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divimg alt="" src="http://hits.guardian.co.uk/b/ss/guardiangu-feeds/1/H.15.1/77486?ns=guardianpageName=Stage%3A+Troupe+therapych=Stagec3=The+Guardianc4=Theatre%2CStage%2CCulture+sectionc5=Not+commercially+useful%2CTheatrec6=Maddy+Costac7=2008_12_01c8=1126617c9=articlec10=GUc11=Stagec12=Theatrec13=c14=h2=GU%2FStage%2FTheatre" width="1" height="1" //divpAt the top of a cliff on the south coast of Cornwall, a group of men and women whose ages range from early 20s to late 50s are taking advantage of their isolation to play some peculiar, wordless games. Standing in a circle, they vigorously rub the limbs of the person in front of them. Then a round of what looks like tag commences, only no one touches anyone until a signal is given, at which point people randomly leap into the nearest pair of arms, or drop their weight against an unsuspecting torso. Finally, they pair up to massage each other, their grunts and sighs witnessed only by a herd of organic cows grazing in the adjacent field./ppIt sounds like the ritual of some hippy cult; in fact, this is theatre rehearsing, Kneehigh-style. Over the past few years, Kneehigh has come to be ranked among Britain's most enterprising, idiosyncratic companies. It has presented work at the National Theatre and created a bold rewrite of Cymbeline for the RSC. This year, it became a dominant force in the West End with its mischievous adaptation of Noel Coward's Brief Encounter, which recently closed after a nine-month run. Next week, it returns to the RSC with Don John, which transposes Mozart's Don Giovanni to the era of punk and disco. Artistic director Emma Rice has long been fascinated by the lothario Don Juan. In her romantic version, however, it is the women he seduces who will be the stars of the show./ppThe company has been through several incarnations since it was founded, as a children's theatre troupe, by Mike Shepherd and a gaggle of friends in 1980. It has performed work everywhere from village halls to castles, disused quarries to conventional stages. Yet this present phase, under Rice, is proving to be its most successful. Critics don't always enjoy the roguishness and rough edges of the shows - scathing reviews of A Matter of Life and Death led the National's director, Nicholas Hytner, to dub several critics "dead white men" - but audiences do. And while Kneehigh's rise in status isn't something Shepherd planned, it doesn't surprise him. "People like to think of us as a parochial company, just working within our community in Cornwall," he says. "But we're too ambitious for that. We want to travel the world."/ppAt the same time, everyone involved in the company believes its Cornish identity is crucial. "Cornwall is a place where you can make things happen," says Shepherd. "It's to do with freedom." It's the freedom, thinks Rice, felt by people "on the outskirts", to create an alternative universe, off and on the stage./ppAlthough its administrative office is in Truro, the heart of Kneehigh is in the tiny village of Gorran Haven, where Shepherd grew up and returned after a fruitless attempt to act in London; Nottingham-raised Rice has lived there since 2000. Here, at the end of a winding lane, the company rents a huddle of barns from the National Trust. Shepherd calls the Lamledra barns "a secret, special place where we can seed ideas". The company doesn't work here full time, but almost all its shows start life here, with the cast and creative team assembling for an intense fortnight of devising. Recently renovated, they house a rehearsal room, a music studio packed with ancient brass instruments, and workshops for prop-making and set-building. But the central space is a big, homely kitchen, decorated with fairy lights and bunting, and, at one end, a blood-red wall with key words stencilled on it: generosity, wonder, irreverence, anarchy, naughtiness. These words are the Kneehigh manifesto in a nutshell./ppEvery day during rehearsals, the company gathers in the kitchen to eat lunch and dinner together. It's like a cheerful family party, with 41-year-old Rice playing not the matriarch but the elder sister aware that someone needs to exercise a modicum of responsibility. Rice first came to Kneehigh as an actor in 1994, and experienced "love at first sight, love at first sense". The barns and the rural surroundings reminded her of the inspirational period she had spent in Poland in her early 20s, training with the influential Gardzienice theatre association. But whereas there she had experienced "a very harsh environment that was a lot about struggle and discovering beauty through pain", at Kneehigh the emphasis was on "joy". "They were like Gypsies: this wild group of people who had rich lives and lit fires and played instruments and made each other laugh. Everything was really sexy."