Everchanging scenery (reloaded)

Everchanging scenery
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

not that they actually mean anything but here are my stars for today, as seen in the Metro Newspaper:

All change! Whether it’s your home, your job, your partner or just your underwear... it’s time for a change. Shake things up a little by looking carefully at your options. Disturb the waters, don’t allow life to stagnate.


i read this on the train this morning, 2 hours later i was being told that my application for the job had been unsuccessful.

disappointed about that really. would've been good to have a job that would see me through the next couple of years.
but hey ho hum. can't let things stagnate apparently.

the other areas mentioned;

home= good & great (although the bin needs taking out and the washing up needs doing)
partner=brilliant & awesome (gonna marry her i think)
underwear= tight and superhero themed.




mind the gap.
please be careful when opening the door, your work colleagues may be walking behind it.

Having tripped and fallen over the 'L' word, the monkey lay on his back and stared at the sky for a bit...

Everything is pretty.

Paris for the stag do then?

Contrary to how things may appear, i've been consulting my check list and mulling on a decision about this for quite some time. All boxes, and I stress all boxes, are ticked.
Its quite amazing. I've fallen for TankGirl. Absolutely and totally.

She seems to quite like me too.

Team Manager, in your own time Sir, make preparations to assemble The Team.

from here to then

from here to then
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

from here to then. or something.

experimental windowView

exp windowView
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

not entirely relevant to the above picture, buit thought i'sd spend 3 minutes filling in a few updates.

eviction from Chambers all but recinded. i threw all my money at them (and then some, thanks to those that helped, means a lot), which is a huge wieght off my mind.

job interview wednesday morning for the job i'm already doing as temp. keep fingers crossed if you have them.

tankgirl is cool. liking that whole thing.

3 minute up.


mind the gap.
wet paint.
bus stop.
exit.

In the words of the late, great Douglas Adams...

Anything that happens, happens.

Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.

Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.

It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order, though.

a few seconds infected

a few seconds infected
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

...further to my notes on moving momentography, i have uploaded a few more examples/prototypes. the quality is bad because its filmed from a playback on screen - but i kinda like that, its not a bad thing...theres something a bit Super8 about the aesthetics. more examples over on flickr(loves you)

the first version of the one above was a whole 90 seconds long and featured the intro to Infected by The The as a soundtrack. But it was too big to upload by pda phonecam thingymajig. so you get a lo-fat prototype version. Gonna try some portraiture with this format next week. TankGirl has volunteered. standby.

Moo is poorly sick again and off school as i type so that means the weekend will be a slobbing/painting/cutting/pasting /glueing experience with dvds galore with my favourite person. we did have plans to go through to harrogate to see people n do things (Minister...it will happen one day), but probably not wise with her being all snotty/coughy... but after the activity of the last few weeks, i'm really looking forward to some quality time with her.

she's the love of my life... did i tell you that?





that is all for now. move along move along...
please remain seated until the vehicle has come to a complete stop.
mind the gap.

Izzit.

Izzit what i'm looking for.
Izzit what i've found.
Izzit how it all ends
Inextricably bound?

Duzzit bend that part of me.
Duzzit fill the cracks.
Duzzit take forever
To wipe away the tracks?

Ittiz anger empathic.
Ittiz haunt reclaim.
Itduz take forever
To resonate with blame.

Itzright at the end you see.
Itzall thought for food.
Itznot like i'm lost and/
or Lonely without you dude.

selected view from epac_island video in video

selected view from epac_island video in video
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

loaded via flickr as the pda thingymajig wont attach things to email still.

I'm switching to comments you've made...

Ah. Yes. Hello again. How've you been huh?
So...

"sing me a love song, drop ME a line.
suppose its just a point of view,
but they tell me i'm doing fine."

Hmm.
I've nicked that from Robbie Williams. It seems appropriate and...er...relevant (or is that derelevant) at this time to listen to that song (no regrets), and selectively use lines for the purpose of blogging.

Gosh, i'm so self-absorbed, self centred and selfish...*

;)

Bloody brilliant weekend in the company of some of my favourite people, rounded off with (but not necessarily because of) two days off work poorly sick with an energy draining and crappy man-cold. Really can't afford to be taking time off sick, temping doesn't pay sick leave. But the peace and quiet of Chambers these last two days has given me the opportunity to take stock, take notes, debrief myself on the status of The Long Game and play with some new (to me) software.

