Actor Alan Cumming has started a website documenting people’s obsessions. On www.itsasickness.com you can join existing obsession groups (Shakespeare, sloths, Buffy, etc) and add your own, then upload photos, videos and articles.
“Itsasickness is an obsession network honoring sicknesses; the objects of our obsession. We believe that no one is ever more interesting than when they talk about what they love. To do your sickness justice is to own it.”
While it’s painfully obvious what I have been obsessed with for the last 20 years, this project made me think about past obsessions. I have dreadfully bad memory, but here’s what I was able to dig up:
James Bond movies
Paul Newman
AFN/BFBS Radio
Film posters
Joao Gilberto / Brazilian music
Sports (tennis & baseball) and sports clothes (Adidas)
Chef and restaurateur Lidia Bastianich and her mother, Erminia Motika interviewed by Christopher Walken about their shared roots in Astoria, Queens. Lidia and Erminia used to work in Walken’s father’s bakery. Listen to revel in Walken’s idea for a cooking show in three acts: “Buy the chicken. Cook the chicken. Eat the chicken.”
Joss Whedon name checks our website (Whedonesque.com) at the Joss Whedon Experience panel, Comic-Con 2010. 7’35″ into the video he is asked to describe his script writing process: “It’s a little something like this: ‘Oh, I have an idea. OH GAWD. OH GAWD. I’m hungry. Oh, Whedonesque. [?] of me. I feel better.’
Richard Harwood, Finghin Collins, Elizabeth Cooney, Carol McGonnell, Ian Wilson and Gavin Friday during rehearsals.
One more time before the new year I followed the music abroad, bringing me to a bitter cold Paris for a third time this year.
Though I found the second part of the concert, Messiaen’s Quartet for the End of Time, a little hard going, I did enjoy Gavin Friday’s narration of Marquez’s ‘The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World’ as set to music by composer Ian Wilson better than I did the first time I saw it, in Brighton. It was the venue’s ‘recital’ setting, placing the musicians amidst the audience, that much improved the sound and intimacy. Gavin, hindered by the low lights and the yellow marker ‘popping’ on his print out, fluffed up a few times, but he also hit some sweet marks. Particularly the part of the text that goes ‘and the hidden strength of his heart popped the buttons on his shirt’.
Afterwards musicians, crew, friends – among which the lovely Fiachna O Braonain – and yours truly retired to a restaurant cellar where rustic food, sangria, wine, calvados and hearty laughter kept us warm, happy, handsome and quite, quite drowned.
Surrounded by Irishmen and women, I sometimes got a little lost – this Dutch fallen Prod doesn’t really ‘get’ the holy Host or Mise Éire, but it’s endlessly fascinating nonetheless and somehow I always feel more at home than I do amongst my own.
“While they fought for the privilege of carrying him on their shoulders along the steep escarpment by the cliffs, men and women became aware for the first time of the desolation of their streets, the dryness of their courtyards, the narrowness of their dreams as they faced the splendor and beauty of their drowned man.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez – The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World, set to music by composer Ian Wilson. Performed at the at the Centre Culturel Irlandais in Paris on October 9, 2008.
This is my most favourited picture on Flickr. Sixty-one people, mostly from Qatar or the United Arab Emirates, have clicked the little star since I uploaded it in 2005. It has only around 1300 pageviews.
It is my most favourited picture not because of my photographic skills, or my wonderful eye, but because it features Chanel decoration. It appeals to young, rich brand… well, let’s use the word fiends rather than invoking the w-word. I much prefer the picture next to it.
I’m *this* close to deleting this snapshot from my stream.
Most of my other favourited shots are of ‘pretty’ girls, like Shirley Manson, Summer Glau and, um, Brandon Flowers. Or cute animals. Ouch.
Sad but true: I’m refreshing my favourite bittorrent page every few minutes, because I want to see David Hasselhoff cry on American Idol. right. now.
As for other bad television… I have succumbed to Big Brother (UK). Oh noes!
My only previous experience with the show was the finale of BB 1 (NL), seven (?) years ago. Yes, I have been strong for the best part of a decade. Anyway, not going to explain myself. Just… freakshow! They must all die a thousand deaths, these uncouth members of Generation Beck’s, these loose moraled bullies, these sluts and dunces. Vile Sezer in particular, with Nikki ‘want a pony or I’ll hold my breath till I explode’ a close second and Richard the scheming bastard third.
