Sex with Ducks

Guy Shits Himself in a Judo Exhibition

Just finished reading a very intriguing feature piece in NY Magazine (this girl ain’t no luddite!) on distraction in the digital age.  In the article, was a sentence that I just had to note because, well, you will understand once you read it…

“I consider it a victory for the integrity of pre-web human consciousness that I was able to successfully resist clicking on the first ‘related video’ after the chimp [playing pac-man], the evocatively titled ‘Guy shits himself in a judo exhibition’.”

I heartily encourage you to read this article if you, like me, find yourself surrounded, and excited by, the bevy of technologically-driven information at your fingertips.

And, eerily, the author references the Boston Molasses Disaster quite a lot which I, in a so not-as-nerdy-as-it-sounds way,  learnt about during an Absolute Balderdash marathon just last weekend.  Kismet or something!  

You can read the article by Sam Anderson at

Oh and yeah. Here is a video of a guy shitting himself during a judo exhibition.

Jaybee Street

Happy 30th Birthday Jay!

Just a little clip we put together to celebrate Jannah’s 30th Birthday. Jannah is definitely a big kid, so what better way to do it than by taking a trip to Jaybee Street?

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Alex. A Life. In Love.

a little movie i made for my sister to make her laugh when she was feeling homesick.

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A Glass of Wine, a Smoke and My Beloved

Another visit to Soul Pancake has inspired me yet again…  “Imagine you have a fortune larger than Bill Gates. What five original works of art would you buy?”

In no particular order…


Reflected Arrows by Jeffrey Smart

I love the surreal realism of Jeffrey’s work. His blues in this painting are divine. The frame is so sparse, nothing exists within the frame without a purpose. I also love urban industrial as beautiful landscape..


Narcissus Garden by Yayoi Kusama 

This is installation art as opposed to painting but what the hell.. I love it. I saw this in the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney. It was installed along a long wall which had a large window box on it and on the opposite wall was a refracted coloured light installation. This meant that the balls reflected both the world outside, the audience and the other artworks around it. Genius installation by the gallery. This piece was enchanting.


The Two Fridas by Frida Kahlo

I feel such affinity with the idea of the two separate parts of a woman – the stiff, pure,dutiful, slightly broken self which endures and the other, which feels more like the truth but cannot exist without the first. Frida’s symbolism is always overt which can seem little childish on the surface but I think it conveys the idea that nothing is hidden, this woman wears her heart on her sleeve (literally!!).

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L’lle Lacroix, Rouen by Cammille Pissaro

This is a painting that, had I seen it in a book or a print I wouldn’t have looked twice at. However, when standing in front of the original painting it consumed me. The petite brush strokes, the gentle muted colours, the heart-breaking beauty of the tableau… oh! Can’t begin to describe it. It must be seen. For me, this piece was a very sharp reminder of why I love art.  Apologies if I’m effusing all over the place, but it’s my favourite piece in the metaverse.


L’Oro Dell Azzurro by Joan Miro

Again with the blues… what can I say. I love a good blue! The name translates literally as the gold of the blue so I guess Miro agrees. This painting evokes in me a sensation – I immediately feel like it’s fresh, starry moonlight night and I’m lying on still warm grass with a glass of wine, a smoke and my beloved. Ok sure, it’s cheesy and obvious and all that but I love those moments so I’ll take it wherever I can get it!

Mora_Together6632Together by Mirka Mora

Out of sheer gluttony I’m adding a number 6.  I love Mora’s joyful and sad at the same time style.  Similar to The Two Frida’s above in that there are 2 diametrically opposing feelings which are inherently inseparable.  The bird is a constant theme as are the child-like personas.  Freedom, playfulness and sadness.  Quite the combination.

Tuesday Timeshoft #10: Synecdoche NY

Ok first things first.  On route to said film, I spent 15 confusing and brain-confuzzling minutes looking up (a) how to pronounce it and (b) what it means.  Si-neck-dock-ee.  Sounds like Schnecktedy.  If that means anything to you.  And as to (b), well ok… it’s when you substitute a part of the thing to mean the whole of the thing eg saying 20 head instead of 20 cows or 10 souls instead of 10 people.  Alternately it’s when you substitute the thing with the material the thing is made of, for example saying “treading the boards” instead of “on stage”.  Like you cared!

Suffice to say, the name is as elaborate as the film.  It’s classic Charlie Kaufman, this time in his first directorial effort.  Surrealism abounds.  An unexplained burning home, a man who lives beneath the stairs, a fractured and re-spliced timeline, a play within a play within a movie, and a fake city built within a giant rotting glass factory.  

Phillip Seymour Hoffman is Caden Cotard, a mediocre director at a suburban (Schenctady) theatre rehashing classic plays.  His marriage, work and life in general are all faltering when he receives a large grant and begins putting together a play about real life.  Literally.  Caden’s actual life.  The problem with this concept being that it never ends.  The story continues to evolve, the tentacles keep expanding further and further and rehearsals never come to an end.  For around 40 years.  

I call it navel-gazing film-making or art as therapy.  I don’t mean to sound like I didn’t love the film – I really did. It is flawed however.  I kept sort of expecting Caden to “wake up and it was all a dream”. I also struggle with the assumption that there can only be one soulmate and everything else is destined for failure.  Those concerns aside, I enjoyed the process of seeing this film.  The more I think about it, that is.  And think about it… well, I can’t stop.  And I like that in a film, from time to time!  Although, it’s probably best not to see this film if you’re a feeling a little depressed or sad about your life because frankly, Synecdoche is NOT going to help!  For me, this film touched quite a few chords so I was able to connect to it quite well.   

Synecdoche is about expectation and apathy.  Fear.  Love. Disappointment. Parents and parenthood.  All the really big scary things in life.   It does get a little bogged down in all that.  Like I said, it’s not a perfect film but it is an interesting one, if only to get an insight into Kaufman’s tortured mind. We saw flashes of it in the much-lauded Adaptation but with Synecdoche, we leap blindly into the rabbit hole.

District 9 Alive in Joburg

Have a watch of the FABULOUS (I can’t rave enough) short film Alive in Joburg.
It’s been made into a feature film – awesome!

Love this idea – it’s like a reverse alien film where we are the destroyers not the aliens. Great idea! Love it!  Can’t wait to see it.