Here’s why you should love your first car forever and never let it go:
- It’s your first
- It has witnessed many of your failures and it bears their scars (depending on how much you bumped into things when you were still learning to drive)
- It has been your shrink and your healer; when you were feeling down you could just hop in, take a ride with the window rolled down and let the wind sweep away your worries.
- It has accompanied you on your journey this far, and when you look back you remember giving your first lift to your high school posse, feeling like a proper adult or building a snowman on its roof. Not to mention roadtrips. Have you seen that one episode on Supernatural (when it was still bearable to watch) that was dedicated to the Impala? Watch it, but keep a box of tissues close.
- It has never let you down, because it was made in the early 90s or before and it refuses to die, because not letting you down is its duty and its privilege.
- It doesn’t have a USB port or a CD player and the radio is kinda broken so you can sing a capella to the song of your choice and brighten the day of other drivers (or make it worse, depending on how tone-deaf you are)
- You are pretty good at driving it. After all those years it has become an extension of your body and you know just how much you need to press on the clutch, how heavy your steering wheel is, what kind of noises you should or you shouldn’t be hearing.
- If it was also the family car that was passed down to you, it’s part of your heritage. How can you let it go? Plus, it’s in every single family album-it’s practically a member of your family
If you do give it away for withdrawal it’s spirit will forever haunt you. One day you’ll be walking down an empty country road at night (don’t ask why) and you’ll come at a crossroad. The devil will be playing Skip James on an old blues guitar and he will stop and look at you with a smirk on his face. ‘Turn around’ he’ll say and you’ll see two bright lanterns coming towards you, and you will know that’s your car, and it’s come to take you home.
A short film I directed while in London. Shot by Andrew Alderslade, an amazing director of photography. My sister actually believed me when I told her we flew to Colombia to shoot this.
Mash up of the three videos for Deree’s theater arts society stage play Hide and Seek. The themes were time, memory and something else I have forgotten. My memory is not to be trusted. Set to Kazuki Tomokawa’s Let’s go out to Play, to which I don’t own any rights, obviously.
Paraphrased, of course, because it would be kind of weird if I remembered the exact words.
In the UK:
- ‘Do you mind if I I push you over and kill you?’ -drunk guy in uni house party. I was sitting on a ledge. We arranged a duel on a field over uni at dawn, I chose sword as a weapon.
- ‘I have a band. We are practicing in this studio under the bridge. So, wanna give me your number so we can go out for a coffee?’ – band member I casually followed under a dark bridge so he could point me to the train station entrance.
- ‘Excuse me, I just wanted to tell you that you kind of look like a bumblebee’– Guy outside Finsbury park station. I don’t think he was actually flirting with me, he just felt the need to say that my shirt made an impression on him. He told me he doesn’t usually meet people who look like bumblebees. I told him I don’t usually meet people who tell me I look like a bumblebee.
- ‘I just want to look into your eyes and hear ‘ I do’-Nigerian neighbor that I met 10 minutes before who held my hands and started singing in mid conversation. It was like a really badly written Disney film.
- ‘Ok, do you have any friends?’ Response to ‘ I have a boyfriend’ by guy walking on the opposite sidewalk.
- ‘Let’s go for a picnic! at night! Next date, we’ll have a drink in a cave!’ – Guy who thought we are all characters in a Raindance film
- ‘ Excuse me, which way is it to go left?’ – Guys in car, asking me and my friend for directions
- Co-passenger talking about fate, honesty and taking our chances throughout the entire bus ride so he could give me his business card and say something about how he was afraid to look into my eyes cause he would get burnt. Is that even a good thing?’
- ‘Hey, wanna go for a swim?’, ‘No thanks, I’m just coming back from the sea’ ,’Ok, wanna have a shower in my place?’ – Clever guy on a seaside town during the summer
- ‘My name is so-and-so but friends call me Hades’– That’s what you get for hanging out in heavy metal bars.
- ‘You’re not getting through unless I buy you a beer’ – Huge viking guy blocking the door to the freaking bathroom. I said no thanks, I’m kind of full, to which he answered ‘ What were you drinking, steak?’ . There’s no such thing as too much beer for a viking.