/ppRice had no plans to direct, but that didn't stop her telling Shepherd and his co-artistic director, Bill Mitchell, what they should be doing. "She was so bossy," chuckles Shepherd. "It became really apparent that she should be directing. She was full of ideas, wanting to create the world on stage." Her first production, 2001's The Red Shoes, was so successful that she was given further opportunities; in 2004, she took over the company./ppSince then, Rice has maintained Kneehigh's impish ethos while raising its game. Dave Mynne, another founder member and who is appearing in Don John, recalls: "We used to joke about the 'Kneehigh school of pointing, shouting and running': if in doubt, fill the space and make a noise. Emma has added a lot of the elements that we always wanted to have there: the darkness, the stillness." Shepherd thinks that he, Mitchell and their associate playwright, Nick Darke, were content to think that something was "a good idea". "Whereas there's something about the way Emma has to tell a story that is personal to her, and invests a show with more meaning." /ppRice admits that there is "a huge amount" of herself in each show. The Red Shoes, for instance, "was about my broken marriage, and my own independence". And she recently realised that she is setting Don John in 1978 because "it's about loss of innocence, and that's when I had my first major bereavement in life: my best friend, who died of leukaemia"./ppOne thing that hasn't changed under Rice is Kneehigh's ensemble spirit. It's partly instilled by the morning ritual of jogging and playing games in the fields overlooking a shimmering sea that surround the barns. It's further fostered by the responsibility everyone shares for the upkeep of the barns: tidying up after meals, keeping the fire burning in the rehearsal room stove. But it also relies on the right actors being brought into the company in the first place. "We don't do very well with proper actors," says Rice. "The people that suit us are a little bit what I call left-handed." Whenever they've tried to work with "conventional actors", says Shepherd, "it's much more neurotic"./ppThe Don John cast is typical: aside from Mynne, who trained and works as a graphic designer, it features another Cornish actor, Mary Woodvine, who is returning to the company after a break bringing up her 11-year-old son, and Carl Grose, a playwright who performs only with Kneehigh. Along with these old hands are two Icelandic actors and a Polish violinist-dancer. None of them finds working with Kneehigh easy: the script is devised during rehearsals, there are complicated dance routines, and you're on stage almost constantly, contributing to the songs. "I cannot dance and I cannot sing," says Grose. "I asked Emma recently, 'Why do you keep bringing me back?' She said because she's interested in seeing untrained people do extraordinary things."/ppWoodvine believes that this attitude, combined with the homeliness of the barns, gives actors "a really strong sense of ownership" in the company. It's because Rice wants to maintain this that she is constantly thinking of ways to keep Kneehigh's past alive in its future. She is currently raising money to create "the Asylum", so-called because it will be "a place of madness, but also of sanctuary: an environment like our barns, ancient and modern and really creative". This purpose-built tent venue will tour Britain, returning Kneehigh's productions to "urban car parks, wastelands, cliff-tops and fields". /ppIn the meantime, the company have Don John to rehearse. You would think, what with the rigours of devising and the morning exercises to get through, they would all want a decent night's sleep. But at midnight, Shepherd leads them to the nearby mansion they rent as a dormitory for a long session of silliness, improvising blues songs at the piano and playing frantic games of table tennis with increasingly absurd rules. If Don John turns out to be irreverent, naughty and anarchic, it will be because of the fortnight that the company has spent at Gorran Haven, lost in a world of their own./ppstrongDon John /strongis in rep at the Courtyard Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, from December 12 to January 10. 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Hey folks,

