Monday, June 29, 2009

'How I Came to Bits' - Chapter Six of 'How I Came to Be'.

They came in with a big ugly raygun and zapped me good.

They took out the bits that did and would.

I began to disintegrate.

They put my sugars in the Tate.

I thought I was evolved.

But instead I was dissolved.

The water flowed out of me and splashed out of the door.

The chemicals crystalised all over the floor.

Thats how I came to bits.



(Copyright Peter-David Smith, Exeter, Devon 2009)

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

New Torchwood audio dramas

There are three Torchwood BBC Radio plays coming up this week on Radio Four. They will also be available to download as mp3s, but only for a limited time.


1 Jul 2009 14:15–15:00
BBC Radio 4
Torchwood - Asylum
By Anita Sullivan. The Torchwood team investigate after a strange teenage girl is arrested.

2 Jul 2009 14:15–15:00
BBC Radio 4
Torchwood - Golden Age
By James Goss. The Torchwood team go to Delhi on the trail of a dangerous energy field.

3 Jul 2009 14:15–15:00
BBC Radio 4
The Dead Line
By Phil Ford. Torchwood investigate when people start falling into coma -like trances.

These three radio plays precede the start of the new television series of Torchwood the following week.

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Monday, June 22, 2009

My Album 'Work in Progress' in a handy widget

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Le Retour De La Retour De La Retour A La Raison

Scratching Man Ray's video on YouTube with a screen capture programme.

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Work in Progress

I've got a new album up on last.fm. It's called 'Work in Progress' and has 11 tracks.

All tracks can be listened to in full or downloaded for free. Here's the link.

http://www.last.fm/music/Speculativism/Work+in+Progress

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Saturday, June 20, 2009

Misappropriations

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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Welcome to the Cabaret



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Subversions

I've started a new blog where I'm posting all my weird versions of things. It's at:

http://my-subversions.blogspot.com/

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Abstractions



Fragments of a face. Made using 'Seamless Workshop' and 'Screentoaster'. Music inspired by Holst and Hendrix. Made using Tuxguitar and Vsthost.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

A Ninth Jazzy Mix

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An Illiterate Language Monitor

'The Texas-based Global Language Monitor (GLM)' is a hilariously illiterate organisation. They call "web two point zero" a word when it is actually 4 words.

They claim that ''Web 2.0' is the one millionth English word'. Looking through their list of so-called 'words' I found they had artificially brought the number up to a million by classifying many many phrases as words.

I realise I'm a pedant but, honestly, a 'Global Language Monitor' ought to be able to tell the difference between a word and a phrase. I mean, the distinction isn't peculiar to English. All modern languages draw a clear distinction between words and phrases.

I wonder how many actual words there are in English these days. There couldn't be an exact answer, of course, because there are always words which are in the process of becoming acceptable to some people but not to others.

'Blog' - now that actually is a newish word.


References: http://www.languagemonitor.com/

http://news.uk.msn.com/features/article.aspx?cp-documentid=147866718

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Liquid Generation's 100 Best Movie Lines in 200 Seconds

I like this:

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Sunday, June 07, 2009

My Version of 'Rear Window'.

A Photographer is recuperating from a broken leg and confined to a wheelchair in the house of the present. He peeps out the windows with his secret binoculars trained forever on the house of dreams, across the street of time. He sees shadowy forms through the windows of the houses opposite and in the house of dreams especially. A Bull which walks upright like a man regularly visits a tailor's dummy. A large mechanical woman pushes dead birds into a suitcase. A little thin man with a great deal of untidy grey hair arrives wearing a grey suit and a black bowtie each day. He enters the building but never leaves. A large fat bald man in a white suit leaves the building each day but never returns. Does the small man transform somehow into the large man?

Every day the photographer is visited by a cranky but friendly home care nurse and his young girlfriend. He talks to both of them about his neighbours. After the bull makes repeated late-night trips carrying a large water cooler, the photographer notices that the mechanical woman is now gone, and sees the bull cleaning a large screwdriver, knife, lightbulb and handsaw. Later, the bull ties a large packing crate with heavy rope, and has moving men haul it away. By now, the photographer, his nurse and his girlfriend have concluded the missing mechanical woman has been murdered by the bull.

An old Army Air Corps buddy of the photographer is now a police detective. He looks into the situation and finds that the mechanical woman is in the underworld, has sent a postcard to her husband, and the packing crate they had seen was full of her many, many, many scorpions. Chastised, they all admit to feeling rather silly but relieved to find out there was not a murder. The photographer and his girlfriend settle down for an evening alone, but a scream soon pierces the courtyard when a radio belonging to a neighbour couple is found smashed. The neighbours all rush to their windows to see what has happened, except for the bull, who sits unmoving in his dark apartment, the tip of his cigarette glowing.

Convinced that the bull is guilty after all, the photographer's girlfriend slips a note under his door asking "What have you done with her?" while her photographer boyfriend watches through the window to see his reaction. As a pretext to get him away from his apartment, the photographer attracts the bull's attention by calling to him through a loud hailer and arranges a meeting at a bar. He thinks the bull smashed the radio to keep it from playing the music of the mechanical woman in the underworld. When the bull leaves, the girlfriend and the nurse grab a shovel and start digging, but find only a large rock with a pulsating, glowing eerie light to it.

