Cubelog

Would anyone like to tell me a bedtime story of what happened on this wonderful night?
I missed it all thanks to a cancelled train… waaah!

Perhaps you can tell it and make me feel like I was there…

I just found this tale and thought I’d share it, hope that’s okay Ali.

From: zuleika <>
To: ali jones <>
Subject: Re: [Cubeadmin] send reinforcements!

>
> it would be lovely to have some synopsis on cube activities.
> any takers?
>

Well, Ali, perhaps you’ve had some polite replies from the others but Ithink you deserve to hear the real story so here goes:

After you left we had a three week mourning period, all in black with cuboid veils. We only drank Guiness and smoked liquorice paper rollies, we painted the cube black and generally took on an emo style. Finally on the 21st day we tore off our blackness in a fine display of fireworks, funny foam, ticker tape and superglued hundreds and thousands all over our bodies (leading to some impressive multi-coloured rashes). We danced around to We Are Family and found it a very healing process.

In MArch we showed Pan’s Labarynth five times a day for the whole month.
We made Â2, 000, 000, 000 and invested in teabag recyling. Which was a shame because that’s when it all happened…

The April showers have been pretty bad this year. The hole in the roof reopened and suddenly, during the Small Squeaky Noises Night, we were flooded from floor to ceiling. Myself and Polly in a superb effort of combined Blusheretting and Synchronised Swimming managed to pull everyone out and nobody died (although Leslie Smith suffered from tinitus for
several weeks). The only option was to turn the Cube into a spectacular Water World Cinema, showing Esther Williams films, Life Aquatic and the like. The Snorkel Sundays have been particularly popular. We are hoping we dry out by high-summer.

On a personal note, I had an intense affair with Leslie Smith and we were briefly engaged until he found me in a compromising embrace with a Ukranian rabbit juggler one Tuesday night. Nevermind, it was worth it.

Well, that should fill you in.
Hope all’s spectacular and this hasn’t cost you hundreds of dollars in
web-time.

Underwater love,
Zuleika xxx

“Red and yellow and pink and blue, purple and orange and green. I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too.”

For one week in September 2006 Hannah Godfrey, writer, artist and Skateboarder ran The Ribbon Project.
On each day of the week Godfrey handed out and posted to participants in Bristol and beyond sets of ribbon.
Each day was a different colour . The aim being that participants would tie ribbons in their locality. A celebration of unmarked things which when intervened by tying ribbon to them encouraged enjendered alternative narratives in these interventions in the public space by passers by.
Coloured ribbons has various different associations. Girls hair is tied in them, Easter Simnel cake, cutting the ribbon, launching a boat, wrapped around presents, The Maypole. All of these celebratory in some way. But also serious issues, red ribbon for world aids day, pink for breast cancer, white for peace.
This project feels somewhere in between these two ideas. Prehaps the personal really is political here ?
Why Godfrey chose the different colours for each day we don’t know.
But this is not an HSBC advert or the united colours of Benetton campaign. It has more to do with DIY sensibilities, mail art, fluxus. pschyco Geography and the playfulness of the film Amelie.
Godfrey became a curator or ribbon tyers anoynomous. Carriers taking the ribbon to intervene with the location of their choice that means and meant a different thing to each and every one tier in place, location and country. Signifiers mapping peoples responses. Ribbons infiltrating the city through ideas.

DON’T MISS OUR LAUNCH **TONIGHT** ! ! !

Join us on a trip down no tricks alley.
Super Group Extreme are playing. Skating stories from the mindscape of Hannah G
It is gonna be a kind of end of summer party !
All everybody welcome: It’s free !!!

SK8 4 EVAH !! Don’t Do Tricks website

Here’s a one shot take ( with Green Wing style motion changes to keep up the pace ) of the atmosphere after the lights came up after the final Venn performance, Tony Allen at Trinity.

I’m asking what the feeling is now the performances are over and what was their high and low point to all the promoters I can find ( conspicuous by their absence are Chiz & Jonno, who I got with the same questions earlier in less one-take-tastic scenarios ) .

Rather embarrassingly it ends with the realisation that, due to a misunderstanding, I’ve been keeping Adam and crew waiting who want to give me a lift home - oops . . . sorry Adam and everyone - that face you and Lady do makes me feel like a right pridiot.

Vaguely interesting it’s all women who would prefer not to be recorded, and all men who agree to be interviewed ( though all the promoters do happen to be men. )

Just point out also that because I was recording onto a small digital stills camera, some people assumed I was taking stills not video.