Archive for January, 2005

Springing Back to the Dark Ages

I’ve been amazed & appaled by the recent “Christian” protests against the BBC’s airing of Jerry Springer the Opera, and was even more shocked this morning when I heard that some of the protestors had started threatening violence.

A couple of times in the last fortnight I’ve heard a joke by Bill Hicks. It seems very apt:

…I did that joke in Alabama, and these three rednecks met me after the show. “Hey buddy, c’mere. Hey Mister Comedian, c’mere.” Yeah, I love that move (makes shoving motion) “C’mere!” Not a physics major, I think that’s a safe bet. “Mister Funnyman, c’mere. Hey buddy, we’re Christians and we don’t like what you said.” I said, “then forgive me.”

There seems to be an increasing atmosphere of religious intolerance (that is, intolerance by the religious) which threatens to become like some of the worst bigotry of small-town USA or mountain-hideout Afghanistan. Coupled with the proposed new blasphemy law and the fact that the play Behzti (Dishonour) was recently taken off stage in Birmingham because of the actual violence of a group of Sikh protestors, something very sinister is going on. Could we be heading for a new dark ages?

It’s tempting to respond in kind, and when I spotted a clearly mentally sub-normal woman in the town centre on Saturday, propped up against a shop wall holding a scrawled piece of paper which read “BBC are sinners. Ban Jerry Springer blasphemy”, I felt like going up to her and punching her for daring to express a view which I found so offensive. But of course this is not the answer, we must do as Muriel Gray says in an extremely well-written article for the Sunday Herald. We must say:

Like the breast-beating, ignorant, woman-hating and gay-hating ruffians who desecrated our temple of free speech, you shame yourself to the very core, sir. But as civilisation and decency dictates, I will always defend your free, open and secure right to do so.

More Acting

I finally got around to plugging my video camera into the new PC, and downloaded clips from the play. Unfortunately I only managed to grab the tape of the last night before my battery ran out, and I can’t find the power adapter anywhere. Although the acting & make-up were a lot better than on the other tape (which was from the dress rehearsal).

Becca, who filmed it, was roped in literally at the last moment (actually once the play had started - the tape doesn’t begin until about five minutes in) and I didn’t have time to show her the set-up. For the first ten minutes or so she is struggling to fix the camera onto the tripod, unaware that I still had the vital clip stuck on the bottom of my still camera. During that period there’s a bit of following people around stage, some nice close-ups, and a lot of shots of peoples bodies, legs and feet. After ten minutes or so, she gives up and pans out to the whole stage where she remains for the rest of the play, until about halfway through the second half where the jumped up assistant theatre manager spotted her and ordered her to switch the camera off. So, all in all, not a very successful night’s filming.

But there are some very worthwhile bits on it. Watching myself act is torturously painful: I’ve got some nice moves and expressions, but my voice seems completely wrong for my role. Still, I can learn a lot from it if I can only bring myself to watch it all (I haven’t yet, not even a fraction of it).

Anyways, I got around to playing with Premiere. It’s almost as much of a pig as I remember, especially trying to export web quality video. Exporting to Quicktime, Windows Media or Real Media is now fairly straightforward, there’s oodles of presets, but if you want to do an MPEG (which I would like to as it’s still the only really cross-platform solution) then you need some kind of degree in astrophysics, or something. If I live to be 300 I will never work it out. So I copped out and tried the other formats: Real I will not touch with a bargepole because every time I let a piece of that company’s shit software come near one of my machines I end up regretting it; Quicktime for some reason gave me a 5.5Mb file for my 37 seconds of video; and Windows Media, with slightly lower quality settings, gave me a file just over 1Mb which was actually hugely better in quality than the Quicktime version. So I plumped for that one. Have a look and see what you think of my acting (I’m the funny one on the right). Oh, and given the above rambling about camera work, I’m sure you can excuse the fact that I start the clip headless. Oh, and here’s another clip from slightly further away.

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Working Ferrets

I love Amazon’s recommendations. I was just browsing Slavenka Drakulic’s book and they suggested that I buy a copy of this. (I can only presume because I was earlier looking at The House Lurcher)

Slavenka Drakulic

I just listened to A Good Read on Radio 4. They mentioned (and praised highly) a book They Would Never Hurt a Fly by Slavenka Drakulic. I absolutely must get hold of it. The Amazon synopsis:

Slavenka Drakulic attended the Serbian war crimes trial in the Hague. This important book is about how ordinary people commit terrible crimes in wartime. With extraordinary story-telling skill Drakulic draws us in to this difficult subject. We cannot turn away from her subject matter because her writing is so engaging, lively and compelling. From the monstrous Slobodan Milosevich and his evil Lady Macbeth of a wife to humble Serb soldiers who claim they were ‘just obeying orders’, Drakulic brilliantly enters the minds of the killers. There are also great stories of bravery and survival, both from those who helped Bosnians escape from the Serbs and from those who risked their lives to help them.

Ten years ago I read Drakulic’s earlier book of essays How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed. It sticks in my head still, from its vivid orange cover to its moving, extremely informative, highly readable account of the minutiae of everyday life in various Eastern European countries under communist regimes (particularly the lives of women). A very good read. My colleagues Doina (from Romania) and Cathy (from Poland) both borrowed it from me and also sang its praises.

Freedom of Expression

A brilliant defence of free speech by Muriel Gray from the Sunday Herald.