07 NovemberI feel settled now though (after moving down to University in September). I call this place home now, happy and free from the boredom that comes from 9-5, 5 days a week, i'm now free to write, film and chill with some real grand people with incredible deep minds.
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Welcome to indiewoodIn 1890 William Kennedy Laurie Dickson commissioned by Thomas Edison built the first motion picture camera, it took less than forty years after this invention for the art form it was used for; cinema, to become the most profitable art form of all time. The 1930’s is rightly regarded as the golden age of cinema. It was when cinema free from its competition with T.V ruled. The industry and art form in America was controlled by a dozen men, this was an era of the studios and although directors briefly took control toward the end of the 1960’s and early 1970’s there power has remained almost absolute. TWelcome to indiewood
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Life After OilLife after OilLife After Oil
David McErlane On a cold, wet night there's nothing better than coming home to a warm house, making a hot bowl of soup and then, after dinner, curling up under a reading lamp with a good book. But what if there was no gas to make the soup or run the furnace? What if there wasn't any oil to transport the dinner ingredients to you? No sweat, you may be thinking, I'm pretty hardy. If you really believe that, then I challenge you to sit in the dark for 15 minutes. It's no fun.
As that little mind game shows, trying to imagine life after fossil fuels isn't easy. Hydrocarbons are the very lifeblood of modern
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Living ThereLiving there BY David McErlaneLiving There
I shall begin this essay by telling you the reasons behind it. Two weeks ago I sat as usual with the other students in an English seminar. We sat and read a collection of essays, followed by discussion with the teacher, with the lesson drawing to a close we came to the third and final piece of non-fiction writing entitled Time of Arrival by Dan Jacobson; for those of you that have not read the essay it is a piece about the writer’s experiences when he first moved to London. As usual after reading the essay the class discussed the piece, the discuss
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Fallen Angel Chapter 3Chapter 3Fallen Angel Chapter 3
Chris sat on the sofa for what must have been over an hour, with only his mind for company. The faint sound of traffic flowed through the living room but no noise could shake Chris from his daydreaming, the big questions that he always seemed so close to answering played on his mind but the answers alluded him, as they always would because sitting here on the sofa naked and alone Chris did not fully understand the questions that so often plagued his thoughts. He was slowly deteriorating and he knew it although he did not care to admit to himself. A loud clash of metal against meta
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- Current Residence: Plymouth
- Interests: Films, Music, Wandering and Hanging with good people
- Favourite movie: Vanilla Sky
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead, Sigur Ros, Death in Vegas and Faithless at the mo
- Favourite genre of music: From Hip Hop to Rock and off to Dance, if it's got Soul i'm likin it
- Favourite poet or writer: George Orwell, Salmon Rushdie
- Operating System: XP
- Personal Quote: Unlock your mind to find lots of tricks and treats
- Tools of the Trade: The PC, a DV Camera, a pen and a pad
- Email: davidmcerlane@hotmail.com
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