<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:25:06.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau Bo's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-1291862076422972675</id><published>2009-06-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:10:34.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final work proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ground plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to project 3 different videos from ceiling on walls that I built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBxFiMDPFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/biUHjLqnVCI/s1600-h/R0013950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897097579412562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBxFiMDPFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/biUHjLqnVCI/s400/R0013950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Floor measurement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBxFC17GRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/S5Jemp0Suz0/s1600-h/R0013952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897089165105426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBxFC17GRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/S5Jemp0Suz0/s400/R0013952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From above (walls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBxE6_r-eI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GRTJ9xP8Is4/s1600-h/R0013953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897087058573794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBxE6_r-eI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GRTJ9xP8Is4/s400/R0013953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From above (bars on ceiling, position of projectors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBwyYb4LoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1tzofAWbiCE/s1600-h/R0013952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;budget&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rent 3 projectors (10 pounds each) for 6 days : ￡30 x 6 = ￡180&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rent 1 mic &amp;amp; stand : ￡10 x 6 days = ￡60 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wooden walls : ￡50 each x 3 = ￡150 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mini DV : ￡3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Total : ￡393&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3rd term schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~6/16 Complete planning and designing final work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6/17 ~ 6/24 Build a wall with Julian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6/25~6/30 Taking video shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7/1~7/20 Final dessertation preparation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7/21~7/26 Editing video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7/27~8/6 DVD workshop and interview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8/7 Scratch show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8/8~8/27 Edit and modify for final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8/28 Final set up day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9/3 Private view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9/8,9 Assessment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-1291862076422972675?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/1291862076422972675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=1291862076422972675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/1291862076422972675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/1291862076422972675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-work-proposal.html' title='Final work proposal'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SjBxFiMDPFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/biUHjLqnVCI/s72-c/R0013950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-5561927958808799119</id><published>2009-05-29T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:02:11.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ononatopeic speaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SiAU_4BUSpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RZO_AH7He4Q/s1600-h/R0013712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341292245663632018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SiAU_4BUSpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RZO_AH7He4Q/s400/R0013712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SiAUsSIE84I/AAAAAAAAAE4/6upU5sdJJv4/s1600-h/R0013710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341291909073924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SiAUsSIE84I/AAAAAAAAAE4/6upU5sdJJv4/s400/R0013710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-5561927958808799119?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/5561927958808799119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=5561927958808799119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/5561927958808799119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/5561927958808799119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/05/ononatopeic-speaker.html' title='ononatopeic speaker'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SiAU_4BUSpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RZO_AH7He4Q/s72-c/R0013712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-6499463136657831921</id><published>2009-04-10T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:30:49.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Project proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SfcE6SqjYGI/AAAAAAAAADE/5hDM4Kas504/s1600-h/R0013513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329734083505512546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SfcE6SqjYGI/AAAAAAAAADE/5hDM4Kas504/s320/R0013513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SfcE6ALSSoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g63JskfGS0M/s1600-h/R0013519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329734078542531202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SfcE6ALSSoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g63JskfGS0M/s320/R0013519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Name of performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sonic chronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my research subject is about sound, I planned to make an effort my experimental solo project as a sound performance. This has 4 main parts of time periods which