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In which I attempt to lay my own personal headstone on the unquiet grave of musical hauntology:

…it also falls within what the wonderful Moon Wiring Club are pleased to call “confusing English electronic music”, whose most famous early proponent today might be the BBC Radiophonic Workshop and its most deified member, Delia Derbyshire. You’ve all heard her work. The original Doctor Who theme was written by Ron Grainer, but Derbyshire’s interpretation was so radical that he tried to get her co-credited as composer. The BBC, however, preferred to keep membership of the Workshop anonymous. This is an idea that’s followed through today in hauntological units like Moon Wiring Club, who go to lengths to remain anonymous, presenting a list of entirely and obviously fictional members in their materials…

Matt Jones (who has a nice article in EDGE this month on games and design) just showed me this picture:

That’s my country. See that swirly bit in the bottom right? That’s where I live. This shit is deeply incorrect.

Been offline five hours, due to my ISP assuming my upgrade purchase was actually a request to completely bollocks up my broadband provision. Back online now, but no faster than before. But spending an hour on the phone to tech support has blown out my voice, so fuck it, I’ll save that argument for tomorrow.

Having lost the first third of the day to all this, I’m about to go in search of coffee and food before trying to rescue the rest of it. I need to write some SUPERGOD today, as we’re in the last leg of that project. I also need to write a short teaser-style page for a TV project, and look over a shedload of material I’ve just been sent on a new and very strange project I was contacted about at the start of the week. In addition to that, this flu-type bug is still hanging on, and tonight I think I need to kill it with alcohol.

And it seems I have five vast emails from Ariana to look at. She’s been Scheming again, it seems. Which always makes me nervous. She’s handy with a spanner, you know.

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In 2007, David Lynch published a short book on Transcendental Meditation, titled Catching the Big Fish. Roughly half the book is devoted to extolling the virtues of meditation in decidedly Lynchian terms: “I call [depression and anger] the Suffocating Rubber Clown Suit of Negativity. It’s suffocating, and that rubber stinks. But once you start meditating and diving within, the clown suit starts to dissolve.” The other half reads like a scrapbook of anecdotes (“There’s a scene [in Eraserhead] in which [Henry] is on one side of the door; and it wasn’t until a year and a half later that we filmed him coming through the other side of that door”), musings (“there’ a safety to thinking in a diner”) and filmmaking advice (DV, DV, DV). One of the most touching sections describes Lynch’s first and last meeting with the great Italian director Federico Fellini:

I was shooting a commercial in Rome, and I was working with two people who had worked with Fellini. So I said, “Do you think it’d be possible to go over and say hello to him?” And they said, “Yeah, we’ll try to arrange that.” There was an attempt on a Thursday night that fell through, but Friday night, we went over. It was about six o’clock in the evening in summer – a beautiful, warm evening. Two of us went in and were taken to Fellini’s room. There was another man in the room and my friend knew him, so he went over and talked to him. Fellini had me sit down. He was in a little wheelchair between the two beds, and he took my hand, and we sat and talked for half an hour. I don’t think I asked him much. I just listened a lot. He talked about the old days – how things were. He told stories. I really liked sitting near him. And then we left. That was Friday night, and on Sunday he went into a coma and never came out.

The book’s rapturous tone can feel surreal when keeping the author in mind. Just imagine Lynch saying out loud, to you, “when you dive within, the Self is there and true happiness is there… it’s bliss  physical, emotional, mental and spiritual happiness that starts growing from within.” But in another section, Lynch addresses the obvious question: is he’s such a blissful guy, why are his films so dark? “I fall in love with certain ideas. And I am where I am. Now, if I told you that I was enlightened, and this is enlightened filmmaking, that would be another story. But I’m just a guy from Missoula, Montana, doing my thing, going down the road like everybody else.”

Lynch states that meditation changed his life. Coilhouse readers, who here meditates? Is it as healing as David Lynch says? Who’s never meditated properly, and doesn’t really get how it works (me!)? Lynch’s passion and clown suit metaphors make me want to try again.

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Home internet is down, possibly for some hours. Posting this via Blackberry. Talk amongst yourselves.

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I've tried a few places on St. Laurent and St. Denis such as Ghandini Coiffure, which is a student learning hair salon.  My experience there has been okay and the last time I went was really bad - the girl didn't know how to cut asian hair and basically had her "teacher" do it.  But it is really cheap only $10 for a haircut.  So I'm looking for something similar to that but with the bonus that they know what they are doing...no Chinatown recommendations, I don't really trust $5 haircuts.

Thanks for the help!

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