IzhNews #0D
28 февраля 2003 |
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Report - Report from Izhevsk NoViS festival of computer art ASCII 2002.
ASCII funny day (C) NoViS / BrC from almost a year since died down Izhevsk festival of computer art ASCII (Alternative Spectrum Compo In Izhevsk). I remember all of the hard, but leave such an event happens kotoroe only once a year and, perhaps, was held for the last time, it would be sacrilege. Therefore, considerably straining his mind and all sorts of hook or by crook reviving the memory event, for someone udavshegosya and for someone failed to oblivion and out of my life, the day I begin my modest story. Knowing in advance that such reports in mostly boring and understood only contemplating everything that happens with my own eyes, I'm probably not going to shift, writing vsevozmozhnye literary invective, and tell everything as it saw me. For me the festival began on April 27 about 10 o'clock in the morning with a phone call chief organizer of the actions planned, Mr. Himik's ZxZ (offer his nickname to change anything there:). As usual, with unhappy note in her voice and a couple of skvernoslovnyh vyrazheny (a common thing for Real spektrumista:)) Himik practically ordered me to collect my zx-junk and waiting motorcade, which is my stuff taken away in an unknown direction. Well, you know, throwing up, I ran to twist the wire. 15 minutes later zapilikal phone, and in the tube again there was a "friendly" voice Himikos'a, burknuvshy something like this (I quote): "Open the door, ebans ..." It is a pity that he immediately hung up the phone, otherwise I would know about a lot of new:) (I almost did not hurt, Rush needs of victims). Opening the door, I saw a waiting Sting'a, exchanged pleasantries with whom we dragged all my humble property down to where there was a Jeep SUV Izhevsk production of one of the organizers, who calls himself in the narrow circles do not except Steep (the storm of applause). In short, Moskvich-412 was:). Yes, I think, right should apologize for my somewhat mocking the story: in other words, unfortunately, can not - not interesting, but it is not mean that I'm over someone sneer - just a little bit exaggerating, so that excuse so ... :) In the car were three: a Himikos, for driving - Steep, and God forbid memory, CJ of the Perm. Himik, lounging like a gentleman, waving his sotikom, and it all reminded me terribly CC'000 (although I was not there, but I read a lot), more accesible to Random'a post party. Well, I, of course, after such associations lybu squashed all over her face and handed the instrument Steep'u, which in turn, download it to scrappy beer and other junk the trunk of his SUV. After parting with my zx and gradually starting to lose hope for his safe return, I said goodbye to this lovely group, which moved on to collect the equipment in the city. Well, I went back home to watch Mtv and meet the long-awaited get-together, a sign of many interesting things. Unfortunately, my Pentagon (more precisely, it was a computer Pix'a) never used, but the monitor even very useful. As in the past year, the party place yours truly took hold well-known in Izhevsk (and maybe where yet) Sting, bringing along with a Monohrom'a and another friend. When meeting at the appointed place, at the store Old Jupiter, my question is, how many people had already gathered, Sting happily announced that the full, and according to his conservative estimate, is already greater than it was in the past ASCII. I have this fact, of course, terribly pleased, although in reality, unfortunately, it turned out that calculations SG too modest as the visitors turned out to be an order of magnitude less than it was last year. In the first Day attended by slightly more than 40 people. On the way to the venue we met had already began to be merry combined Sarapulskaya-Neftekamsk delegation, which roamed the surrounding grocery stores in search of alcohol-containing essential oils (beer there, or another fiery liquid), and yet they needed the badges, which, apparently, and traded in the same "Old Jupiter." But mostly, I think Yet it was the beer. After all, every spektrumist knows that the party without beer - money to wind. All this again suggests the thought that the measures planned to be interesting and exciting. Already coming to the venue festivalya, I was very surprised: after all, in the rules talked about school, and looking at the building where was destined to happen all over, the first thing occurred to me - that the building of a kindergarten, and if not modest plakatiki on the window with the symbols of ASCII, I personally would just passed by. School is a small gray two-story building, with narrow dark corridors and stairwells inside. Assembly Hall (or maybe it was the gym) in which everything had to happen to its size was like a regular class, but since the school was small and the assembly hall, shorty I was not surprised. First of all, once inside the school, we went into the dining room (by the way, in my estimation, a dining room was more of the assembly hall) where people sat eating and treated khalyavnykh (Coffee and noodles, quick cooking). Well and, of course, familiar to all persons with all must shake hands, hold a paw I nepromedlitelno did. Exactly remember: there were a camera and Surv Screamer - the elite, as in any way - with them I greeted in the first place:). After, sat down with Sarapulsky Merlin'om talking about the campaigns and battles, of military action (talking about life, discussing plans and other interesting tyagomotinu:) Later in the doorway began to emerge with a worried look the organizers of future action, all those well-dressed in suits - not what is lazy - yours truly - in