The perils of your eyelashes torture my libido into a state of crass belief in Roman Catholicism.

thanks to antivicieux for the surrealist compliment generator link.

Does it seem wrong that I am so excited about this Visible Evidence conference at Concordia right now wherein various scholars & filmmakers get together to read each other their essays with titles like ‘Aljazeera, Counter-Hegemony and Neo-Colonialism’, ‘Memorialising on the Internet’ and ‘I Brought My Camera and a Gas Mask: Film and Global Justice Protest’?

There’s something just so comforting to me about sitting in a room with a bunch of other media theory junkies, listening to academic rants about the visualisation of public space, watching a plethora of clips which rearticulate a paper’s arguments and then exchanging inside jokes about the current repercussions of narrative on the authenicity of the documentary genre.

If you’re less into being a huge nerd, of course, and more into watching movies, the conference is also screening the documentaries all the cool kids are raving about in the evenings such as the canadian shorts Ryan and Hardwood.

Also, in keeping with the theme, the sound piece of the day is There’s a Risk of Arrest if you Turn Right. You’ll likely want to skip the intro and just jump right in. It takes a little while to warm up in flavour, but I swear that one of the protesters near the beginning sounds just like Napoleon Dynamite.

double ‘n’ -ed j,

the words you slipped into my pocket in the kitchen are riddled with mistakes that have been trying to come true ever since.

-m

sometimes the most exciting destination isn’t all that far from where you started out.

also, the moss in hitler’s bavarian bunker has outlived him by a long shot

with less than two weeks left, we’ve made it just about as west as our trip will take us. we’re staying at our friend Martin’s place (certainly significant in his own right in the documentary world as the producer of Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus).

since recreating our version of leni’s triumph of the will in Nurnberg last week, we’ve met up with ron holloway in berlin, visited an island of cyclists in holland, got swept up in the contagious excitement of honor hager about radio astronomy and merging generations of media in newcastle-on-the-tyne and discussed the power of and necessity for video activism with franny armstrong, of McLibel fame, here in london.

[a funnily enough side mention: german and dutch were much easier to understand than plain old english as it was spoken in northern UK.}

in any case, somewhere amidst all those fun people and places we visited the Dachau concentration camp memorial site. Dachau was sort of the model for all the subsequent camps (it oppened in 1933 for crying out loud). not officially an extermination camp, but chilling and thought provoking all the same, as you’d imagine.

to see a variation of these updates in photo format carry on. otherwise, cheerio.

also, i keep forgetting, did i mention that i’m running away to iceland?

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Merch update: The new pilgrIMAGE t-shirts will read ‘I got kicked off the Nuremberg rally grounds for unlawful behaviour.’