MachinimUWA V: "Fwd: Evolution" Movie Poster

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My UWA 5 entry - "Fwd: Evolution" - will be released publically tomorrow Sunday 1st July.

Watch this space!

MachinimUWA V: 'Seek Wisdom'

"A new Art,

A new Social Vision,

A new relationship with Nature, to Feminism, to Ego.

All of these things are taking hold...

And not a moment too soon."

- "Fwd: Evolution", released 1st July 2012

I had intended watching all of the UWA5 entries and posting on this blog those which especially caught my attention.

 You may have noticed that, apart from Tutsy Navarathna's 'The Last Syllable of Recorded Time' which I wrote about in April, I haven't blogged any others.

The reason is simple. Once I decided to enter the competition myself, I just didn't have enough time to watch, review and blog others' films. There was also a fear of introducing an element of bias into my evaluations, as I would unlikely to be as detached as last year when I won 2nd place in the Audience Participation Top 10 contest by correctly forecasting eight of the top ten winning films from a pool of over 80 entries.

I will watch all of the films, but only once my own UWA 5 entry is released on 1st July 2012.

However, a UWA 5 entry has just been released that is so good that I was forced to break off finalising my own film, watch it a number of times and write-up this blog-post.

The machinima in question, "Seek Wisdom" by Natascha Randt and Karima Hoisan is stunning.

Sometimes I can read a passage in a book or a quote, or see a photo, drawing or oil, and think "Geez, I wish I had created that!" However, I can count on one hand the number of times that I have had a similar thought about a machinima.

Natascha and Karima's "Seek Wisdom" is one such time....

I have to close off quickly now and get back to work on my own film, but not before watching this wonderful machinima one more time.

It really has to be a serious contender this year....Enjoy!

MachinimUWA V: Update

"To describe externals, you become a scientist.

To describe experience, you become an artist."

- Timothy Leary PhD (1920 - 1996)

Tim Deschanel is a Very Happy Man.

Tim is also a prolific photographer who has seemingly attended most all of the significant artistic events, installations and performances in Second Life since October 2007. His flickr consists of over 20,000 individually crafted photographs which document the creativity, individuality and ingenuity of the SL experience.

Dido Haas by Tim Deschanel

I was thrilled to see Tim had taken these pic's of me in my Rabbit Girl Porn Star persona while we were attending the opening of Dido Haas and Nitro Fireguard's new art gallery which exhibits their own work and, until the end of this month, the work of artist Dannyboyo.

Ordinarily I'd blog Dannyboyo's work in its own right, probably also cross-posting over at The Pornstars blog too for greater exposure. However, time pressures have prevented me from doing so, as I'll explain a little later.

Dannyboyo's work comprises of manipulating pornographic images to leave only abstract exaggerated shape and colour. Dannyboyo says, "the ... pieces retain the erotic quality of the original photo, but softened to a dreamlike, painterly state. For me, it brings new meaning." Well worth checking out.

Nitro Fireguard by Tim Deschnel

The reason I haven't blogged Dannyboyo's exhibition more fully is that I am up to my eyeballs working on my UWA "Seeking Wisdom" machinima entry, and have been for a few weeks now.

Sleep is suffering!

But, the film will be ready for the deadline!

It will be released publically on You Tube (and my blog here) sometime on Sunday 1st July.  However, on the evening of Saturday 30th June, Nasty Puddlegum is holding a small "premiere" over at his gaff for a few invited friends.

We'll screen the film and then applause, shout "WOW" and "AWESOME!", play "Woot!" and "Hooo!" gestures and otherwise congratulate each other in that over-sentimental, grossly emotional and vaguely embarrassing way that is a hallmark of Second Life social gatherings. It goes without saying that anyone refusing to participate in this traditional Second Life behaviour will be summarily ejected and banned.

If offered, don't eat the digestive biscuits.

Bloomsday: Guinness Is Good For You!

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick rabbit giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”

-         James Joyce, ‘Ulysses’ (pub. 1922)

James Joyce by Djuna Barnes

Today is 16th June, Bloomsday.

Bloomsday is an annual celebration of the work of James Joyce during which the events depicted in his momentous novel Ulysses - set on 16^th June 1904 - are re-enacted throughout the day as live theatre in and round the streets of Dublin.

Ulysses chronicles an ordinary Dublin day in the life of its protagonist, Leopold Bloom. We see him eat breakfast, walk to the newsagent, defecate, drink in the pub, watch a funeral procession and various other mundane everyday occurrences.

Leopold Bloom, by James Joyce

Nothing of major significance occurs during Bloom’s day; there is no Tom Clancy-style ‘Rainbow' task forces rescuing hostages from evil terrorists at the very last moment; there are no beautiful and personably vampires with a rich emotional life and pained conscience with whom to fall in love with; neither are there trolls, hobbits, wizards and orcs.

It is a simply a record of an ordinary day in the life of an ordinary man living in an ordinary city.

During the course of the eighteen “episodes” of Ulysses, and using unusual and innovative literary devices, we gradually learn a very great deal about Leopold, his wife, his children, his sex life, his friends, lovers and enemies, his fantasies, his religious and political beliefs and all the rest.

Leopold, 38, is employed to sell advertising space for newspapers. He was raised in Dublin by his Hungarian-Jewish father and Irish-Catholic mother.