are Ancient silence, Industrial revolution sounds, 21st century urban noises, and my own prediction of sonic future. As a presentation, I am interested in not only sound as it is but also using other elements as if I mentioned in my proposal for final project. Thus, I will investigate some materials such as fabrics or some pieces of paper with sound and see how they are merged together to explode my ideas for final pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, the performance would be played in a small room and a lot of long-pieced materials are hung from the ceiling densely as if we are in the forest. The place is divided in 4 sections with different materials to represent each time eras and audiences would be lead by sound and lights without performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time frame for installation and strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28, 29th of April (28th : Preparations, 29th : Performance, in the evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Equipment needs for performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 Speakers&lt;br /&gt;1 Amp and control pad&lt;br /&gt;4 Lights&lt;br /&gt;Natural fibre fabrics&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-6499463136657831921?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/6499463136657831921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=6499463136657831921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/6499463136657831921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/6499463136657831921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/04/solo-project-proposal.html' title='Solo Project proposal'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SfcE6SqjYGI/AAAAAAAAADE/5hDM4Kas504/s72-c/R0013513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-2347972411494652296</id><published>2009-04-10T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:57:29.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of 2nd performance, 'Phase Lapse'</title><content type='html'>What I mostly liked about the play was the ‘simple’. Compare to our performance it had significantly different style and atmosphere which is simple but huge effect with only performer, sound and video. Furthermore, as a Korean, it was kind of a new experience of seeing Korean traditional performance. I used to love traditional plays and they were all performed by Koreans (Obviously) but in this case, it was sort of untraditional but kept the Korean play’s atmosphere effectively. Especially in the beginning, when the performer started with an old Korean poem which is very sad, I nearly cried. She understood what they meant, expressed the grace of moderated and profound Korean poems very well. On the other hand, they concentrated too much on the only simple effect. The lighting was too simple, so not enough bright to see what performer is doing in the end, and didn’t have strong effect when they reached the climax; it had quite loud and effective sounds that the show had a climax but couldn’t see what is happening there properly. In overall, I believe that it was successful and due to the good team work, they showed that what they wanted the most. Well done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-2347972411494652296?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/2347972411494652296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=2347972411494652296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/2347972411494652296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/2347972411494652296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-of-2nd-performance-phase-lapse.html' title='Review of 2nd performance, &apos;Phase Lapse&apos;'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-7744785620932576061</id><published>2009-03-24T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:47:10.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tue 10th March, CRAZY WISDOM</title><content type='html'>How do we absorb ‘ART’ when we see the ‘ART’? Some of them would be known immediately what is the artist’s thought, but some are quite hard to understand what they want to be expressed. I have been to a sound performance called The Sound Source, CRAZY WISDOM to be inspired for my final project which is going to be a sound installation performance. They showed the diversity of the expressing sound art with a lot of methods. It was experimental, interesting or unusual. Particularly engaging with the cellist Anton Lukoszeviesze’s performance was quite interesting. I had absolutely no idea about his career before. He co-curated the performance and appeared on the stage as a performer as well. What he mostly did during the performance was making random sounds with his bow and fingers. Sometimes he hit the body of cello, rubbed or scratched strings with different tempos (personally I sympathised with the cello). To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t stop giggling during the performance. It was like a comedy such as somebody pretends that this is a very serious play and that makes us laugh with the ironic situation. On the other hand, while I felt it is like a comedy, some other audiences clapped their hands in applause passionately. They didn’t mean to mock at the performer, they seriously loved the performance.&lt;br /&gt;How could it be happened at the same time in the same place watching same work? Was I not serious in the play? Am I not taking the art seriously?&lt;br /&gt;It could not only depend on audiences’ personal emotion, perception or background knowledge, but also be considered with the method of expressing artists’ ideas to absorb them. Artists have their own way to communicate with spectators using various materials. As if the example of this sounds performance artist, Anton Lukoszeviesze, even though he took the unusual sounds with his cello to communicate with his audience, but he failed at least with me by taking the method. It was much closer to noise for me. However, I was wondering if music experts, who understand the medium very well, hear it, would they understand what he is performing? What if he used painting instead of performing with cello, would it be easy to understand for me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is the portion of artist’s decisions to choose materials for expressing ideas. Anton Lukoszeviesze voiced himself with his cello, Andy Warhol picked a tomato soup can with screen prints. Throughout this experience, I became aware of how important to choose medium to make the spectators to get on with my idea. I would be concerned with not only regarding as representing my ideas but also deciding mediums and displaying them effectively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-7744785620932576061?