“NEXTED” (neks-ted)

1. the act of being removed from a video chat with a random stranger on chat roulette. 2. the act of selecting next while on chat roulette

–UrbanDictonary.com

I recently watched a video that delved into the community of Chat Roulette and covered some of the basic things one encounters there. One of the most prominent topics in the video was the idea of being “nexted” and it was suggested at the end, what would the world be like if we could “next” people in real life the way people do in the Chat Roulette platform. While part of me has been entirely curious about this Chat Roulette phenomenon (which is what lead me to watch this video in the first place), I found myself being more curious about the idea of “nexting” than the actual Chat Roulette environment.

What would a world be like where we could “next” anyone we were bored with?

It certainly is a powerful question if you think about it enough. “Nexting” could apply to any number of things beyond people as well. Don’t want to wait for the red light to turn? Next. Suddenly it’s green. Don’t want to deal with a boring date? Next. You’re suddenly at home curled up with a good movie or book instead. Tired of sitting through the umpteenth class of the semester? Next. Winter term is over and you’re on your way to your summer holiday.

Sure, lots of these things seem like great personal triumphs. No longer be bored. Waiting? Never. Anxious? No worries! Instant gratification? Yes please! When you look at the great picture, however, you clearly come to see that it’s not such a great concept. If everyone was “nexting” everything, it would be sheer pandemonium. People and objects would be popping into and out of existence. The future now, or at least a bit sooner. You’d never be able to plan anything, you’d never have the built up anticipation for something you were dying to get to and you’d probably have a difficult time keeping anyone’s attention as they’d already be off onto the next big thing that’d grab their attention. It’d get as bad as channel surfing constantly through life–and what’s the point in that? Granted, all of this is of course a little extreme–and who wouldn’t want a few “get-out-of-jail nexted style” cards to use every now and then for those sheer emergencies.

With all those second midterms, exams, assignments and ultimately finals encroaching, who wouldn’t want to “next” their way into May? Instant gratification and pushing onto the next best thing may be great every once in a while–but without the agony of waiting, spent time and emotions tied therein, can we ever really appreciate what we gain?

That being said–watch the video and think about what you think a “nexted”-capable world would be like. I’d love to hear your theories!

chat roulette from Casey Neistat on Vimeo.

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Penny Arcade: The Series started in November 2009, revealing what Krahulik and Holkins' brainchild has created ever since their introduction in 1998.

Upon learning about PATV in December 2009, I instantly became a fan of it. Being a fan of the comic Penny Arcade for a long while, I was surprised to come upon it on their website a month after it had started. To clarify, PATV is the online channel which currently hosts two video series—Penny Arcade: The Series and Blamimation with Kris & Scott.

PA: The Series is a behind-the-scenes/reality-TV look at the makings of Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins’ syndicate, including their work in their charity Child’s Play, their dealings with other video game companies, and of course their work in comics. A new episode comes up every Friday, and I’ve enjoyed every episode as of this moment.

Blamimation is the fucked-up brainchild of Kris Straub (Starslip, chainsawsuit) and Scott Kurtz (PvP). And I do mean that in the most complimentary of ways. The series happens monthly, and it contains hilarious animations done (and mostly voiced by) the two comic artists. It’s been a fun watch so far, and I can’t wait to see more.

I’m unsure if any more series will be added to the PATV roster but if there is I’d love to see more!

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There are thousands of stars in the sky,
thousands that give Man a sense of infinity
managed by making shapes.
That’s a bull, there’s a dipper, those are twins.
No matter what they saw the stars never lost their edge.

How could they?
Later, to deal with the immensity, Man
sent out metal, waves, and emissions
in hopes they would finally understand
those small celestial points.
“Gas,” they said. “Burning suns like our own.”
Maybe some of them are.
Most of them are not.

There are things out there beyond measure.
Things Man could never fathom or hope
to control with their words. Things that look beyond them
as they look up and see their constellations.
But none are really interested in the small
blue planet of dreamers. None save one.

One appears often in Man’s history.
Appearing often in dreams or beckoning
to the wanderers of the north.
Always urging them to look further,
Reminding them there’s something out there.

Why it does so was always odd.
What is its purpose? Where’s the gain?
Why? We’ll know before long
for it remains in their night sky.
Urging.

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A Single Man is a beautiful film. In every respect.

The cinematography is achingly picturesque. Paul mentioned that it was described as “looking like a perfume commercial in every shot,” but that description rings a bit too pejorative for me.

In any case, every scene is beautiful. And the clothing is sublime. Colin Firth’s suits fit him like a dream (and he looks the dreamiest I’ve ever seen him). Apparently Tom Ford even made sure that the suit Firth wore was inscribed with his character’s name on the jacket’s inside pocket. His character is George Falconer — who shines his shoes every morning, wears tie clips, and writes on monogrammed stationery. Style. Genius.

And, most importantly, the story is beautiful too. Now I just have to read the novel it’s based on.

At times I wondered if the emphasis on the visual style of the film, which is especially marked by Ford’s frequent close-up shots and deliberate changes in colour filtering, detracts from the viewer’s ability to actually feel the film, which is weighty in terms of both plot and performances. I’ve decided that if the focus on visuals does distract and detract from the emotional impact of the story, it does so only on rare occasion and it is a worthy distraction. It might also serve to create a purposeful distancing effect, to allow for a more critical perspective on the film’s events; while this is Ford’s directorial debut, I have much faith in him. If you see this film, as you should, I suspect you will too.

(Also, my apologies for the delay in posting again: I’m getting into bad habits, and I partially planned to post on a Wednesday again—ideally followed by a proper weekend post—since I could only see the film last Tuesday night, but that plan obviously failed. I should be back on track now though. Sorry!)

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Quite possibly the best photo I’ve seen of the largely candidly-uncapturable Anna Wintour, taken by (Canadian!) Tommy Ton:

Anna Wintour, captured at New York Fashion Week by Tommy Ton, for Style.com.

Also, on a somewhat related note, The September Issue is now out on DVD. Despite my lack of love for it, I feel compelled to buy a copy.

Also also, I find it funny/interesting when more than one fashion blogger captures and posts an image of the same person. Considering that the original idea of most of these blogs was to showcase people who wouldn’t otherwise get shown, I wonder if it’s an indication of the over-saturation of the market. And, as someone who just wants to make it onto one of the good ones once, I imagine how spectacular it would be to get featured on two of them!

Tommy Ton vs. Scott Schuman.

Also also also, my apologies for the lateness — and resultant partial redundancy — of this post. I was away in Montreal for most of reading week and am still exhausted to the point of being incapable of functioning. More on that trip (likely), this weekend.

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Streetlights hum,
vibrate across the dark
parking lot.
Steam unbroken
on the windows,
like someone’s hot mouth
hovered for too long over the glass.
Our bodies fit together
and erase the pavement.

Trapping the heat,
it’s hibernation in your mind,
inside your voice,
that stifles my thoughts
of progression
with ones of static.
Skin
stuck to leather
means nothing will change.

Fibres sink in the glow
of the stereo, discharged
by movement.
Notes cyclical and
slurred
saturate the background,
rest heated on top our
bare arrangement of limbs
and words.

Humidity:
sticky and persuasive.
Confined within
movement
and reaction,
invisible in
this backseat,
we’re fixed and stationary,
nothing but static.

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Black Metal. One of the most misunderstood genres of music in the industry.Certainly it is understandable, why this genre of music would flare up so much controversy and dislike, there are plenty of scales, intervals, guitar progressions, double bass, blast beats, and it’s hard to understand the screaming most of the time. The look of the band is very dark and ominous, plenty of corpse paint, blood, black leather and as much hardware (spikes for the most part) as they could have on. This genre of music is definitely angry, but what do they have to be angry about?

On Feb. 19th was the opening night of one of the few documentaries about Black Metal culture, Until The Light Takes Us, playing at The Royal Theatre in Toronto. The movie mostly discussed the Norwegian Black metal scene, featuring interviews with the band members as well as the story of their life (and in some cases death) while in the band. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the movie as I didnt know a great deal about the black metal community and its origins, just a few bits of information from fans of the genre. As the movie played however, a sense of foreboding and sadness went through me. I could relate to these artists, understand their motives and reflect on their society.Much like their ancestors the Vikings wore face paint to prepare for battle, they also put paint on their faces, but they fought a different kind of battle.

Black metal has a story with deep philosophical and cultural roots, a story that everyone should at least be aware of, because in a roundabout way, it concerns all of us. Black Metal started out in Newcastle, England, with the band Venom , who were actually a thrash metal band who coined the term black metal, along with Bathory. Venom’s Black Metal album (1982) was part of the “first wave” of Black Metal, with elements of heavy metal and thrash. Black Metal imagery is a combination of death, violence, Satanism (event though most artists did not practice Satanism), pagan mythology, spikes, face paint, long hair and a lot of leather. Until the light takes us focuses on the origins of Norwegian Black Metal, and interviews the pioneers of that group in Norway, featuring plenty of the characteristics mentioned above. Because of its harsh, fast paced, rough sounds, the genre is the most extreme of it’s kind and it’s history– no less so. Due to the vast amount of information about this I will only cover some of the features that were also mentioned in the movie. I will add links at the end of this post if you seek more information (and it’s highly recommended that you do so).

