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pattern behaviour

So… It’s the late sixties, and 16mm film stocks are improving. At the same time silent 16mm cameras are getting lighter and more portable, and someone realizes that it’s no longer necessary to have an enormous crew to make films while still maintaining the minimum tolerable technical standard (which ultimately became known as “broadcast quality” – a term so relative, and rapidly evolving as to be virtually meaningless today [if some chump will broadcast it – it’s broadcast quality]). Using this discovery as ammunition, a whole slew of documentary filmmakers start making low budget “window on the world films,” where they abstain from the traditional voice of god narration, and ‘simply record what’s going on from an impartial and honest perspective.’ While some great films materialized, this movement (which became known as cinema verité) was, of course, more than a little bit full of shit. There’s no such thing as objective cinema! People quickly realized that the filmmaker’s editorial input is inextricable, and basically the movement fizzled……except that somehow, rather than disappearing, this pattern is repeating itself.

Aside from the obvious reality tv craze which I pray to god is finally breathing it’s last insufferable breath, look at what I’m doing right now!

Here we are…..It’s the…. whatever the fuck you call this decade…, and computers are improving. Digital cameras are cheap, small and readily available. The technology behind maintaining a weblog has been reduced to a process so embarrassingly simple that soon every asshole will be broadcasting each and every banal thought that crosses their infinitesimally small minds, and I fear that this is all still in it’s infancy.

And yet….here I sit….. contributing to the big mess of information that just swirls around aimlessly until it accidentally finds itself splattered across the screen of some other bored twat frustrated by having to read this instead of the article he was really looking for. Hmmm……Sorry.

T

I have taken a certain amount of abuse [almost entirely from Samir] for my alleged lethargy regarding my rather un-prolific 'blog.'

From what I understand about blogging (and I'll admit my knowledge is slight), the ideal to strive towards is some form of truth. I don't really like truth, and consequently rarely feel the need to publish it. I find myself questioning not only whether there is any real truth behind this truth movement, but also whether some of blogspot's literary heroes may have become entirely untruthful characters just to maintain an interesting truth. It could all become quite exhausting. My somewhat competetive nature (were I to become an avid blogger) would have me delving into a variety of activities I wouldn't otherwise be interested in just so I could produce sentences like... "friday night we did rails off a dead alligator's tit, and then went skydiving naked just for the fuck of it." At any rate - even if that were true, it wouldn't really be true, until I did it so much that it actually became true, and then I wouldn't really want it to be true anymore.

What is true is that samir drank some wine last night, and was concentrating so hard on posing for a picture that he made himself laugh. uncontrollably. and it was really funny.

I had some leftover stew today, and it was good - maybe even better than the chili.