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/7744785620932576061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=7744785620932576061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/7744785620932576061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/7744785620932576061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/03/tue-10th-march-crazy-wisdom.html' title='Tue 10th March, CRAZY WISDOM'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-303828672941866603</id><published>2009-03-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:12:04.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Group Performance] Ambient Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-534998ca487eb48b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D534998ca487eb48b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24C51B82756E73A65EF04961837957B76AC33E82.5FB233CA5BAFBF2F2B395C8C083D14C6E4C535C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D534998ca487eb48b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOhiXPkrJcAbsRexJYb-WcYRlsaY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D534998ca487eb48b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24C51B82756E73A65EF04961837957B76AC33E82.5FB233CA5BAFBF2F2B395C8C083D14C6E4C535C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D534998ca487eb48b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOhiXPkrJcAbsRexJYb-WcYRlsaY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;scene #4,5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(When the lights come back up once agian they have a harsher quality than before and are shining directly at the actor, who is standing motionless in the middle of the room. He has taken off his house coat and underneath it is revelaed that he is wearing a kaki t-shirt and a pair of beat up jeans. He is waiting, impatient, nervous. The two characters are disturbing by the sound of a woman's scream.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : What's that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Nothing. There is always some carelessness on both sides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : But that cry? A woman's cry? A call for help perhaps? It's disturbing. You hear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : I told you, you mustn't think about it anymore. And you must stop listening to the sounds from outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The scream is heard again. The second character helps the first to remove the bandages that are wrapped around his face. Underneath another formless mask becomes visible.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : But I told them to be quiet. Good thing I remembered to cover the windows with padded curtains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : That wasn't a make believe scream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : How do we know? And what does it matter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(A noise is heard, as if something has fallen in the next room, in a natural tone.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Oh what is that? What is it? Can't they leave me in peace. What's going on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : Nothing at all. Someone must have dropped something. You're getting nervous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : May I have a look outside?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : Just a quick one because it's getting late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Both characters move to a part of the wall stage right where the tear away pieces of the wall so that they can peer out. From behind the wall doors that open on to the theatre are pulled open and through them a very bright light shines. Penetrating the darkness of the room. Both masked character turn to the audience as the army men drop to the floor and the doors close once again blocking out the flood light from outside.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Come over here. Come over here. Have a look outside. Have a look outside. Have a look outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Taking each member of the audience by the shoulders, the masked characters direct them to little peep-holes in the walls. Through these they can see little scenarios involving toy soldiers. The audience may also listen to head phones that are playing cartoonish sounds which are stereotypically connected to war. While the audience look through the peep holes the two masked characters join hands in the centre of the room and observe the audience. Images of glorified war are projected on all walls, lighting the actor and audience simultaneously. After sometime a pink light comes up behind the wall . The room is a glow a hushed voice begins to whisper urgently. The character in the morrored mask stands up on a box and prepareds to tell a story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-The end of scene #5-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8235cde1c802795" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8235cde1c802795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7345EC5F6846DE6F5E8E35190B8213CA651F1D8F.79814DA2083A61AFC55874C1BCA21A0438CB1F1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8235cde1c802795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyb3On5EG4K2t-1xzR9TOxbozhj4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8235cde1c802795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7345EC5F6846DE6F5E8E35190B8213CA651F1D8F.79814DA2083A61AFC55874C1BCA21A0438CB1F1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8235cde1c802795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyb3On5EG4K2t-1xzR9TOxbozhj4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scene #6-1( Scene 6-1,2,3 would be overlapped in the nearly end bits)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : It's evening in an apple orchard the sky is calm and pink the earth is bathed in a sudden peace. The moan of doves. The peace that precedes battles. The air is very still. An apple has fallen to the grass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The actor grasps the apple through the hole in the wall)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : A yellow apple. Things are holding their breath. War is declared. The evening is very mild. We're at the edge of the meadows. But suddenly death has pricked my ears. Things are lit up in an ultimate goodness. The water lay