Black Metal isn’t just a genre of music, it is an ideology that is fueled by the anger that many Norwegians feel about the lose of their old cultures and customs. When Christianity took over the Scandinavian region, the crosses took over the landscape. Many pagan churches, such as The Stave Churches, were taken over and converted into Christian places of worship, with no regard for the old culture. Norway is the 4th largest country in the world, with mostly no daylight hours in the winter and about 24 hours of daylight in the summer. While it’s mountains, frost bitten forests and insane fish dishes bring in a lot of tourism, the general feeling of the place is cold, very freaking cold. According to the Euroberometer, in 2005:

* 32% of Norwegian citizens said that “they believe there is a God”.
* 47% answered that “they believe there is some sort of spirit or life force”.
* 17% answered that “they do not believe there is any sort of spirit, God, or life force”.
* 4% answered that they “do not know”.

By the sound of things, 47% of the Norwegian population is either agnostic or pagan, which comes into quite a bit of conflict with the other 32% of those that do believe. While most of that 47% don’t outworldly express it, there was a small generation of young adults that started getting very angry at the world they now saw around them. They disliked the way that the western world, and Christianity overshadowed and destroyed their pagan beliefs. Their anger is what fueled the dark tones and sounds of this underground musical genre, as well as their violent behaviour. Between 1992 and 1993, at least 4 Medieval churches were burnt down, 3 of those by either Varg Vikernes or two of Mayhem band members. Much of the situation at the time (early 90’s) is explained through the eyes of Varg “Count Grishnackh” Vikernes, former member of the bands Burzum, Mayhem, Old Funeral and Darkthrone. Varg was convicted with 4 church burnings and of the murderer of his band member Øystein Aarseth , who took credit for all the “brutality” even though he didn’t do much of it; for Øystein it was all about the image of appearing brutal, while not actually committing any crimes. While he was convicted Varg describes a different version of events, “They presented one witness in each case who claimed I had burned this or that church, and that was it. “Guilty”. Just like that. This process was repeated four times, and I was found guilty of kindling four churches, three of them having burned to the ground. There was not a single piece of physical evidence in any of these cases. I was convicted solely because of the testimony of one single person in each case.” Varg is surprisingly eloquent and calm in describing the anti-religious and commercial sentiments that he and his band members were experiencing. The very short version (it’s explained in more detail in the film) is that while the motive of the murder remains somewhat under debate, Varg committed it in self-defense, and after 15 years in prison, he was released on parole on May 24th 2009 (under probation). What isn’t debatable is the motive behind the church burnings that too place either by Varg and his band member or other individuals. They hated what Christianity did to the Viking cultures and they wanted to show just how much respect they had for it, as Varg stated “they didn’t have any respect for our customs, so why should we have respect for theirs”.

At the beginning this movement was a small group of people that wanted to get their anger out, at the world, at commercial over- taking by corporations, assimilation of culture, and (what I felt ) an anger for other people trying to define what their identity should be; so they changed it drastically. They did it with dress style, retaliation, and by creating the most disturbing sounds that they could think of. This is their self expression, their rage, and for many their depression coming out in music, and with Black Metal you can really feel it. Most of us don’t want to face that dark side of us, most of us ignore the primal nature of humanity, and our old pagan roots before dogma took over. These people, as menacing as they seem, are also human, and they defy the mainstream by confronting those raw emotions that are bottled up inside every day, as society tells us we should. “Don’t express anger” they say, “try and be composed”. While I don’t necessarily agree with burning down 900 year old churches, another part of me also understands why they did it. The church represented what they hated, and what everything became, and just as the old pagan church was masquerading as a Christian place of prayer, so were they, having to masquerade as a “functioning member of society”, having to give up what they believe is their true selves.

There is a dark poetry about their life and music, their sadness and antagonism comes through the interviews. Ever since the first generation of Black Metal, many of the new Black Metal fans, seem to miss the point of the genre, and focus on the image that it gives, the more brutal the better. What I ask, is that you look deeper, and see these musicians as people, many dealing with depression, all of them frustrated, and among all that, also a sense of humour. There were many parts in the film that were humorous, such as the artists discussing whether they like their corn flakes crispy or soggy. These humorous parts, show us their humanity and how they are as people, and not to get too philosophical but I dare say show us the “the lighter side of darkness”. Don’t fear what you don’t understand, always seek the truth, shed some light on situations and explore the motivations behind them. Always question.