Ulysses reveals that although Leopold has a Jewish heritage he has in fact received three different Christian baptisms, one of which was to convert to Roman Catholicism so that he could marry Marion (“Molly”) Tweedy in 1888. We learn he is uncircumcised.

Molly Bloom, by Robert Berry

Leopold and Molly had their daughter Milly in 1889. She is now 15 years old and works in a photographer’s studio. A few years after Milly’s birth, they had a son Rudolph (“Rudy”). Sadly, Rudy died in infancy. His death wreaked emotional devastation on both parents. In the eleven years since Rudy’s death, Leopold and Molly have not had sex together. They continue to sleep in the same bed – but positioned such that Leopold has his feet by Molly’s head.

Whilst Leopold is having a certain flirtatious correspondence with Martha Clifford and has almost certainly visited Dublin prostitutes on occasion, Molly is having an out-and-out affair with Blazes Boylan.

Bloom is aware of Molly’s adultery to some degree or other, and in fact seems to grant silent and tacit agreement with Molly and Blazes having sex that very afternoon when Blazes visits her at their home at 4pm.

Stephen Dedalus, by Robert Berry

Some interpreters of Ulysses have said that Leopold displays cuckold tendencies. This idea is reinforced in a later episode when Leopold brings home the twenty-something, broody, sullen and drunken Stephen Dedalus (whom Joyce first introduced us to in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, pub. 1917) after the pubs close and while Molly is asleep upstairs. Stephen declines Leopold’s offer of a place to stay for the night. Both men urinate in the backyard.

The final episode of the Ulysses, and my personal favourite, is formally entitled “Penelope” but has come to be more commonly known as “Molly’s Soliloquy”.

Molly’s Soliloquy uses the literary technique called “stream-of-consciousness”. It consists of eight enormous run-on “sentences” – one alone of which comprises 4,391 words – without any punctuation. The episode starts and ends with the word “yes” which Joyce once described as “a female word that indicates acquiescence and the end of all resistance”.

While her husband is in bed beside her, the episode describes Molly’s private, internal thoughts and fantasies. She recalls her past and current admirers; she compares Blazes and Leopold; and she considers Leopold’s possible past infidelities. She (correctly) guesses that Leopold has masturbated that day.

Molly goes on to ruminate on how she wished she had more money for stylish clothes and how Leopold should get a higher paid job. She remembers how Leopold once suggested she pose naked for cash. Her thoughts turn to the sexual intercourse with Blazes earlier in the day, and the orgasm she had with him. She intuits the start of her period, confirming she has not been made pregnant by Blazes.

She gets out of bed to use the chamber pot. On her return to bed, she fantasizes about having sex with Stephen Dedalus and thinks about Leopold’s strange sexual habits.

Her thoughts, with inevitability and finality, turn to Rudy’s death - but she cannot bear to think on it and quickly switches the subject to avoid depression setting in. She wonders whether to sexually arouse Leopold when they awake in the morning, and reveal to him her affair with Blazes whilst so doing.

The book ends with Molly remembering her acceptance of Leopold’s marriage proposal. It is a wonderful piece of writing that causes me to experience body streaming and makes me want to cry…

“…and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”

For its depiction of the ordinary day of an ordinary man in an ordinary city, Ulysses is truly remarkable.

The following embedded videos are adaptations of Molly’s Soliloquy for screen. Molly is here played by Angeline Ball who won Best Actress from the Irish Film and Television awards for this performance.

Happy Bloomsday to you all!

And as for Guinness, I really can't abide the vile stuff!

PS: To my friend Herc who is currently cruising the Greek islands while reading Homer’s Odyssey (on which Joyce’s Ulysses was modelled), hugz and kisses and see you on your return!

SLURP: "Sorry Son, But Your Name's Not On the List"

Friday 7th June sees the first of the fabled SLURP^™ parties in Second Life!

After successfully organising this popular event to packed houses in Columbia and Mumbai, Nasty Puddlegum now moves the SLURP^™ franchise into SL - expect the same magical winning formula of Music, Dancing, Bikinis, Naked Old Men, Filthy Roleplay and, of course, that all-time favourite, cock.

SLURP^™ parties notoriously can last 72hours and are strictly invite only.

Everyone welcome, just ask!

SLURP^™ - you heard it here first!

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Credits:

Organisation and concept: Nasty Puddlegum

Poster and graphic design: Maybe Lisa

Groupie: Pixie Rain

Quimby's Dream

"I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!

I am thy mate, I am thy man,

Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

                    And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend    

Everlasting, world without end,

Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!"

- Hymn to Pan, pub. 1912/3

Quimby Shackleton made his fortune developing and marketing the wildly successful Nutri-Nutt^® range of Second Life health and beauty products.

Like many other owners of Second Life businesses', Quimby enjoys nothing more than strolling along empty shopping malls proudly parading his "CEO" group tag.

But far away from the glaring, judgemental stares of his customers and employees, in the quiet spaces of his own rich and fertile inner life, Quimby has a dream!

He dreams of being the Cock-God of the Man-Goats, sure footedly sowing his virile seed in the midst of man and beast. He dreams too of developing a line of Elvin goat cheese, a natural progression in his mystical life of the production-line success of his virtual life.

He dreams of demanding sexual favours in return for safe passage across his domain.

Alas, all these dreams as yet remain unrealised.

But who amongst us would deny a Second Life CEO the right to fantasise about their lives sometimes?

Please be upstanding for 'Quimby's Dream'...