motionless in pools. The wind itself was awaiting an order to unfurl the flags. Suddenly all was fire and sword! Splinters of shells had gashed the lemons. Now death was in action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2: Shut up! You liar! Shut up!! (Tossing the apple aside)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : I wanted to disenchant. You've got to realise that. (pointing to the audience) They need me. I'm like a pool in which they behold thenselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : When it's over, their minds are clear. I can tell from their eyes. Suddenly they understand mathematics. They love their children and their country. It brings consolation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : Hell No! None of that. That sort of thing would shoot them into a heaven of abstractions, where they'd hang permanently. You've got to leave them in their living reality. Let there be poems and pictures, but they mustn't give pleasure, they've got to sting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Reality frightens you, doesn't it? Would it preturb you to see things as they are? To gaze at the world tranquilly and accept responsibility for your gaze, whatever it might see?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(sound of gun fire in the distance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : Who is it? Our side? Or rebels? Or...someone dreaming?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Stop listening. You seem anxious. Has anything happened?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-284893da5658ed36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D284893da5658ed36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A874FAAFB40FEA35AB116F7F79EA4EE233AEACE.29B1E1B72625628D56C9966934A220B391540820%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D284893da5658ed36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJPhgTVl7UWy0mR51QBJ0xJAaF_8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D284893da5658ed36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A874FAAFB40FEA35AB116F7F79EA4EE233AEACE.29B1E1B72625628D56C9966934A220B391540820%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D284893da5658ed36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJPhgTVl7UWy0mR51QBJ0xJAaF_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Scene #6-2-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Suddenly darkness and the real mournful cries of a baby are heard from the balcony, outside of the TV studio. and it transforms into baby cries of our lives. This noise must have a different quality to all those that have preceded it as it is the sound that will end the performance. The door to the corridor leading out of the TV studio is opened and a wind machine batters the audience as they are ushered out of the TV studio by the actors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29281f97c25a5203" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29281f97c25a5203%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71D38D2B8BBA36B0356D86255AD7CB4D44153B8A.38D53612F05ACE3731F5390C5994838A62CB627D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29281f97c25a5203%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOJFBWDR2QITXz6pXReJNE8jMMks&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29281f97c25a5203%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71D38D2B8BBA36B0356D86255AD7CB4D44153B8A.38D53612F05ACE3731F5390C5994838A62CB627D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29281f97c25a5203%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOJFBWDR2QITXz6pXReJNE8jMMks&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Scene #6-3-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1+2 : Come along...Get out...Get along clear out of here... You've nothing further to do But you've got to leave... Your times up... I don't know what you're doing and I haven't the right to enquire...Don't laeve us alone. Gentlemen you are free. You'll leave by the narrow door that leads to the alley way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-303828672941866603?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=284893da5658ed36&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=29281f97c25a5203&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=534998ca487eb48b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d8235cde1c802795&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/303828672941866603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=303828672941866603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/303828672941866603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/303828672941866603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/03/scene-45-when-lights-come-back-up-once.html' title='[Group Performance] Ambient Noise'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-7524766633121645780</id><published>2009-03-12T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:55:29.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Group Performance] 25th March, Ambient Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, our group performance is mainly running by sounds without actual actors' lines. Thus the role of sound design is very important and I would like to have some feedbacks for a better result. Some other scenes will be updated soon, please leave your opinions of the sounds. Thanks and Enjoy them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dfa21e8c62ce6a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0dfa21e8c62ce6a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C7E076B27F2B8BB3A50CD084E4211AABE6AABA7.1174C08006569ED78FBDC1A297ECE468A83BA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfa21e8c62ce6a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpL2ffkY0s6EvPlfPAYOS-SPwNjk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0dfa21e8c62ce6a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C7E076B27F2B8BB3A50CD084E4211AABE6AABA7.1174C08006569ED78FBDC1A297ECE468A83BA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfa21e8c62ce6a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpL2ffkY0s6EvPlfPAYOS-SPwNjk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ambient Noise Scene#1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The audience enters the corridor of the TV studio. It is very dark. They are greeted with ambient noises of our lives and are kept in this space for approximately 2 minutes until a voice is heard...