I've had my 2G touch for awhile now, so far, no problems, I love the dang thing, in fact if it wasn't small, metal and glass - I'd likely make love with it.. Cough...

Crummy humor aside,

It seems now for the last 3 or so times I can recall, the date as well as the time literally gets screwed up on it at random - it's ticking me off too! Another note is the timezone/region also changes from Halifax Canada to Halifax America..

Last night we had a power outage and I went to check the time, of course it says 7AM when I knew it was around 3:30-4:00 from what my laptop said before it's battery died (no joke, my house has no old fashion clocks, everything is digital in case you were wondering).

Anyone else have the slightest clue? I've tried deleting the sync history and backups, hoping it wasn't loading those on or something. Reformatting/restoring it is an option but I'd rather avoid it for the time being if there is no other option.

I'm on Windows (Maybe that's the problem.. lol) if it helps. Thanks.

Finder is great at browsing, but what if I want to edit/preview the files? I know I can use terminal for the editing, but that is a pain. The only text editor, gTxtEdit, is a bloody joke, and there's no viable form of viewing images like we were able to on MobilePreview. Typing in paths into Safari is too arduous.

Have I not looked hard enough? Someone should really get started on porting these marvelous apps from 1.1.x.

Author : Ryan Somma

An orangutan and a brain in a vat were playing chess across the room from me.

It was a joke I hadn’t figured out the punch line to in five years of working here. The disembodied brain was Philo, and, lacking eyes, I had no idea how it understood the game. One of the psychologists who stopped in once a week to check on Philo was also stumped on this, explaining to me that Philo also lacked spatial reasoning. Philo’s understanding of chess, therefore, was purely as an abstract mathematical concept.

The orangutan was Odo. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he leaned over the board. When I first started working here, Odo would spend hours signing to me. He gave up long ago, and Philo told me the orangutan had decided I was incapable of learning. He was probably right.

Wee-Beep! Wee-Beep! Wee-Beep! A petri dish set atop a remote-control car thudded into my foot and my cell phone began chirping in response to it, which set the petri dish off chirping back.

This was Meep, a network of mouse neurons that had learned to drive around without bumping into things, except when it wanted attention. Meep just barely qualified to reside here, but I couldn’t explain how it met the intelligence requirements.

“Hello Meepster,” I said to the living toy, and stooped to pluck the rubber ball from its pincers. “Go play with Lug,” I tossed the ball so that it bounced off our resident Neanderthal’s forehead.

“Lug,” wasn’t his real name, Lazarus was, but the botched attempt at genetically engineering our distant relative just drooled and pooed himself all day. Meep was more sentient, and until Lazarus can wipe his own butt, my name for him is Lug.

“Pardon me…” Philo’s artificial voice drew my attention.

“I’m sorry Philo,” I had the injection ready in a few moments and quickly administered enough serotonin to get the brain through the afternoon. Without a steady cocktail of anti-depressants, being a brain in a vat pretty much sucks.

Think about that… When your house greets you at the door, when your refrigerator makes dinner suggestions, or when your car swerves to keep you out of an accident because you were preoccupied with your PDAI, remember that the road to all those conveniences was paved with the residents of this asylum, experiments that made AI possible and inventions that crossed the line into sentience, preventing them from making it to the market.

We have a responsibility to them. After all, they didn’t ask to exist.

 

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READ!!!! This is just a joke. lol

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COUNCIL leaders in Essex are used to their county being the butt of jokes about white-stilletoed girls dancing round their hand-bags. Now, after deciding Britain’s banks have been making a joke of Essex businessmen, the council has come up with a pioneering plan to create its own bank.

-Warning- This Video IS, in its entirety, a Spoiler I was originaly planning to expand it and use this as a joke at the end, and I may yet, but I decided to do this on its own anyway. Anime-Nadia, Secret of Blue Water.

Author: mliekseter Keywords: Nadia Secret of Blue Water Added: November 29, 2008

The activist and comedian jailed for defying the junta