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A short film by Irish artist Nicky Larkin, shot in Pripyat, in the Chernobyl exclusion zone.
The city of Pripyat was once considered the finest place to live in the whole of the Soviet Union. A thoroughly modern city, it was built in 1970 to house the workers of the new Chernobyl nuclear power plant and their families, and was once a happy home to 50,000 people. In the aftermath of the accident in Chernobyl in April 1986, the residents of Pripyat were instructed to pack one suitcase and told they would be returning in three days. One thousand buses were drafted in from all across the Soviet Union to take the residents of Pripyat out of their now highly contaminated homes. They never returned. 21 years later Pripyat stands empty, a ghost town deep within the Chernobyl exclusion zone, the last remaining Soviet city. This haunting experimental film by Irish artist Nicky Larkin takes you inside Pripyat and examines the relationship between time, nature and culture, in a city that will never be lived in again.

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Quality stuff. Nicky Larkin’s Myspace.

Photo owned by jlj4774 (cc)

O2 are launching the iphone in Ireland at why-don’t-you-just-rape-me prices. Smart move. They’re targeting the sucker generation with the ultimate sucker device. It’s a device designed for suckers. The iPhone relies on people being blinded by first-mover technology and uses that as an excuse for a business model that is the phone-contract equivelant of going around to the users mothers house and giving her a bit of a beating.

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Did you hear that The Irish Independent is giving away Ag Caint with Sharon Ní Bheoláin this Saturday? Is this an audio CD? What’s the point of getting Sharon Ní Bheoláin involved if all you’ll end up with at the end is audio?

I wouldn’t be surprised as a result of that razor sharp insight I am hired by them to come up with more ideas.

Here’s one more for free:

Next Saturday in the Independent:
Katy French doll with cocaine-death arm action.

Why not? You’ve done everything else, the barrell has been scraped, then licked, then given aids, then the boils that it got have been burst and the puss used for more articles.

Hi my name is chris, Im Irish. This was a Chinese Karaoke competion that was run by a chinese radio station here in Ireland. Many applied for to enter the competion and we had to first sing over the phone on the radio, then who ever got passed that round then had to go sing in front of a panel out of 300 only 12 people were selected to sing on the night, it was good fun and I made alot of new friends that day. Im singing 十年 (10 years) by 陈奕迅 Eason Chan.

Fucking legend. Chris for president of the new Irese/Chinish country that we all must now build as a result of this video.

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What is the Oh Yeah Music Project?

It’s a perfectly simple plan. We find a huge building in the centre of Belfast, and we fill it with music makers and people with creative energy. We kit it out with a recording studio, rehearsal rooms, a performance area and loads of space for growing fresh ideas.

We do all this because Belfast lacks a dedicated music space. We appreciate that our best acts have prospered in difficult conditions. Snow Patrol also know this, and their active support has played a critical part in the process.

I love earnest well being projects like this. It’s as though cynicism is just inconsequential leaves blowing in inconsequential circles at the bottom of inconsequential forest paths. It’s as though sarcasm was never invented. It’s as though earnest teenagers who have found peers to relate to can nod along to the rhythm of a beat I no longer understand because I’m too old. You can all just rock the fuck on forever. They’re like gig-flyer graphic designers who are so on the edge that their frequent use of almost-pink or angry purple is a statement of their boldness, their individualism. Sure they’ll choose red, but then they’ll slide that hue dangerously towards the two hundred’s,adding an ambiguous purplocity in a surging challenge to the world which can either take their creativity on board or go and jump. Don’t worry, there’s no future oiling corporate wheels here. These are the freedom fighters; fighting against the desk job. Fighting for the earnest nodding of a thousand happy fans. Beautiful.

More: Snow Patrol singer at NI assembly.

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Sleep deprevation: it’s like sticking knives into fast moving toddlers high on crack to try and stop the cycle of violence; wrong from any angle. Anyway, poor old Jazz Biscuit will be back to itself just as soon as I get some sleep.