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Someone opened the door...who can it be at this time of night? Who is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(A match flares up in the balcony of the corridor. It is held by a masked figure. The mask is made of broken pieces of mirror that reflect and multiply the light around the space. The voice continues...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Oh...you... you were late. Where the hell were you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's happening outside? Do you have any news? What about the war? Where is the war?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wouldn't take the liberty of asking your opinions. Everyone is free and I'm not concerned with politics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Real life... You mustn't think about it anymore. And you must stop listening to the sounds from outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(laugh) What you call outside is as mysterious to us as we are to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Viewed from here... life seems to be so remote, so profound. That it has all the unreality of a film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have reached the point at which we can no longer be actuated by human feelings. Our function will be to support, establish and justify metaphors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The door to the TV studio suddenly flings open and from inside an eerie purple light glows. The masked figure on the balcony extinguishes the match and points through the door to indicate to the audience that they must enter. The voice continues.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 1 : Turn left and be careful they don't spot you. When you get to the windows hug the wall on all fours. They are shooting from the roofs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-End of Scene#1-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0c12d7b5a5f5ada" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0c12d7b5a5f5ada%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E3809D3E4C1479C4CED4386C2B24909A1BDC4FE.76938497F9F7ED3DAA105B6E985390991AE119D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0c12d7b5a5f5ada%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLgUAWS6t2DzrFcGu7oMaLBWrrGY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0c12d7b5a5f5ada%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E3809D3E4C1479C4CED4386C2B24909A1BDC4FE.76938497F9F7ED3DAA105B6E985390991AE119D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0c12d7b5a5f5ada%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLgUAWS6t2DzrFcGu7oMaLBWrrGY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ambient Noise Scene#2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Inside the TV Studio there is a warm hazy room. It is lit by the soft blue/green light of a television screen. There is a second masked feature who has his back to the audience. His mask has no features. It is blank and expressionless. He stands in a dressing gown looking blankly at a television that is playing British Army enlistment adverts. The sounds that have been playing in the corridor continue while the audience enter the space and position themselves around the room. Suddenly as if awaking from a dream the masked figure acknowledges the audience. A second voice is heard.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOICE 2 : You're late! Where the hell were you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been told that this house is going to be besieged. The rebels have already crossed the river.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This afternoon, just before you arrived the rebels took three key positions. They set fire to several places. Not a single fireman came out. Everything sent up in flames the palace was blown up last night. It's dangerous for anyone to loiter in the streets. You had a pretty close shave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(he laughs and taking a stance like a movie character, he pretends to machine gun the entire cafe) Bang, bang, bang, bang!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went out to plant a bomb. When I got half-way up the street, some son of a bitch started firing away but he missed me. I saw the machine-gun almost in front of me. He was reloading. I just stood and stared at him, cool as a cucumber. He looked as if he were posing with the light beaming on him. He took aim. And then, he toppled over. One of our boys had picked him off. I continued on my way, calm as can be. I plant my bomb and here I am. I wasn't scared for a second. Didn't bat an eyelash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-End of Scene#2-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-7524766633121645780?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dfa21e8c62ce6a2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/7524766633121645780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=7524766633121645780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/Sagn3iFwE_I/AAAAAAAAACM/5HJhjyIKKw8/s72-c/R0012507-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-5196134220024601461</id><published>2009-02-23T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:36:45.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMBIENT NOISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a33ce56350a0912c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-283887246528102936</id><published>2009-02-23T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:06:37.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FINAL PROJECT PROPOSAL</title><content type='html'>Since the industrial revolution, as capitalism has spread all over the world, an ethos has developed that worships the ‘New &amp;amp; Enlarged’. People cared about themselves and products so individualism has overflowed for decades. Every new remarkable mechanism which is developed is seen as more important than people. Inventions of new implements are pursued without taking care of others that surround us or the environment. However, after a few years, people realised that we need to estimate for the environment and ‘human well-being’ showed up as an issue for the world. As a reaction to the capitalistic non environment-friendly image, people started to attempt to make a healthy life and also design are now starting to be considered in an organic, natural, or eco-friendly way. For now, in this period, even though both phenomena (capitalism and wellbeing) are completely different and opposite images, they cooperated to improve the quality of human beings’ lives and interactive each other instinctively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The cardinal importance of music in