The girlfriend climbs the fire escape to the bull's apartment and squeezes in through an open window. Inside she finds the mechanical woman's anchor, the sort of anchor usually belonging to a small sailing boat which she would never have left behind her if she had indeed embarked upon a trip to the underworld. She holds the anchor up for her boyfriend to see, turning it upside-down to show that she has not yet found the direction of the ground. The photographer watches helplessly as the bull comes back up the stairs, trapping the girlfriend inside the apartment. Calling the police as the bull enters the apartment, the boyfriend and the nurse watch as the girlfriend is discovered by the bull. They see her try to talk her way out, but the bull grabs her and begins to rape her. They watch as he turns out the lights, and listen as Lisa screams for help. Just then, the police arrive and also attack the girlfriend. With the police present, the boyfriend can do nothing but watch helplessly as Lisa's hands are tied behind her back, and a large ring with a ruby stone is placed upon her finger. The girlfriend mouths the words 'time time time'. The bull sees this as well, and, realising that she is signaling to someone across the courtyard, turns to look directly at the boyfriend.

The boyfriend uses his loud hailer to call the police detective, who is now convinced that the bull is guilty of something though he is not sure what. The nurse takes all the cash they have for bail and heads for the police station, leaving the photographer alone. He sees that the bull's apartment lights are off, and hears the door to his building slam shut, then slow footsteps begin climbing the stairs. Looking for a method of defence, the photographer can find only the flash for his camera and a box of flashbulbs. The footsteps stop outside his door, which slowly opens. The bull stands in the dark, asking "Who are you? What do you want from me?" the photographer does not answer, but as the bull comes for him he sets off the flash, blinding the bull for a moment. The bull fumbles his way to the photographer's wheelchair, grabs him, and pushes him towards the open window. Hanging onto the ledge, yelling for help, the photographer sees his girlfriend, the detective, and the police all rush over. The bull is pulled back, but it is too late, the photographer slips and falls just as the police run up beneath him. Luckily they break his fall, and his girlfriend sweeps him up in her arms. The bull confesses to the murder of the mechanical woman, and the police take him away..

A few days later the heat has lifted, and the photographer rests peacefully in his wheelchair – now with two broken legs from the fall. His girlfriend reclines morosely beside him, appearing to read a book on Himalayan travel but turning, after her boyfriend is asleep, to a new issue of Robots, Androids and AIs, a fashion magazine.

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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

One Mad Man

My new album is called 'One Mad Man'. It has only one track and is half an hour long.
Listen to it and download for free here:

http://www.last.fm/music/Speculativism/_/One+Mad+Man

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Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Chapter Seven: How I Came To Be A Dangerous Subversive

One year before I left school I decided to become an atheist. This was an unusual decision since I still believed in God.

However, my mind worked in an unusual way. I had reached an age where I was beginning to scientifically test my hypotheses. I set out to spend a year trying to think like an atheist. I figured that if God and my belief were both real then, no matter how hard I would try to think like an atheist, the truth would always find ways to reassert itself. So I tried.

It was a very cheeky thing to do. As an adult I wouldn't do such a thing. I would think it came under the heading of 'thou shalt not tempt God'. However, I was still only 14 and I 'thought as a child' so I tested the hypothesis.

A year later, as I was leaving school at 15, I resumed my religious belief almost as if nothing had changed. In reality something had changed. I had gained a few different perspectives on things. I had thought seriously about various different religions and philosophies. And I had begun to develop my own individualistic way of working with ideas.

I also tested the hypothosis that fairies, leprechauns or pixies might be found under bluebells. I went walking over the North Downs in Surrey, looking under bluebells for evidence of the wee folk. I figured I couldn't really disbelieve in something until I'd actually disproved it.

I began to write immature attempts at science fiction and I spent large amounts of time drawing. I drew various comic book superheroes and re-drew some comic pages by artists I admired.

I sent some of my work to DC Comics in New York and they returned the package with a very encouraging letter. They told me I did have talent but needed more experience. They also said they'd be happy to see more of my work anytime. It was one of the most encouraging things anybody had ever said to me.

I left school and went to my new job as an office boy at Rupert Murdoch's 'News Ltd of Australia'.

To read the rest of this chapter go to the main book site at: http://how-i-came-to-be.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-i-came-to-be-dangerous-subversive.html

(This is a chapter from my book: 'How I Came To Be' which is published on the internet under a Creative Commons 3.0 licence - It may only be copied for non-commercial purposes. Any copies must carry the author attribution (written by Peter-David Smith) and there must be no derivitives. As long as these rules are followed the work may be non-commercially distributed. I would appreciate a message being left here at my blog to inform me when the writings are being used elsewhere. And the same applies to all my blog entries. Thanks).

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An 8th Jazzy Mix

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Monday, June 01, 2009

The Land of Magic and Spells - part 2

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The Land of Magic and Spells - part 1

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