“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”
~Richard Wright

Until The Light Takes Us is playing all this week until Friday at The Royal theatre, 608 College Street, Toronto

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*http://www.peterbeste.com/store.html

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So, the past two weeks have been pretty hectic with midterms and the like so I haven’t really formulated anything proper this past week for an entry. However, with reading week formally beginning today (read. Monday), I figured I’d start you off with a cute cat video that helped cheer me up amidst my studying and intense coffee sessions in case you needed a bit of a smile too.

Tune back in later in the week for a (hopefully) more lengthy post.

Have a great reading week!

(Who doesn’t love some great multitasking purr-worthy attention?)

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While most people around the world celebrated Valentine’s Day, the more nerdy of us may say, “Jee whiz, isn’t there another day close to Valentine’s that is worthy of honourable mention?” Since you are on the edge of your seats, there certainly is–Darwin Day! I must confess this entry started out after watching Valentine’s Day (directed by Garry Marshall) yesterday evening. In the movie, Kara Monahan (Jessica Biel) really hated Valentine’s Day, and while she was attractive, successful and in the company of great friends, she just couldn’t stand the holiday. While observing Kara and the multiple blackberry product placements, it occurred to me: this week isn’t only about Valentine’s Day and people using their Blackberries as vibrators while listening to Michael Bublé as the movie portrays. Instead, today marks two days post the birthday of Charles Darwin, born on February 12th 1809. Charles Darwin gave a much bigger contribution to the world than St. Valentine, therefore I believe he deserves his own holiday and his share of Hallmark’s shelf space in celebration of Theory of Evolution. Though I suppose that wouldn’t get Hallmark as much holiday revenue; it would certainly cause a few riots in the “bible belt” of the USA and at least make this time of year a bit more interesting.

So to celebrate his achievements, let’s roll back the clock some 200 years or so and take a look at how it all began.

Charles Darwin was English, which automatically qualifies him to narrate nature shows on the Discovery Channel. He was born in Shrewsbury, Shropshire and later went on to study medicine at the University of Edinburgh, but he “found lectures dull and surgery distressing” (Isn’t Wikipedia wonderful). Having realized he disliked medicine, our young and ambitious dropout student then went on to apprentice under John Edmonstone, a freed black slave from whom he learned taxidermy, the art of turning cute adorable creatures into creepy display trophies. Now to fast forward the clock a few more years to the year 1856, the year of Rock N’ Roll Biology style, Darwin was already married to his first cousin Emma, and had a few kids. While he loved them dearly he was a big workaholic. In those years he’d already traveled all over the globe hitch-hiking his way in every ship navy-style. He longed to study cultures, behaviours, bugs and other assorted creepy crawlies. It was during those years that he collected most of the data that made up his writings.

Darwin came from a nonconformist Unitarian family, which, besides being a mouthful, is a theology which teaches belief in the single personality of God, as opposed to the Trinity, the Father, the Son and the Holy spirit. So if you ever invited the Almighty out for a pint and said you were buying, He wouldn’t be bringing his other pals along, because that would just be ungentlemanly. By the time Darwin returned from his many journeys his belief in the existance of God withered significantly, and he started to question the Bibles’ literal meaning. Darwin later writes

“In my most extreme fluctuations I have never been an atheist in the sense of denying the existence of a God.— I think that generally ([and] more and more so as I grow older) but not always, that an agnostic would be the most correct description of my state of mind.”

Which is the Victorian way of saying “I’m not freaking sure what’s out there, so please let me have my tea in peace”.

On the 24th of November 1859, “On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life.” was published, resulting in mass criticism from the religious community, the likes of which Marilyn Manson could only wish for. So far Darwin dropped out of school, was cutting up dead animals, and angered the catholic church: If he lived today, he would have dropped everything, started a death metal band and called it “Atheist’, oh wait–that’s’ been done. Maybe, Darwin and the Taxidermies would work better here for an indie twist, or does Darwin and the Evolutionists have a better ring? But I digress.

Charles Darwin as a Young Man: a portrait of what could have been. If only.

So remember this day next February 12th, remember Charles Darwin who reminds us that this day isn’t only about showing someone you love them with foods high in sugar and artistic prowess in making Valentine’s Cards and flower arrangements, it is also a reminder that Darwin realized long ago love wasn’t the only factor controlling who and why we pick someone to cuddle next to a fire with.

And if you feel adventurous you can always combine both days in one and dress up like Tarzan for your sweetheart. Remember to do the mating dance.

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