So I’ve spent the day at a seminar on photography. From this I’ve learned two things.
1.When they key note speaker looks like the twin brother of Nathaniel Parker
– aka Inspector Lynley among other things – and has a wonderful, honey voice it is extremely
easy to get distracted. When he starts talking about the sensuality and the intimacy of photography this doubles.
2.Art Historical titles on books or lectures are sometimes bordering on the pompous and the absurd. Today I’ve listened to "The Death of the Death of the Photograph", "The Arbitrary Stillness of Surrendering to the Image"
(no, I have no idea what that was about. At one point she talked about "the sharp intake of breath as we watch images, as a sign that time passes" Okay then... And "Sepulchre – the image in a new media age"
Fortunately the day also saw the arrival of The Wire
season 3! And I’ll just add some more exclamation marks here: !!!!!! to properly highlight the occasion.
So far I’m two episodes in. I’m possibly already loving Bunny Colvin – who has just given his "paper bag for drugs" speech – and Stringer Bell with his chair meetings is beyond words.
"The chair don’t recognise your ass!" Hee. And the bit about Cheese and his dawg was absolutely wonderful.
In conclusion- if you don’t hear from me the next few days it’s because I’m hugging my The Wire
dvd – or I’m silently pondering the question if it’s sane to watch Rome
and The Wire
at the same time.