the jeans, sweaters, jackets and dark glasses, I like a fool (well, I think, thought many:), did not take off nearly all the parties. In general, appeared in the doorway of the elite sceners Izhevsk, they are also co-sponsors and just handsome:), Eastman and Vage (think of all the know who it is). So, looking round eye present in the dining room of people, they soon retired. After sitting a little more with Merlin'om, I there was a great desire to look at party place. After a little searching cherished premise (and I found it not so quickly as we would like), I contemplated the place the second ASCII. Honestly, ono at first glance I was not impressed and even a little pleased, but Then, lightly poprivyknuv and learn, I saw it the way it was. Around the middle of the room one after another, separated by two rows of benches, there were two large television: one imported (it image was quite clear) and domestic (middle image). Y far wall, arranged with the organizers equipment and two huge speakers. The equipment represented the two Pc and a Spectrum, which then were displayed all the category. Behind one of the Pc Himik sat and took work. Process reception of works lasted very long, several times Pc hangs and had to reload it. Since I'm in no hurry to donate its buggy intro, I decided to go outside, where breathing tobacco smoke and drink beer, almost all visitors. And, by the same, RTD, the picture which I had placed high hopes, has not appeared yet, and we must was his catch on the street, as he ignorance would be just slipped past the building, not noticing the signs. On the street I met almost all of the RGI, which zapasshis beer was still in almost sober and interacted with people. A little later, somewhere emerged not just anybody, and the "great and terrible" Unbeliver surrounded by people. Still pretty confident standing on their feet, but judging by the face, not quite sober, Unbeliver began Kindle gay people are all sorts of tales. Frankly, I do not represent his famous sceners. As it turned out subsequently, such as ordinary boozer and chatterbox, like many, but not bad thinking and well-suspended (to the right place:) language. However, apparently this is the very thing for which him and appreciate the many good guys (read: sceners). Soon, the RTD, bringing with them cherished image that I have not able to see until the gfx-compo. Slowly but surely nearing immediate onset of action, and almost all the people crowded on the party-place. Someone handed work of someone just sitting there, and so on. Yielding to pressure from the Himika, I have handed over their ill-fated intro. Soon, people were asked to leave the premises in order to officially enter again, gaining a coveted admission ticket, vote-sheet and pen as a gift. Changing money on the ticket and telling your nickname or what it replaces, Sting'u (who was trusted to produce a census of all visitors), people were inside. More poor people:) lay in wait for visitors to Survivor with the camera, demanding to say a few words about myself. Terrified people:), modestly downcast eyes, muttered under his breath. Apparently, the camera view results all in a stupor and binds language. When all their seats, Himik, not leaving your computer, announced the start of the festival, and gone-gone. First, As usual, it was music compo. It was quite a good job. All works were played by three minutes. After listening work is asked to set a score obtained at the entrance of vote-sheet. Vote-sheets were decorated simply, but tastefully: no unnecessary frills. After graduating from music compo (original and copy) was adjourned, and the people flee to the affairs and dealings. Gfx compo also brought a lot of quality work. Very often my hand draws the maximum score (five) of a different picture. In a word, and this match showed a good level of Artists on the zx-platform. Of course, it turned out, the leading places were progressive artists zx-scenes - those who have long been known for quality of their work, however, and our RTD has taken an honorable fourth place, had not got just two points, to be among the top three. In the 16k intro and demo compo were only two works. They were not the best, but important - were. Order on the party guarding a guard. Unfortunately, some individuals are too drank a lot of the fiery liquid, which is why a second day in a school building has been canceled. Once all nominations have exhausted himself, was adjourned for two hours for counting. All those who wished submitted their vote-sheets, and began grueling wait. Each whiled away the time differently. Someone wrote software, someone relaxed to the music, while others went for a walk. We RTD, Sinus'om, Sarapulsky (Unlimited Land Group) and Neftekamsk (Moderation) guys have done recently. Having strayed a bit, went into a nearby courtyard and settled down to listen to soulful songs performed by Dj Max'a, whose singing has attracted Important people in nearby houses, which povysovyvalis from the windows and eaten ... After a while we all gathered and began announcement of the winners. Offensive was the fact that all the first prizes in all categories except the 16k intro, took the Permian spektrumisty, which had to take the rap for the CJ / TBK. It was he who got all the prizes and steep diplomas. As usual, we received an incentive prize and songster Dj Max:). All prizes are distributed to all states and people began to diverge. The second day was held at the "mechanics", but to go on it I could not, as that he will still be reported too late. On the whole festival was normal; spoiled by all that many abused alcohol, and it is unacceptable for such activities. See you at the ASCII 2oo3!
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