announcing a vision of the world is nothing new. For Marx, music is the “mirror of reality”; for Nietzsche, the “expression of truth”…”If you close your eyes, you lose the power of abstraction” (Michel Serres, p.6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Michel Serres, every sound reflects the real life, the fact. Sound represents a lot of phenomena around us. We are living in the sound society and we even do not feel any discomfort of living in this culture. This is because I assume that we do make noises unavoidably everyday, and hear them as a life since we came into this world. Moreover, the noise represents the issue of the period, the century, and the moment. We get the majority of our information from noise, which is documented and publicised. And also finally it is accumulated for a long time and exploded in proper timing. This is what we are facing; the fact that we are living in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final practical project, I would like to merge and express the two notions of historical, cultural phenomena in one installation performance. They have been through the century created and enhanced like other social issues but had strong features of each, such as in the industrial boost century, the sounds, particularly industrialised, artificial noises were created everywhere. As Jacques Attali mentioned on his book, “Today, every noise evokes an image of subversion. It is repressed, monitored. (p.122)” And a metaphor of this period would be represented in the performance as sounds with different range of pitches and length. On the other hand, with the well-being decades, natural fabric, which is organic, adjustable and flexible, would flow with some advanced movement in company with the sounds. Also naturally for this installation, the performance is going to be shown by a lot of documented issues or icons to support the idea of historical noises. Basically, I assume that representing my idea by comparing two huge decades in different material would need a lot of survey and research of the period. Therefore, for the second term, my study would start with investigation and scrutiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-283887246528102936?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/283887246528102936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=283887246528102936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/283887246528102936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/283887246528102936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-industrial-revolution-as.html' title='MY FINAL PROJECT PROPOSAL'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-1805181712941005112</id><published>2009-02-08T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:01:21.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal for Company Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name of performance&lt;/span&gt;: Ambient Noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Company Members&lt;/span&gt;: Bo Young Kim, Sarah McLaughlin and Vasiliki Papadopoulou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;: We are proposing a 20 minute performance based on Jean Genet’s seminal piece of literature, The Balcony. This text has been chosen for its unique synthesis of, and approach to, the core themes of reality and escapism. We wish to explore the tension that exists between ones political responsibility and ones desire for escapism. In so doing, we will take particular care to address the role of sound in either stimulating a political consciousness or conversely inducing a personal fantasy. Whereas the characters of Genet’s original play chose to ignore the sounds of war and destruction that could be heard from outside the brothel; our production will confront the audience with a similar choice. We plan to provide each participant with a choice of aural stimuli. From outside of the playing space they will hear the sounds of modern warfare; however inside the space they will be greeted by a solo performer who indulges in his own false reality. Since Genet’s script famously created an ambiguity between truth and fiction, our performance will also aim to distort the boundaries of what is real. Consequently, we hope to call into question the validity of our knowledge of contemporary international conflict, which is based entirely on the information that is disseminated through various media bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Implementation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time Frame for installation and strike:&lt;/span&gt; This performance will be conducted in the TV Studio between the 19th and 25th of March. Our Production will be ready for public viewing on Wednesday evening at five o’ clock with a get-in on Tuesday morning between 10 and 12. The company strike will take less than a half day to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Budget&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The Company have decided a collective budget of £100 to realize this production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Delegation of tasks&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Bo Young Kim: Sound and Costume design&lt;br /&gt;Sarah McLaughlin: Direction and Projection design&lt;br /&gt;Vasiliki Papadopoulou: Set and Lighting Design&lt;br /&gt;Technical Rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Equipment needs for performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Stage Lights (par cans and source four pars are preferable),&lt;br /&gt;2 projectors,&lt;br /&gt;Hazer,&lt;br /&gt;2 speakers,&lt;br /&gt;amp,&lt;br /&gt;mixing desk,&lt;br /&gt;CD Player,&lt;br /&gt;ladders for installation&lt;br /&gt;and safety cables to secure the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Equipment needs for Documentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 Camcorders&lt;br /&gt;3 Tripods,&lt;br /&gt;1 stills camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basic Set Elements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch,&lt;br /&gt;TV,&lt;br /&gt;10 pieces of 4x8 Plaster Board,&lt;br /&gt;Paint&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ground plan (Click!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SY_UK0yZF2I/AAAAAAAAABk/NoXj3GySwAI/s1600-h/ground+plan+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300688568872146786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SY_UK0yZF2I/AAAAAAAAABk/NoXj3GySwAI/s320/ground+plan+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-1805181712941005112?