tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89200943232901925922024-02-19T21:35:10.527-08:00Life on the HalfUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-59670994063719762372012-01-31T16:09:00.001-08:002012-01-31T16:09:20.145-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-64623860701429855482011-12-24T13:34:00.001-08:002011-12-24T13:34:28.255-08:00Season's Greetings & Happy Holidays to All!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-65289069537499560982011-10-31T13:13:00.000-07:002011-10-31T13:16:25.320-07:00Face it Tiger!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">An <b>homage</b> to my favourite John Romita comic book panel, featuring Megan McGuire as MJ. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; display: inline !important; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQRrcO-_gpjOWPf4vPfQH8cgzdNrojaBK7FmkcEcyUbx0AFzJ-POIlkTY-0zmKJ-F_uYVq3o0akW73tjTpWpypXPe3vexM8k9cqMeWIKe59muLz49Ab_KhydJlQcfuPO_t_lRQlfETljG/s1600/SCOOK_MaryJane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">"Face it, Tiger... You just hit the Jackpot!"</a></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-5298964669123347842011-10-15T16:46:00.001-07:002011-10-15T16:49:28.448-07:00Bodega Bay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-17288298813234735062011-08-04T16:04:00.000-07:002011-09-11T15:45:26.922-07:00Imaginary people - Stella Phoenix, 1936<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyk_NB2kA3DhxRgfdnMDdEX6w-a8QgKt76Ut41PEgZMTcQvXpge7znui0qKNqCstjTOUN-fMx2pCzTTJacF4aZWAKQyHP-UqZ7iY65LIjTJtWb2a4I1GVdQB3TG8ujx5OPhi1IeePdDGsi/s1600/SCOOK_Stella1.V.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyk_NB2kA3DhxRgfdnMDdEX6w-a8QgKt76Ut41PEgZMTcQvXpge7znui0qKNqCstjTOUN-fMx2pCzTTJacF4aZWAKQyHP-UqZ7iY65LIjTJtWb2a4I1GVdQB3TG8ujx5OPhi1IeePdDGsi/s640/SCOOK_Stella1.V.2.jpg" width="612" /></a></div><br />
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<em>I met a man who wasn't there. </em><br />
<em>He wasn't there again today </em><br />
<em>Oh how I wish he'd go away. </em><br />
<strong>Hughes Mearns</strong> <br />
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Alternity began in a small terraced house in the suburbs. <br />
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To my young mind it was a nightmarish place with strange people gliding in and out of my reality. <br />
The frustrating thing was that I could never figure out exactly what they wanted. <br />
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Before I was old enough to form a sentence, I would point at times to an empty corner of the room and whisper, "Frighten lady... Frighten lady". Not that I remember her of course, but I do remember others.<br />
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We all saw them. My whole family. Even my grandmother, who lived next door, woke at five o'clock one summer morning to watch a woman with a large crinoline dress gliding down our garden path. She was not one to believe in nonsense. <br />
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My pictures are a way of trying to express these odd events that always seem to begin with a sense of displacement, a humming in the ears and the ominous feeling that something is about to happen. These experiences are my source of inspiration. <br />
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It was only when I began to merge a couple of my own photos together to form 'Summer's End' that I realised it perfectly represented two of my experiences in that house. <br />
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There was a night when my brother and I suddenly found ourselves wide awake and staring at a glowing white, round translucent shape, hanging vertically between our beds. "Martin," I whispered, "can you see that?" "Yes," he replied, "what are we going to do?" <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now at the age of nine, I was quite wicked to my younger brother. And to satisfy my own morbid sense of curiosity, I managed to totally convince him that he should try and step through it... to see what would happen. Watching him tentatively put his foot, and then his whole self through this thing was like something that Dreamworks could have cooked up. But it wasn't a movie and we didn't imagine it. Thankfully nothing adverse happened but we legged it down the stairs to our parents as fast as we could. </div><br />
The other vision that still haunts me is from a repetitive nightmare of a woman sweeping through the frosted glass of our bedroom door, hovering in front of me and throwing out her hands to gesticulate something very, very important. I could see her expression, I could watch her mouth, but there was no sound. Just this awful sense of urgency and I could not figure out <em>what the f**k</em> she was trying to tell me. This went on for months. <br />
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I believe there is a very thin partition between the places we know and those that we can't always see. But every now and then there is a sharing of the same space. This is Alternity.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-36161370208660370072011-06-14T06:58:00.000-07:002011-06-14T06:58:03.046-07:00Signs & Portents<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07CCq4d91gSkFxahpGtJdHVLQ-vcDxFNBhe6lGV9wf4cgOq-2Meiohobcd-yNANyNdiQbvkcydPt8SskSZptXSB5xULmFQsclGhOMDKac3xsJ5NNSdLsyb3uh05H-L-v4tYP8685cHKU2/s1600/Hoops2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="467px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07CCq4d91gSkFxahpGtJdHVLQ-vcDxFNBhe6lGV9wf4cgOq-2Meiohobcd-yNANyNdiQbvkcydPt8SskSZptXSB5xULmFQsclGhOMDKac3xsJ5NNSdLsyb3uh05H-L-v4tYP8685cHKU2/s640/Hoops2.