Monty Python animator Terry Gilliam discussing his animation techniques on Bob Godfrey’s Do-It-Yourself Animation Show in 1974. Godfrey’s show, which made animation accessible to the masses by taking the mystery out of the production process, was vastly influential and inspired an entire generation of kids in England, including Nick Park, who created Wallace & Gromit, Jan Pinkava, who directed the Pixar short Geri’s Game, and Richard Bazley, an animator on Pocahontas, Hercules, and The Iron Giant.
Objects I keep around and plan to photograph for fun (list in progress):
Purple sand clay Four Face Buddha, I bargained it down to HK$50 (roughly €5), and now I see it online for €40? I think the guy at the store probably thought I needed one, that I had to chill, I don’t know…
Old red army beret with a bunch of sports awards and decals of the Air Force, Navy and Infantry, given to me by a friend of my father’s who got it through a friend of a friend who was offered such beret by some friendly Russian officers after the fall of the Soviet Union. It’s pretty much useless, my head’s too big for it anyways :(
Keychain with a beetle preserved in ambar or some other substance, bought in Shanghai a few days after reading Kafka’s Metamorphosis. It’s morbid, I don’t care.
Yet another keychain, this time a simple African painted wooden keychain in the shape of a giraffe’s head. I don’t even need these for my keys… I think I like useless shit.
Ah, I know! This really neat original design, handcrafted pouch I bought at a medieval market from an aged Dutch lady. That is rad! I feel like a Borgia messenger everytime I use it.
Chinese balls. They ring. They have a dragon and a phoenix. They’re supposed to be calming but I just want to crack them open to find out why they ring. Before that, of course, I must take some pictures, they’re beautiful.
Even more awesome chinese balls. Made of 4 independent layers of juicy jade. They have a white stripe that follows across all the independent rings, so I guess it’s unique somehow.
An old Behringer practice amp I bought for €20 from a friend of mine. It’s served me for months since the expensive amp fried (and I never understood why, gotta get it repaired).
Realising that if I died right now I wouldn’t leave any interesting stuff behind. I need a creative hobby. No, I need to write at least one song. Imma jazz dis momma!
Just remembered. A Chinese chess set (wha?) with little figures made of carved stone!
That awesome silk notebook I’ll be sending Rita, aka frankthecupcake. The equally awesome baggy silk boxers I bought the same day ;)
A greek fisherman’s hat. It’s not really a fisherman’s hat, it just looks pictoresque. I don’t wear it. Again, head is too big.
A bunch of books (but still not enough of them).
A pair of baby-blue jeans. They look really gay, I’ve been told, which was totally not the purpose.
I have an (electric) organ. Does not work.
My lamp looks a little like Pixar’s.
I’m really just looking at random shit and pretending it’s special.
Oh wait, my guitars <3<3<3
I should wake up early tomorrow if I wanna go get a bunch of english language books I’ve been planning to get at the local store. It’s good for your culture.
Remembering when Frank Zappa did that joke about wearing a condom so the germs don’t get to ya and trying not to laugh out loud, i.e. LOL.
Dies auf Deutsch schreiben, nur dich zu reizen.
My German is terrible, let’s get that clear.
In fact, I wouldn’t consider it German, I know about 20 words.
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Ignore this statement.
“What do I mean by the word “word”? What do I mean by the word “mean”? What do I mean by the word “do”? And what do I mean by wasting your time like this, Good Night.” (it’s somewhere along these lines) - Monty Python
The Universe Song, by Monty Python, in The Meaning of Life I love the birth graphics
Just remember that you’re standing on a planet that’s evolving And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour, That’s orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it’s reckoned, A sun that is the source of all our power. The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see Are moving at a million miles a day In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour, Of the galaxy we call the ‘Milky Way’. Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars. It’s a hundred thousand light years side to side. It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick, But out by us, it’s just three thousand light years wide. We’re thirty thousand light years from galactic central point. We go ‘round every two hundred million years, And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding In all of the directions it can whizz As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know, Twelve million miles a minute, and that’s the fastest speed there is. So remember, when you’re feeling very small and insecure, How amazingly unlikely is your birth, And pray that there’s intelligent life somewhere up in space, ‘Cause there’s bugger all down here on Earth.