Tuesday, September 28, 2010 — A West Mainland Gallery (part 2)

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010 — A West Mainland Gallery (part 1)

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010 — West Mainland, Orkney

I was eager to get to some of the key archae­o­log­i­cal sites, so I hoist­ed my pack and set out on foot. I soon got a lift with a cheer­ful Orca­di­an, and was dropped off at the base of the nar­row arm of land that sep­a­rates the Loch of Sten­ness from the Loch of Har­ray. This was the most active cen­ter of Neolith­ic Orkney. It was but a short walk to the Stones of Sten­ness. These date from around 3000 BC. The phys­i­cal set­ting, between two lochs and at the cen­tre of a vast bowl of land sur­round­ed by high, bare hills, is mar­velous. I was beneath a par­tic­u­lar­ly fine mix of sun and clouds, and there was nobody about to spoil the sense of mys­tery and awe. 

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Monday, September 27, 2010 — Stromness, Orkney

Strom­ness is a pleas­ing lit­tle har­bour with many grey stone build­ing climb­ing a steep hill. Smack in the mid­dle, how­ev­er, is a hideous glass box, an exam­ple of just the kind of esthet­ic crime I com­plained about in the last post. The main com­mer­cial street is a nar­row , wind­ing lane, paved with flag­stones, and hemmed in by most­ly eigh­teenth and nine­teenth cen­tu­ry hous­es. Pedes­tri­ans share it, anar­chi­cal­ly, with auto­mo­biles. Most parts only have room for a car going in one direc­tion, but there are occa­sion­al wider spots where oncom­ing traf­fic can nego­ti­ate prece­dence. Read more »

Monday, September 27, 2010 — Isle of Hoy, Orkney

I crossed the Pent­land Firth to Orkney on the Ham­navoe, a fine­ly appoint­ed, Finnish-made ship which sails to the Orca­di­an port of Strom­ness. But before it reached the Orkney “Main­land,” * it passed close to the west­ern end of the Isle of Hoy. Here are the Unit­ed King­dom’s high­est sea-cliffs, as high as 350 m/1150 f. Struck by the after­noon light, they were extra­or­di­nar­i­ly beau­ti­ful. If my trip had end­ed at this place, I would have pro­nounced it entire­ly worth­while. We passed by the Old Man of Hoy, a stone stack sep­a­rat­ed from the cliff­sthat ris­es 137 m/450 f from the waves.  Read more »

Monday, September 27, 2010 — Scabster, Scotland

Dun­net Head ( Ceann Dùnaid ) in Caith­ness, Scot­land. The north­ern­most point on the British main­land. Lat­i­tude 58°40′21″N lon­gi­tude 03°22′31″W.

The sea is calm, dap­pled with sun­light. I’m in the dock­side “Peerie Cafe,” wait­ing for the fer­ry to Strom­ness, in Orkney. Through the win­dow, I can see a bleak head­land that is the north­ern­most point of the main­land of the Unit­ed King­dom. Clos­er to me, sheep are graz­ing on a six­ty degree slope — some­thing I’ve nev­er seen before. The timid Meri­no breed that I’m famil­iar with would nev­er do such a thing. This is the first calm meal and cof­fee that I’ve had since I left Toron­to. It’s been a pre­cip­i­tent jour­ney. Read more »

(Refn 2009) Valhalla Rising

This is per­haps the odd­est of the Medieval flics I’ve seen recent­ly. Dan­ish direc­tor Nico­las Wind­ing Refn, best known for his Push series of thrillers, has cre­at­ed a relent­less­ly enig­mat­ic, grim, and vio­lent film set in the year 1000 AD.  Read more »

Friday, September 10, 2010 — Homo Cinematis

I’ve col­lect­ed films for a long time. Long before it was pos­si­ble to keep them as com­put­er files, I was accu­mu­lat­ing video­tapes by the gross. I love films of all kinds, good and bad, and will watch all sorts of things that puz­zle my friends. Why, for instance, would any­one in 2010 want to watch Spooks Run Wild, star­ring the East End Kids, or a 1959 Swedish film about extrater­res­tri­als invad­ing Lap­p­land? Well, quite apart from the direct, child­ish plea­sure this sort of thing gives me, I can pre­tend I have more seri­ous, and pre­sum­ably laud­able reasons.

There’s an unfor­tu­nate habit among his­to­ri­ans to talk about such and such a point in time as mark­ing the begin­ning of “moder­ni­ty” ― a point fixed, accord­ing to fash­ion, any­where from the proof sheets of the Epic of Gil­gameshto the death of Kurt Cobain ― but there are two points in time where it can be con­vinc­ing­ly argued that things did change for us quite dras­ti­cal­ly. After a mere thir­ty years of exper­i­ment, the tech­nol­o­gy of pho­tog­ra­phy became wide­ly avail­able by the ear­ly 1850s. The sober­ing real­i­ty of the Amer­i­can Civ­il War leaps out at us from the pho­tographs of Math­ew Brady, and it was­n’t any­thing like war was depict­ed by the painter Jacques Louis David. Read more »

Lovesliescrushing

Loves­li­escrush­ing is an inter­est­ing lo-fi ambi­ent band based in Tuc­son. They pro­duce some pleas­ant­ly eerie sounds with gui­tars (Scott Cortez), soft vocals (Melis­sa Arpin-Duim­stra) and var­i­ous uncon­ven­tion­al noise-mak­ers. There’s a bit of the spir­it of 1950’s exper­i­men­tal and aleatoric art music, and def­i­nite influ­ences of Ein­stürzende Neubaut­en and My Bloody Valen­tine, but I think they’ve craft­ed a suf­fi­cient­ly dis­tinc­tive sound of their own. Appar­ent­ly, they’ve been around for quite awhile, out­side of my ken. The 2010 album I have, GIRL.ECHO.SUNS.VEILS, makes me want to dig up their ear­li­er work.

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