast (3.04 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, the gigolo pool

2008-07-02T16:18:00.005+12:00

Oh, creepy. People with no faces.

From dlisted (thanks to Kathy). Possibly something to do with Anonymous (I'm apathetic); possibly something to do with hating on Scientologists (now you're talking).

Billy Idol - Eyes Without A Face (3.38 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

You know, I REALLY don't remember that middle eight -- crafty Mr. Broad, huh. Or perhaps I just remember the single/radio edit too well. It's pretty awful either way and I'm glad when it finishes and gets back to the main song bit.

Who cares. Great tune. God bless Billy Idol -- at least he managed to do one thing right, once.

I'm one of these monsters numb with grace

2008-07-01T12:43:00.013+12:00

Yeah, whoops.. sorry about that. I've not been paying much attention to the blog for a few days; been spending a lot of mental energy on getting working on a new series of paintings.

To that end I've begun to finish-off a painting (left) which is a gift for a friend. The photo is a but washed-out and blurry sorry -- that's down to the poor light*. Also, don't worry -- I haven't gone mental. All that scratchy-scrawly stuff around the cactus is just under-painting. More on this one soon, I feel.

So to get underway on the new series I gotta clear the decks a bit. In addition to finishing this painting, I gotta:

Find my bloody gun stapler. I'm stumped by the disappearance of this -- I have all the staples, just not the stapler.
Remember who I lent my DVD of My Best Fiend to and get it back off them and watch it again to remind myself of some of the visual themes I wanted to develop but never went anywhere with or even jotted down or sketched last time I watched it.

*Note: I support the environmentally-concious rationale behind stopping the sale of incandescent bulbs, but it's going to suck for painting at night. Really, really suck.

Philip Guston would possibly agree:

Philip Guston Studio, 1969 (via Arthistoryarchive.com)

Philip Guston Bad Habits, 1970 (via National Gallery of Australia)

Philip Guston Painting, Smoking, Eating, 1973 (via Arthistoryarchive.com)

Philip Guston Pantheon, 1973 (via Arthistoryarchive.com)

Philip Guston Head and Bottle, 1975 (via Arthistoryarchive.com)

Philip Guston Story, 1978 (via Artnet.com)

All images are sourced from other sites; please click on the links to further investigate these valuable online resources.

Fuck he's good, aye?

Here's my contribution fwiw:

Stephen Clover Are You Digital?, 2003

Every kayaker needs a compass

2008-06-26T18:10:00.006+12:00

Tonight there was quite definitely the sound of a cicada coming from the bush under the sign by the carpark outside the Newtown Sportsbar and liquor store.

I shit you not.

One solitary cicada, months out of season, rubbing his little noisemakers and exhibiting a longevity that would do a centennarian proud.

I really wanted to stop and say something to the plucky little blighter. "Look, what are you DOING? It's the middle of winter. GET BACK TO BED!"

Instead I played him some Glen Brown out of my headphones.

Glen Brown and King Tubby - Father For The Living Dubwise (1.86 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Didn't shut him up, though.

Date Leg Amputees In Your Area

2008-06-24T17:31:00.003+12:00

Poking around on a friend's blog today, I kept getting targeted advertising for an amputee dating site.

Date Leg Amputees In Your Area

it said.

So after seeing the advert several times, I thought "fuck this, I'm signing up right now" and clicked the link.

AmputeeDate is a dating site for amputees, ex-wannabes, need-to-bes, devotees, wannabes, pretenders and admirers looking for true love, friendship or any kind of relationship with amputees.

Rightaway I was struck that I had been had by obviously-false advertising. Jane (pictured) has her two original legs, but a prosthetic-arm.

But between you and I, I'm not that upset about it. Who knew that I would find a dating site devoted to my fetish? I'm gonna register as a devotee, a pretender, an admirer, and a need-to-be -- and I'm expecting to find a love-match within days.

Woke up this morning, first thing I saw was the devil

2008-06-24T16:54:00.007+12:00

The other day I was listening to the Pressure Sounds website -- you can do that -- listen to the Pressure Sounds site, I mean -- when you go there it starts streaming a hand-picked selection of choice reggae and dub cuts right to your desktop -- and normally I hate that sort of thing, but the tracks coming off of the Pressure Sounds site are so damn good that you have to smile and love it -- and so anyway I was browsing around and the sun was streaming through the window and warming my back and and I'd actually finished surfing their site and I was lying on my bed in the sun like a torpid cat and the tunes were washing over me and then I heard something that quite literally made my jaw drop.

Keith Hudson -- aka the "Dark Prince of Reggae" -- has long, long, long time been one of my favourite reggae/dub music producers, and I've got -- or at least heard -- most of his recorded output.

However.

I ain't never heard this one:

Keith Hudson and the Soul Syndicate - Ire Ire (4.68 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

The track is from his album Nuh Skin Up Dub, from 1982. A huge, spacious production along with sparse snippets of Keith's brooding, darkside vocals and some fresh instrumental approaches give this music a unique aura. Like I said, my jaw dropped. This is an essential disc for lovers of the deep.

And good news: Pressure Sounds have reissued the album on vinyl and CD. They're selling it for an almost-ludicrously low price, too.

The Audio Foundation (again)

2008-06-23T20:06:00.004+12:00

Four years ago I posted about the fledgling Audio Foundation website.

Four years on and they're still going strong, true to their mission to "support, promote and preserve innovative audio culture in NZ". What's even better is that they've recently relaunched with a new a vastly superior website.

Check out the seht page; there's audio and everything. I am committed to regularly uploading new tunes and sketches on an ongoing basis. Sweet.

Music, Martinis And Misanthropy

2008-06-23T16:15:00.004+12:00

I was fairly chuffed to discover, via a search from Poland, that Drinks-After-Work is the third-ranked Google result for "music martinis misanthropy download blog".

My suspicion however is that the searcher was looking for a download for the 2001 album Music, Martinis And Misanthropy by American musician and possibly all-round dodgy-bastard Boyd Rice (right).

Oh well.

Gonna hunt you like an, uh, uh, animal

2008-06-19T12:07:00.002+12:00

It's pretty awesome that Def Leppard are still touring. Fuck, it's pretty awesome that they're still taking their shirts off, too.

Check out all the action at the contemporary Def Leppard concert photos blog.

So take off your hard hats boys, in a moment of silence

2008-06-19T11:36:00.002+12:00

The night after the fog, everything was back to normal. Five second exposures at f2.8, looking west:

... and north:

The green light looks great on these long burns.. of course it's not green to the naked eye, but you can only really successfully "white balance" for one kind of white light at a time, right? Unless you wanna go "automatic", which I didn't.

Iggy Pop - How Do Ya Fix A Broken Part (1.96 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Another track off New Values, which I seem to keep on coming back to.

No more leaky holes in your brain, and no false starts

2008-06-17T18:01:00.004+12:00

At the bus station, they have powerful spotlights set into the ground and which point upwards, illuminating things with their powerful powerfulness. When it's late at night and you're waiting for a bus and you're very bored, you can play about with them; for example, you can block them partially with your feet and pull faces:

You can also photograph yourself doing this, to the loud amusement of the attendant deros.

o o o

Thom Yorke out of Radiohead put out an album a couple of years ago. It's called Eraser. I really really like it, although -- notoriously (want a better link? Try Google) -- not all Radiohead fans feel as I do. Atoms For Peace is one of my favourite tracks from the album.

Thom Yorke - Atoms For Peace (3.58 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)