Flickr(loves you)'s new video feature has had me playing around with a format i've never been bothered with before now, but Flickr(loves you) does encourage it to be played with as moving stills photography. Which is cool as time based images is exactly what i've been trying to do with my photography (mostly) all this time anyway.
Moving ±momentography is the aim here, moving video frames in the montage format. Still in a prototype stage, but I'm sure i'm gonna have some fun with it...I have attempted to attach the file to this email, I doubt that my pda thingymajig will allow it, but if not, it can be found over on the www.flickr.com/photos/epac_island Page. Its called "selected view from epac_island video in video"

Inspired by the self directed distractions of the last couple of weeks, the empty spaces on the walls of Chambers and (let's be honest) the crazy self protective insecurities going on in my head over certain new relationships (ah. Shh TankGirl. Shh now!), I've started a pair of paintings too, the first in a year, both canvasses are 29 inches square (VT, let me know if that is an okay size for you?), with the working title of;
" The Fall and Rise of The SunDial Kid"...

Make of all that what you will.

Right then. Mind the gap etc. Kind regards,

daren

*apparently.

fi saturday sunday club

fi saturday sunday club
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

its sunday now, i'm almost broken after the last two nights of weekend lovliness.

tankgirl and i caught the train

tankgirl and i caught the train
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

its the end of the world as we know it.
flickr (loves you) has gone all bloody technical and youtube silly with a new video option. it'll be full of uploaded phonecam vids of pets falling off sofa's and students happy slapping OAPs.

this is my contribution to the end of the world. i'm gonna do more too.

i may need flash to the thing i really want to do...

oh and thats two days in a row i have managed to get TankGirl to college.

brilliant.

scatter cushion approach, or, the scene repeating itself

scatter cushion approach_or_ the scene repeating itself_02_lo
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

funny how we think all the new things are new.

i saw something that made me catch my breath.

i saw something that showed me my tastes haven't changed in 15 years.


mind the gap, and remain in your seat until the vehicle has come to a complete stop.

The scatter cushion approach.

[the monkey reminds himself not to think, but just to blog]

1 cushion)
I was recently advised, twice, that I should write a letter with regards to a personal matter. To whom and about what isn't necessarily relevant here. The first time it was suggested, I dismissed it out of hand, what's the point? I asked myself, I have nothing to say particularly, certainly nothing that the recipitant would want to hear.
The second time it was suggested, a couple of months later, I asked myself the same question and found that the answer wasn't necessarily the same as before, and if two close confidentes had suggested the same thing, then maybe they were right.
I began to write the letter.
23 hand written pages later, I realised I had too much to say. It had turned into a novella or something equally silly. It now resides in the botom of a bin bag on a landfill somewhere.*

2 cushions)
TankGirl. She's 22, which is way too young for me and gayer than I am but she has the sweetest tattoo in the small of her back, kinda shares my perspective on the world and has proved herself to be 'on the team' in various ways.
Its been over a week now that we've been 'seeing' each other, she's already told her mum about me in some detail and has referred to me as her boyfriend to some other lad. Alarm bells ring somewhere in the distance, maybe, but they are drowned out by something I have not heard before..

3 cushions)
Someone sat down opposite me in a pub the other day. He told me I was being evicted from Chambers. Someone had read it on my blog and told him. Being all loved up at the time, I smiled and told him I knew already. Its my Chambers and my blog.

*Any similarity to actual people or actual events or actual letters is purely coincimental.

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rubble field
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

i've been distracted by my new squeeze,TankGirl, and this new job thing over the last week or so. The numb, pointless paper shuffling and normality of the previous job in wetherby is a distant memory now. The new job, with the organisation that effectively runs the NHS in Yorkshire, is varied and comes with a certain amount of free range responsibility, i get to write to MPs responding to their constituents' moans, grievances and complaints about the NHS. I'm not about to be disparaging about those complaints, but so far i've realised that very few people write and thank the NHS for being a nationally available free health service.
The place is full of characters and personalities that make me smile.

i've settled straight in i think.

will update later. should do some work really....

Drip feed. Or. another wee poem I did write.

Er... the unspoken; the bitten lip.
Unsung and goodly deeds.
Humiliation is the pity tip,
Ooh, my bitten lip bleeds.

That new resolution, to drink more,
(The hat I'm wearing now),
Has made me an insatiable bore.
My drunk is drink'd. What's now?

An addiction? A powder line show?
This TankGirl on my dish?
Hmm. You don't know what he thinks i know.
Could I really be that selfish..?

To my friends i'll be honest and true,
Bless'em. They've seen me right.
Bruno's clan, Ed's, some others and Boo,
Good morning and/or good night.

:)