Sacha Wheeler

My Friend Erica Berg has made and is now promoting a terrific short film called Christine 1403 about Christine de Pizan. See it if you get a chance. It’s already been booked at a whole bunch of film festivals, so here’s hoping she is able to expand upon it.

It’s very relevant in our modern times of perpetual war.

Erica has previously made theatre about Mary Haskell (benefactoress to Kahlil Gibran) and Joan of Arc (which she performed as a one-woman show at the Edinburgh fringe to considerable acclaim).

She’s also one of my favourite people.

Late one night I found myself at shardcore’s place, after the last train had left and the kids were in bed. He had a video camera, a tripod, a list of questions and a hat.

 

 Shardcore inquisition: Play Now | Play in Popup

He’s put the results up on his site, with more to follow: The Shardcore Inquisition.

Found time lapse footage set to John Cage reading an extract from Silence. Shot with an iSight camera and a PowerBook G4 with BTVPro.

 

 John Cage - Silence: Play Now | Play in Popup

The footage was as you see it and I simply listed my music collection by track length and noticed that this track by John Cage was of the same duration. Cage liked coincidences, so I stuck them together.

footage of head banging, cut to Fantomas‘ *The Omen (ave satani)*

 

 Fantomas - Ave Satani (The Omen): Play Now | Play in Popup

update: Over 10,000 views on youtube. That’s a lot of bored people. What were they thinking?

My friend Alex (http://www.alexberg.com) turned 40 and I was unable to attend. So I sent this video of me skating. It was shot and edited by me and shardcore and the Dead Kennedys are singing Holiday in Cambodia.

 

 Holiday in Cambodia - The Dead Kennedys: Play Now | Play in Popup

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife

Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.

Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack

Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc.

And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul