I was mucking about, having fun on a huge black inflatable pontoon, designed to do maintenance under the Harbor Bridge, that’s how big it was. It drifted away and sprung a leak, I was terrified. People on the shore yelled at me to jump or I’ld be killed when it wrapped me up and drowned me. I jumped, landed in the harbor, it was a long way to swim to shore, but I knew I could. Then I saw shark fins. The people were yelling again, there was a dingy floating about 400 meters away. I floated on my back and paddled gently towards it, hoping not to attract the sharks attention.

I have been working on a film, my film. Its kind of like a ‘30’s West-end musical. Cardboard cutout sets, the whole thing being shot in a huge old disused theatre. It’s a hoot, really corny song and dance routines, even involving umbrellas, there is romance, sea-adventure, action. Nobody is getting paid much, if at all, except some of the namier actors. Most of the crew are student film-makers. We are all staying near by, at an abandoned National Fitness Camp.

The Iced Vovo- Metaphorical Plea or Metanymic Demand?
Cultural Paradigm or Naughty Little Boy?

In defining cultural parameters for this investigation the author sought to establish an historical context, verify iconic integrity and mediate disparate ideologies. This observer believed a thorough and ongoing methodology, established through defined statistical forms and informed by intuitive risk assessment would be necessary to interface meaningful zootic/embryotic preforms with aesthetic significators .