I assume my reputation for arrogant presumption precedes me
UPDATED UPDATE: Grr, trying to write conclusions. Mat, have you done it? how did you do it? I just want to write, in size 72 font, "READ THE F#@&ING THESIS, IT'S ALL THERE!!"
UPDATE: In my continued meandering explorations of Mat's DVD, I find that Aesop Rock sample Charles Mingus! YES!!
What a fun party, putting faces to names, blue singlets adeptly worn, Hasn't Mat gotten CHUNKY?!? But now that we've all met and touched each other's solidbody-earthperson manifestations, it's time we shrink back to clean, honest, purified, Electroworld.
(I saw someone get hit by a taxi outside Mansions after we left, got up, laughed, ran off to terrorize the night rubbing his belly, Dean Moriarty incarnate)
I just read that they're going to make a movie of On The Road* and I was filled with sickness and fear. But the director will be the guy who did Motorcycle Diaries, which I haven't seen but was supposed to be very good, so maybe there's some hope...
Just an update to the previous post, old news to Chia: when that whole brain malfunction on the train occurred, I was, strangely enough, reading a paper about how lesions in the brain can result in memory loss and inability to perform certain basic everyday functions (Phil. Trans. R. Soc. Lond. B, 308(1135), pp 3-19). Hmmm....
Another favourite Pynchon quote seems appropriate:
*- Despite what the clip says, the reading is actually from Visions of Cody, not On the Road. But anyway..
On being told that someone had given up working on his Ph.D., as he had decided he had nothing original to say, Wittgenstein allegedly said: "For that action alone, they should give him his Ph.D."Word.
UPDATE: In my continued meandering explorations of Mat's DVD, I find that Aesop Rock sample Charles Mingus! YES!!
What a fun party, putting faces to names, blue singlets adeptly worn, Hasn't Mat gotten CHUNKY?!? But now that we've all met and touched each other's solidbody-earthperson manifestations, it's time we shrink back to clean, honest, purified, Electroworld.
(I saw someone get hit by a taxi outside Mansions after we left, got up, laughed, ran off to terrorize the night rubbing his belly, Dean Moriarty incarnate)
I just read that they're going to make a movie of On The Road* and I was filled with sickness and fear. But the director will be the guy who did Motorcycle Diaries, which I haven't seen but was supposed to be very good, so maybe there's some hope...
Just an update to the previous post, old news to Chia: when that whole brain malfunction on the train occurred, I was, strangely enough, reading a paper about how lesions in the brain can result in memory loss and inability to perform certain basic everyday functions (Phil. Trans. R. Soc. Lond. B, 308(1135), pp 3-19). Hmmm....
Another favourite Pynchon quote seems appropriate:
Slothrop, as noted, at least as early as the Anubis era, has begun to thin, to scatter. "Personal density," Kurt Mondaugen in his Peenemünde office not too many steps away from here, enunciating the Law which will one day bear his name, "is directly proportional to temporal bandwidth."
"Temporal bandwidth," is the width of your present, your now. It is the familiar "Δt" considered as a dependent variable. The more you dwell in the past and in the future, the thicker your bandwidth, the more solid your persona. But the narrower your sense of Now, the more tenuous you are. It may get to where you're having trouble remembering what you were doing five minutes ago, or even - as Slothrop now - what you're doing here, at the base of this colossal curved embankment . . .
"Uh," he turns slackmouth to Närrisch, "what are we . . ."
"What are we what?"
"What?"
"You said, 'What are we . . .,' then you stopped."
"Oh. Gee, that was a funny thing to say."
*- Despite what the clip says, the reading is actually from Visions of Cody, not On the Road. But anyway..
posted by I-Rock at 7:00 AM
8 Comments:
Firstly, yes, it was great to be putting person faces and three dimensionality to a whole lot of bloggy interactions.
Secondly, I am also a bit concerned about a movie version of On The Road. The facts and places and deeds (which film is a great medium for portraying) are so secondary to the writing style and rambling journey that it can surely only become a poor mans "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas"?
PS - with my Monday morning half a brain I couldn't remember the name of "Fear and Loathing", so I entered into google "las vegas novel lsd". First shot. Hilarious.
Yeah the plot itself is neither here nor there. But not just the style of writing but the excitement and fury of Dean. Who knew it was possible to live like that??
The quality of the movie will depend so heavily on who they get to play him.
Should there be narration? I dunno. probably not, unless they could resurrect Kerouac and get him to read it.
If they got the Dean character right, and the thing was beautifully shot, it might be good. But it has to be visually arranged in a way that is analogous to the prose in the book.
Also, to match the rambling nature of the book, the movie would have to be at least five hours long.
Ian - you seem kinda edgy - is everything ok, or am I misreading your bloggy tone?
You look completely different to how I remembered, I thought you were blonde, but appreciated both your attendence and stamina!
Kxxx.
Hey Katie, just final moments of the whole big-arse thesis process.
My bloggy complaints are always (at least partly) tongue in cheek.
... I hope I looked better than remembered!
xo
I haven't attempted conclusions yet. There's always the option of using the past tense of the abstract, but that assumes you have an abstract...
Charles Mingus? Who dat?
abstract: and that would be an assumption fraught with illegitimacy.
Mingus: Gangsta jazz, which preceded gangsta rap. Known to punch trombonists in the mouth rendering them unable to play for months, crush hand of pianists with the piano lid, or pull guns on saxophonists, if they didn't play what he told them to play.
mp3 will follow.
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