The Continuing Story Of Offline

Well, the Nokia/Maemo boys and girls will be delighted to hear that I managed to write an entire premise document on the 810 and got it sent off via a bluetooth tether to a N95. My eyeballs are completely shot. Also managed to get some FREAKANGELS pages written — luckily, I´m holding a lot of that in my head right now. I would kill for an open wifi spot around here someplace, though.
Dusted off an old CD player, and am listening to the first CocoRosie album while finding myself doing odd things like paging through a book of Bauhaus design, rediscovering the art of Blue Note sleeves (I love old sleeve design, and Blue Note has always been a favourite. Sleeve notes kind of died out before my time — can you miss something that was gone before you knew about it?) And re-reading Tarkovsky´s SCULPTING IN TIME, which is useful not only for some insight into his method, but also his insight into others, like the way Bergman uses sound. Which I´m sort of picking around at the same time as I pick around my responses to The Baroque Cycle (and baroque art in general) and THE BLACK DOSSIER, which I´m coming to see as baroque in many ways. Baroque can be characterised, after all, as the grandiose and insanely detailed display and exercise of complete control over one´s art. It is to say See, here, I have power over base matter. Can you think of a better description of BLACK DOSSIER? Matter doesn´t get much more base than the mire of British culture he dredges out, and yet, in vast and intricate detail, he gets an alternate history out of it. The book interests me in lots of ways, not least because it doesn´t quite work for me. Like Eddie Campbell´s FATE OF THE ARTIST, even books you find to be artistic failures are instructive when performed by savants of the medium.
Sent by email, naturally. Good night.

The Further Adventures Of Offline

Well, I didn´t get hit by the earthquake. The computer shop has decided to try one more last-ditch recovery effort. Note: if your OS fails to launch, and tech support has you try to boot from the resources CD — don´t. That´s what´s foiled a complete data recovery.
I almost told them to just wipe the machine and bring it back, but the bit´s between their teeth now and they´re refusing to give up, bless ´em. The downside is that I won’t get the machine back until Friday at best.
So I´m writing here via email for the foreseeable. Which I find I am actually quite liking. Twitter is currently working via the handheld, although, with Brian Reed apparently hellbent on giving us a minute-to-minute report on the weather in whatever shithole he lives in, I expect to hit the 250 texts/week limit any moment now.