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-9866437915479028792011-04-08T18:00:00.000-07:002011-04-08T18:00:58.703-07:00Hoops and Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVbwmp-r4fXCP3nM78NMbxLL5RFUzGNS4MpqOV8iuEnS59nzJoQjTCwOw3ak_qzztVRXzLmW2BhvrhSjV8vwwtIZHeUdjO3C60ik_cSXY3TkP50IK5ImNj_53CGCaeHbgf88uUtwguY2Z/s1600/SCOOK_Hoops%2526Dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVbwmp-r4fXCP3nM78NMbxLL5RFUzGNS4MpqOV8iuEnS59nzJoQjTCwOw3ak_qzztVRXzLmW2BhvrhSjV8vwwtIZHeUdjO3C60ik_cSXY3TkP50IK5ImNj_53CGCaeHbgf88uUtwguY2Z/s640/SCOOK_Hoops%2526Dreams.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sometime in 2006...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was sitting on the sofa in my living room at around 1’ o’clock in the afternoon thinking just how annoying my tinnitus was. I closed my eyes and began to focus on the noise, which to me sounds like I’m standing in a field full of chirping crickets. As I focussed on it, it got louder and louder and then I ‘awoke’ in another place altogether, staring at a circle of bright lights above my head. There was someone beside me and when I turned, it was my then partner, Stef.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I said “Where the fuck am I?” and she said “This is The Half. It’s like your universe but we exist at twice the speed”.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because of the nature of the experience, moments seemed quite fragmented but I ascertained that she was a kind of alternative version of my own girlfriend and she definitely looked the same. After a bit of an exchange she offered to show me around a bit and I said that I wanted to see my alternative self’s apartment.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apparently, he wasn’t home but when we turned up outside his building, it looked almost identical to mine. The same type of converted church, but with much nicer gardens and some kind of wood panelling on the exterior, which I thought really improved the look of the building.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The flat itself was pretty much identical, but when I peered into his office, I noticed that although his computer was in exactly the same place, the look of it was totally different to mine. By all accounts it was an Apple but it had bright yellow strips of plastic built into the design. For some reason ‘Stef’ left the room and as the machine was in sleep mode I thought I’d check it out and see what this guy was all about, but he’d password protected it and disappointingly I couldn’t gain access.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDX0Mmk0iC61zeNK48JQpFKl6yPneY0nOcScnRnTwKq_qp5brJxFqHnEycCCNWAOe-K9d3zrI_DzVLPrWB_XX-LPd9Sswy2LWahc725Oq3wUl3VE2vlagNGxcn8IwGGnktyzCWsPCAZEZd/s1600/halfmessage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDX0Mmk0iC61zeNK48JQpFKl6yPneY0nOcScnRnTwKq_qp5brJxFqHnEycCCNWAOe-K9d3zrI_DzVLPrWB_XX-LPd9Sswy2LWahc725Oq3wUl3VE2vlagNGxcn8IwGGnktyzCWsPCAZEZd/s1600/halfmessage2.jpg" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At this point I started to hear music getting louder and louder and then suddenly, I was back on my own sofa hearing the ambient tones of my mobile phone beside me. I picked it up and it was my own Stef calling.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I must have sounded odd because the first thing she said was “Are you alright? You sound really strange”. I mumbled that I’d call her back in a minute and hung up. I sat there completely disorientated and thought to myself that I had to get back to some kind of normality. I grabbed the remote for my CD player to put some music on and it then did something that it has never done before or since. It played at twice the speed!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyhow, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">these things seem to happen. Whether they are dreams, coincidence, parallel universes or whatever, they certainly are quite perplexing. However you look at it, it's a good enough name for a blog. </span></div><!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-49979272374592946662011-02-02T04:01:00.000-08:002011-02-02T04:01:49.929-08:00Summer of '66<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZEf5NBxJ6k0TKyHNJ0OeB9rVA6rXeugmXgSUMDSr-jPtwDmEd9QJqDVEDEvfFmd7_LtD7pY_iKLE_UfQZVAlr_2dSXjHD-3Ef8dVPmi8mL5pEqvXhEisfyVpBM-qx9kMXUVNvILmXQPH/s1600/SCOOK_Ode.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZEf5NBxJ6k0TKyHNJ0OeB9rVA6rXeugmXgSUMDSr-jPtwDmEd9QJqDVEDEvfFmd7_LtD7pY_iKLE_UfQZVAlr_2dSXjHD-3Ef8dVPmi8mL5pEqvXhEisfyVpBM-qx9kMXUVNvILmXQPH/s640/SCOOK_Ode.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-89723567988726305982011-02-02T02:52:00.000-08:002011-02-02T03:50:39.872-08:00Hanging Rock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOm1e8C_mbCYwfwWHR5Nvf-vKxI-YH_kbSZZDzYinPh53byjAHRo3CVzf18hGWkEPACkZbGgP-MSP0AHJbz3y8KnBGxcPS1L9DYC5paFIREvoS5Z7_oTZu-QqyK03RMgUKf359uPMGHBj/s1600/SCOOK_hanging_rock2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOm1e8C_mbCYwfwWHR5Nvf-vKxI-YH_kbSZZDzYinPh53byjAHRo3CVzf18hGWkEPACkZbGgP-MSP0AHJbz3y8KnBGxcPS1L9DYC5paFIREvoS5Z7_oTZu-QqyK03RMgUKf359uPMGHBj/s640/SCOOK_hanging_rock2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-56871062002026694542011-01-23T15:48:00.001-08:002011-01-23T15:48:49.296-08:00... Shortly??? Really?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-54694841321438157602009-04-15T15:37:00.001-07:002009-04-15T15:37:55.907-07:00shortly???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920094323290192592.post-73282404822692723282008-05-04T17:35:00.000-07:002011-02-02T05:17:39.943-08:00<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;">Going live shortly...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0