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/1805181712941005112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=1805181712941005112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/1805181712941005112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/1805181712941005112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2009/02/proposal-for-company-performance.html' title='Proposal for Company Performance'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SY_UK0yZF2I/AAAAAAAAABk/NoXj3GySwAI/s72-c/ground+plan+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-3436002647107052878</id><published>2008-11-19T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:42:27.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop giving a shit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSS8KBhOplI/AAAAAAAAABM/-T0zz_TM_0A/s1600-h/OPERAT~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270544344322844242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSS8KBhOplI/AAAAAAAAABM/-T0zz_TM_0A/s200/OPERAT~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just went on to the WCAMA website to check the schedule, and found out there was a video clip about a filmmaker. I was keen on filmmaking recently, and thought it would be helpful, and started watching it without hesitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, I start an article like this 'I've got a lot of inspiration from him.' or 'He made me looking back of my life.' in normal reviews, but what I am going to say is "He is an 'fucking'(I just got this word from the documentary) idiot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got an huge,huge,huge opportunity working in filmmaking in the States and it didn't go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, it was not a good start being an intern who want to be an ambitious director, but if I were him, I would never spend time mixing some snacks, going to the party while I have a work to do. Furthermore, The thing that make me angry about him was his attitude. I think he's better to be in the marketing or advertising industry. How could he possibly make excuses in every situation? I was 'amazed' by his verbal faculty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I understood him a bit. Because of political issues, he couldn't go back to his country (whether he wants or not) and living around other countries, extends short term visa...it looked horrible. I know how home office workers(I don't know how to call them exactly) treat people in a strict way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought he represents me in some ways. I just want to say to him or myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Have you ever thought about what you've been dreaming recently? Is it going well? If it is not, why don't you just try even though you know nothing at all? And STOP COMPLAINING!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-3436002647107052878?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/3436002647107052878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=3436002647107052878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/3436002647107052878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/3436002647107052878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-giving-shit.html' title='Stop giving a shit?'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSS8KBhOplI/AAAAAAAAABM/-T0zz_TM_0A/s72-c/OPERAT~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012224958846458205.post-4952749544578574057</id><published>2008-11-17T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:43:53.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, wow, blah blah blah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSH4GGtK9pI/AAAAAAAAABE/mAqBLEf9PhA/s1600-h/DSCN5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269765822763169426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSH4GGtK9pI/AAAAAAAAABE/mAqBLEf9PhA/s320/DSCN5542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is definately going to be my first blog in "Another language".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I dream about the super-lingual chip. In the future, a tiny tiny tiny super tiny micro chip would be invented which calls super-lingual chip. Just put it in a person's brain, and he or she can automatically can speak another language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if it is possibly happened, my daughter would say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Maybe in Russian, with a posh accent) "Mum, Did you actually spend a lot of money to study English?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Still posting in English is quite weird(that's why I didn't do any posting since the beginning of term) , but I believe it would be better(or worse).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway 2, this picture on the left is books that I must read in this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them are about autism or autistic savants, I assumed that those are quite interesting subjects yet it would be very difficult to read due to professional subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I found out it is a very tempting subject, and wasn't boring at all. (I hope it would be the same until the end of the books)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, This is my excuse that I am being lazy these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSH3qlbE66I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xZg7A3ZoEDk/s1600-h/DSCN5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSH3qlbE66I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xZg7A3ZoEDk/s1600-h/DSCN5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012224958846458205-4952749544578574057?l=super-boing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/feeds/4952749544578574057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012224958846458205&amp;postID=4952749544578574057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/4952749544578574057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012224958846458205/posts/default/4952749544578574057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-boing.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-wow-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Oh, wow, blah blah blah..'/><author><name>B,B,B,Boing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951770197367740786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SaNWlOsdXpI/AAAAAAAAABs/CwCWelkBixY/S220/DSCN2765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhLM3EEySRU/SSH4GGtK9pI/AAAAAAAAABE/mAqBLEf9PhA/s72-c/DSCN5542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
