early

get up early
and work hard

broken windows theory

negative space

I get up early and move
forward
I try to greet the day with
a sense of thankfulness

there are logistics involved
tasks are complicated by
the absence of my companion

in this way i find myself
with a contrariness of intent
in a supermarket
indulging in cashews and biscotti

home again
the dogs are upset
-they wanted to vote
-they wanted to shop
they argue that their intent
would have been far clearer


the sugar and the butter
sink into my skull
heavy, slow, haze

-the morning stretches out

Thankfulness?
-a cool day
-good music
-some time to jot thoughts down
-and a hint of discipline
working its way
into the horizen

recall

There was a word I had in mind

It captured the essence, the beginning
Of a concept.

But now, a day latter
With the luxury of time
It escapes me.

it was, I think,
Something akin to an apology

However, as I sit here now
Coffee in hand
White dog in sunlight
I recognise in the pursuit
A dark path

-A state of being squeezed between
-Grinding wheels
-And heavy orange light…


Its too late to turn back…

Recall

The word
that is both the beginning and the end:

“Defeat”

tread

knock across
stand
roasting in the pretend sun

falling away
into well warn tread
-circles, really

going

gone

gait

nervous pregnant
woman walks past

with an old guy hanging
off her

crumbled khakis

sensible shoes

slack gait

alternately
she is a striking
figure
-tight black top
hugging a large
round belly

wary
of the clinging baggage
hanging off her
side

like an unattended growth

earthy

One word following on
from another

awkwardly stepping
through undergrowth

sinking deeper

with each step

mud

humid

earthy

crawling

until eventually
there is no energy left
to pry each step out
so carefully

so the mud accumulates

until there is
nothing left
but prose

the story

relief

rain

a small packet of exchange

-no coffee though

A lemon tree over the fence
becons

the dogs hurl insults

and a memory of glass
is fading

insular, these moments
have no sense of
accumulation

that is the story
then

there is no story

just

small packets of
exchange

relief

rain

points

I saw a movie about
phillip glass yesterday

lots of dots on a page

isolated points

it reminded me that
the kind of meaning I best respond to
is
an
accumulation
o
f
ab
stract
ion
s

.................

I heard Malcolm Gladwell
on a podcast
say:
It takes
something like
10 000 hours
to master a discipline

or
aprox
10
year
s

...............

Mr Glass also said
-the secret is...
You get up very
early
And work for
many hours


...............

Meanwhile the dogs say

-the secret is
you get up very early
and walk us for
many hours

..............

-does this mean you're
feeling better now?

she asked

I don't know what you mean

so please translate this

into a series of points
in a
16
by
16
grid

in deep

in deep
scampering

wresting control of the day
limits me

In not so deep
trying to define the
shallow parameters...

..^..

coffee disappoints

wait for rain

dread the sun

ep 26

Conditions ep 26 from f3ilter on Vimeo.

Been a long time since completing anything. Playing with words now.

Momentum

blither forward

(lets look at this positively, shall we?)

exploring the unknown...

unseasonal cool
good for the new jacket


...
for a while there
,just a little while
I took the disjointed apparatus
out of the day
-the restlessness of space
-of fridge
(all the while resisting the couch and the cable TV)
-the kitchen floor (in a holding pattern)
-the smell of burnt rice
-an accumulation of distractions

The dogs were restless alongside me
Less out of a sense of faithfulness
then illness (they are in a holding
pattern of their own...)

blither forward

hurry,
construct another temporary shelter
against the raveges of
idol thoughts

It will surely blow away tomorrow
But for today it might just hold

Bad poam of the day

I work a strong coffee into the late afternoon.
As I chase lengthening days
-Shadows slipping seductively behind diffused light
Scattered...

I operate on the principle that something will come to mind
-Visual
-And intricate in structure.

And I will know code intuitively
the relationships
the objects
and orientations
to make it happen

And I will know that the vision is real
-not some trick of perception
(like so many 'mirages' before
movies that lack construction details)
Something that is the sum of its parts
and not the sum of its gaps...

The crema is gone (or encrusted)
-all that's left is the
black depths of a luke warm coffee

I have to remind myself
gaps
are not the same as
negative space

byrnt Kraftwork

Ep 25 and Last FM

Conditions ep 25 from f3ilter on Vimeo.

its been a while since I've post any new eps. This one is based on a very simple use of a F minor chord. With additions and subtractions to flavor.

What I've really been doing with my time is discovering new music on Last FM.

at play

Bjork and Michel Gondry at play in her apartment. Its wonderful that people like this exist in the world.

nostalgia

I'm feeling it today.
Been doing the itunes store path of least resistance thing and ended up on Prince and David Bowie... Why is it that even though I buy artists like Alva noto and John Cage, the recommendations in itunes always take me to 80's tunes?

Perhaps because I had to purchase 'Annie Christian' by Prince. I had forgotten all about that song, and particularly the line in the song that goes:

"Annie Christian, Annie Christ, until you're crucified,
I'll live my life in taxi cabs..."

20 years on and that line still strikes me as somehow abstract and profound, even though on many levels I acknowledge that the song is naive and silly.
I still remember walking around the city with the 'controversy' album playing on my Walkman.
One of the good things about getting past 40 is that this kind of rediscovery becomes possible and valuable.
What price Nostalgia?
$1.69, on itunes, apparently.

Stoner lab

Perhaps Mr C is not so much of a PC as we thought...
Check this link out

http://www.mythumbismycock.com/?ecardId=1585&cardKey=qpui6ob8tkid83sjo40s3sb7zjx07chmqzvkcwhw5px4ihduc4

who's your PC?

Because of Bioshock I had been spending a little more time than usual over at the dark side of my mac: its deformed cousin locked in the basement of the hard drive... My windows partition doesn't do much these days except work as a platform for my Valve games.
Anyway, as I was re-booting between the two OS's I noticed something a little odd. Here is my Mac dektop:

and here is my Windows Desktop:

Maeby, the younger lab is full energy and a sense of adventure and a degree of arrogance (she tries to hump anything). While Clooney is older and more stolid. He prefers a good routine to an adventure. When Mr C comes across a situation he doesn't like he excels at 'going to ground'; stoically 'sitting it out' so to speak.
In other words...
Maeby's a Mac,
and Clooney's a PC

Unlike the OS's, however, I love then both equally...

smoke and mirrors

Been away last week at dog camp... It was good to get away and spend time with loved ones.

ep 24 is up

Conditions ep 24 from f3ilter on Vimeo.

The principle of this weeks work is in reversals. I worked mostly in black and white to highlight the reversal effects. There is also a multiple phasing camera technique that I haven't used for a while and tried to make this more transparent by giving the alternate camera a visual representation at a certain point.
On the whole I feel this weeks work is too busy and chaotic (including the music), but it was fun to put together.
Peace and love
f3ilter

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