I kind of enjoy getting lost- sometimes I even pursue it. My friend does not share my feelings on the matter but the thing is, she also has a talent for getting lost; our lack of coordination skills is a thing that unites us. Anyway, here’s some advice on how to get lost in the valleys near Goreme:
1. Pick up the free hostel map. You will totally be able to figure out the right direction by following the green line perfectly rendered in MS Paint.
2. Enter from the wrong spot
3. Follow random people who are equally lost without even bothering to ask if they know where they are going. You can also let more people follow you, so they can share your experience.
4. Get off the beaten track. Jump wire fences.
5. Follow the random signs on the stones that read ‘Rose’. Later find out from a cafe owner that they have been placed there by another cafe owner to lead stupid tourists to his shop.
6. Keep walking, you’re on the right track. Never stop to reconsider.
7. Follow the random dog that appears. As your friend pointed out, only revelations come to those lost in desert areas and it’s clear that the dog is a sign from god.
8. Actually following the dog turned out to be a good idea
9. Walk for something like 5 hours before joining a French guided tour who will kindly allow you to walk with them until you are no longer lost.
10. Congratulations, you are in a different village and need a bus ride back. Ticket sounds like the French word ‘billet’ as far as I remember.
After my return from Turkey I went training (Krav Maga) and one of the instructors asked me what the hell happened to me. ‘I’m tanned’ I said. ‘ You’re burnt’, he countered.
‘ I was lost in a valley for five hours. What should I have done?’
‘ You should have turned around, to cook the other side as well’
Apparently I am the only person who laughs at this joke.
The ground is basalt apparently. A soft kind of volcanic stone.
Where we finally found chickpeas
The region was Goreme, a place where every inhabitant is in the tourism business
Because they can
These glass eyes basically provide protection against the ‘evil eye’.
Which is basically an old christian monastery
A different angle
Most of these are churches, scattered around the valleys
Someone’s chilling spot
Basically, we got lost and a dog appeared. Taking it as a divine sign, we followed it.
The dog led us to one of the landmarks. A nicely decorated church
I shared her fate
That was a different village. We had apple tea with some French backpackers.
I wish I had space in my bag
Some sketches I made while reading Matthew Woodring Stover’s series. I fell in love with Mr. Stover’s writing when I read the novelisation of Revenge of the Sith, demonstrating that the story of this film had huge potential, which unfortunately didn’t transfer on screen at all.
I was lured into the Acts of Caine series due to the cyberpunk elements and I stayed for the complexity of the story- which progresses from a pretty normal sci fi /fantasy mix to an epic, complete with its own mythology and then takes a turn towards the surreal for the finale.
What impressed me the most is Stover’s well-developed characters, all of which fall into different shades of grey. With the latest trend demanding anti-heroes in fiction and U.S.-exported popular culture being traditionally easily digestible, I am tired of seeing the usual brooding, self-proclaimed anti-hero who goes around moaning about the sins that weigh on his shoulders or something and never actually does anything questionable except maybe shooing a dog.
The Acts of Caine doesn’t really include any heroes; there’s multiple sides to everyone, because they all just happen to be human like you and me. Even the gods are flawed. Caine is the kind of guy who makes a spectacle out of killing people for a living. Does he spend a big chunk of any book wallowing in depression and self-pity? Not really, he actually kind of enjoys his job. Caine is caring towards his friends and forgiving towards his enemies. In fact I’m not even sure he has any enemies- just people he would like to kill, people who would like to kill him and people whose demise would be beneficial.
The main antagonist of the first book is also an artist and a father to his people. As far as I remember, the only obvious villain is Berne, who is also a fun-loving childlike sort of person, eager to earn the praise of his master and Caine’s attention. Berne also might be my favourite character, after reading about his night-time fantasy which revolved around killing the parents of a young girl and kidnapping her with the intention of raising her and eventually revealing that he killed her parents (something along these lines anyway).
Anyway, point is: don’t give me heroes, villains or anti-heroes, give me human beings and I’ll love them.