Been up to some more video stuff. Made this one for my Broadcast
Journalism class. It's a music video for Death Cab's a lack of color.
Only spent an hour and a half filming, racing to get it all done before
the camera's batteries ran out. I thought it turned out pretty good,
given the amount of time that I had in which to film it, and the fact
that it was pretty much completely improvised. I barely had enough
quality footage for the whole song. I also realize that it's a bit
dark, but it's something that happened when I uploaded it onto youtube,
and I don't really have the time to figure out how to fix it. I thought
it was a cute little
story though, and I had fun making it. I hope you have fun watching it.
Over the last week, I've been testing out some of the effects I
intend on using in a video project I'm developing. Here's just a
tast of what I've been doing:
Yes, it's low quality, but keep in mind that all of this is just test
footage. It'll be much better, with high quality video and audio (the
sound effects were placeholders), and I'll be putting much more time
into the effects. I just wanted to showcase what I've been developing,
as I'm rather proud of what I think I can accomplish. You'll just have
to wait to see the rest. I intend on finishing development in about a
month.
1: Excuse me. 2: Excuse me. 1: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want
to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing
off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us.
Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication
simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner.
"Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with
that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you
to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?
1: Who is Keyser Soze? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father
was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew
anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear Kobayashi tell
it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew. That was his
power. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the
world he didn't exist. And poof. Just like that, he's gone.
Underground. Nobody has ever seen him since. He becomes a myth, a spook
story that criminals tell their kids at night. "Rat on your pop, and
Keyser Soze will get you." And no-one ever really believes.
1: How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss?
1:
Do you find me sadistic? You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your
head right now, if I wanted to. You know, Kiddo, I'd like to believe
that you're aware enough even now to know that there's nothing sadistic
in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other... jokers, but not you.
No Kiddo, at this moment, this is me at my most...
[cocks pistol] 1:
masochistic.
[Blam!]
1:
There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the
righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish
and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity
and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know
I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin' that shit
for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really
questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to
say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw
some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could
mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here,
he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of
darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd
and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that
shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny
of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a
shepherd.
1:
The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. It saves on "Hello's" and "Goodbye's."
1:
I'm just glad to be alive right now. I was up a few
towns away... you know Saragosa? I was visiting a bar there, not unlike
this one. They serve beer... not quite as good as this, but close. And
I saw something you wouldn't believe. I'm sitting there see, small
table all by myself at this bar. It's full of real low-lives. I mean,
not like this place here. No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good.
Anyway, I'm by myself... I like it that way. Meanwhile, things are
going on... under the table kinds of things. Not too obvious but, not
too secret either. So, I'm sitting there. And in walks the biggest
Mexican I have ever seen. Big as shit. Just walks right in like he owns
the place. And nobody knew quite what to make of him... or quite what
to think. There he was and in he walked. He was dark too. I don't mean
dark-skinned. No, this was different. It was if he was always walking
in a shadow. I mean every step he took toward the light, just when you
thought his face was about to be revealed... it wasn't. It was as if
the lights dimmed, just for him.
1:
[in concerned tone] Mum, have you been bitten?
2:
No, but Philip has.
1:
Oh, OK.
3:
[concerned] What's going on?
2:
We might have to kill my step-dad.
3:
Oh, OK.
1:
Now listen up! Back in my day, we didn't have fancy tanks! We had
sticks. Two stick and a rock for the entire platoon! And we had to
share the rock! You should consider yourself very lucky marines!
1:
Well that's great, that's just fuckin' great man. Now what the fuck are
we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now man... That's it
man, game over man, game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What
are we gonna do?
1:
What kind of a sick bitch takes the ice cube trays out of the freezer?
1:
They call him the Sand Spider.
2:
Why?
1:
Probably because it sounds scary.
1:
Oh yeah, she's got her head in the guy's lap all right. Yahoo.
2:
Maybe she's sleepy.
1:
On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.
1:
When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of
oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to
momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become
conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a
part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every
moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the
contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with
the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.
1:
Just...wake up.
It's been a long time since I've explained this, but you can download
the music in the background of each post. So you can get the current
song (Iggy Pop's "The Passenger") right here.
So I got back last night from Tablerock Lake, in Missouri. Spent a week
at Lunker Landing resort, and it was friggin' awesome. I got to go
tubing, waterskiing, cliff diving (from 65 friggin' feet!), and I even
learned how to wake board (and grind the wake). We also rented jet
ski's for a day, so I got to race around on one of those for a few
hours, cruising the lake and jumping wakes at 85kph (and wiping out and
into the water just as fast). And that's pretty much it. Last night
Emily and I saw Pirates of the Caribbeam: Dead Man's Chest at 10:00
(every other showing was sold out). And don't believe the reviews, the
movie may have been a half hour longer than it should have been, but it
was incredible. Anyways, I'm back, so call if'n you feel up to doing
something. But keep in mind that I work from 8:00 - 5:00, Monday -
Friday. Oh, and I got my schedule for next year, which I'll put up
sometime soon. I'm just too lazy to do it now. Tschuss.
