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A Busy Woman, With Concerns
Artist, writer, unapologetic progressive, LGBTQ+ ally
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TONIGHT: Support your local filmmakers!
Hey kids, come on out tonight to the Angelika for the finals of the 24 Hour Video Race!! Our film will be screening at 8:20 p.m., but you can come as early as 6:15 to watch the other categories’ finalists. Admission is only $3, and that means you can see as many as 30 short films for ONLY $3!! Come on out and support me, Doc, and Lori as we emerge victorious for the third year in a row!!! (We hope.) What a great, fun, inexpensive way to spend an evening!!
3 years in a row!
Our film made the finals! “Coda” will screen a second time next Tuesday night at the Angelika. I’ll post it here as soon as we manage to get it up on YouTube. Wish us luck!
Coda
Against what seemed like impossible odds, we finished our movie last night and turned it in on time – in…
Will we finish?
That is the big question right now. It’s 8:13 p.m., our 5-minute short film is due no later than midnight, and due to tape failure we had to reshoot the second half of our film at 5:30 p.m. We’ve got a decent rough cut, but still have to add a few cutaway shots, the music, the titles, and a special effect scene. Our motto for this year is “Failure Is An Option.” We almost decided to just shoot ourselves hanging out at the house, drinking wine, explaining what went wrong, and tacking it on to the end of the movie. Instead we did lightning-speed retakes of of eleven shots, and are hoping for a miracle. Wish us luck! Also: CONGRATULATIONS NATE AND YVONNE!!! Little Baby Stull (she’s yet to be named) was born at 8:20 this morning. Both parents are ecstatic and exhausted. Way to go, Yvonne!!!
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
OK, so I don’t know if you’ve heard the Black Eyed Peas’ song entitled “My Humps,” (the one that goes “whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?”) but I just recently heard it all the way through for the first time and saw the video. I’ll go on the record and say that oh my god this has got to be one of the most insanely stupid songs I’ve ever heard. “My lovely lady lumps?” Did she just sing the words “Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump. Lookin’ at my lump, lump.”?!?! And NOT crack up??! It’s not like there is any shortage in this world of vacuous songs that encourage women’s use of tits and ass to further their own materialistic desires and/or boost their rock-bottom self esteem (“my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,” anyone?)… but SERIOUSLY PEOPLE. Is “lady lumps” not the most asinine phrase you have ever heard? I don’t know whether to laugh or feel horribly embarrassed. Anyhoo, the point of all this is, my brother alerted me to a BRILLIANT cover of this song by Alanis Morrissette. She managed to make it sad and haunting in tone, which is incredibly amusing when she sings something like “I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, get you love drunk off my hump,” and the video is a fantastic parody. Check it out…
My Hovercraft is Full of Eels
MY HOVERCRAFT IS FULL OF EELS! And my nipples are exploding with delight! Haven’t thought about that in YEARS! Ahh, the good old days when I could watch Monty Python’s Flying Circus and The Young Ones late at night on PBS…
Random Catch Up
I dreamed the other night that at work we had a new building, similar to the old apartment building we used to work in, but more house-like. I shared an office with Amy, in the 2nd floor bathroom. Her desk was in the tub, and mine was in the sink. Our printer sat on top of the toilet. If anyone wanted to bring us anything, they had to shimmy up the drainpipe on the outside wall, and shove their papers in through the window. Ben and I are phone-interviewing candidates for our open web designer position, and most of the people that we really like want way too much money — like, $60-$90,000 annually. It’s really disheartening. There are two people we’re bringing in this week who fall somewhat within the salary range we’re offering, so hopefully one of them will work out. If not, it’s back to the drawing board, reposting the position and probably end of summer before we’re able to hire someone. I’m the only designer on staff right now, and my workload is completely insane. I may only be the dried out empty husk of a designer by the end of summer, if we have to wait that long to get some help. Last night Doc and I watched “The Science of Sleep.” It was a pretty good movie, and a really spot-on representation of the strangeness of the dream state. Things kept shifting, changing, appearing in different places at different sizes, in different environments. I had a nice productive weekend. Saturday I was awake at 6:30 and doing yoga by 7. I know, crazy. I couldn’t get back to sleep after Neko woke me up. I did some gardening and a bit of housecleaning, and Doc and I saw a movie (“The Last Mimzy,” which […]
2008? You’re frakkin’ kidding me!
We have to wait until 2008 for new episodes of The Best Show On Television?? A nine-month (or more!) hiatus??…
Every Tape Tells A Story
When I was in middle and high school, during the dark ages of the 1980s, it was a common occurrence to see a long string of cassette tape fluttering on the side of the road, trailing away from a broken and discarded mix tape. Mix tapes, for teenagers in love, were not given lightly. A tape full of songs with pointed and poignant lyrics was a gift to be analyzed for hours; what did the selection of THOSE particular songs mean? Why were they in THAT order? And creating a mix tape for your objet d’amour was an hours-long exercise in subtleties. So to spot one of these fragile magnetic love-poem-collages in a ruined state, littering the roadside, tossed out of a car window in a fit of pique, always made me a little sad: this was concrete evidence of love gone wrong.