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Friday, July 18th, 2008
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5:23 pm - awesome things that i reccomend to all of you.
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"this nation's saving grace" by the fall
"ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space" by spiritualized
"franny and zooey" by j.d. salinger
"the road" by cormac mccarthy
"the straight story" by david lynch
"mean streets" by martin scorsese
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| Friday, July 11th, 2008
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12:36 am
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| Saturday, June 21st, 2008
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11:51 pm
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| Wednesday, May 14th, 2008
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10:38 am
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Boners are touching other boners. Something feels wet. Who is in my mouth?
There's an old guy who can't handle it and is coughing in the corner. He says he just needs a breather.
In the dim light, I can see his weener. It's thin and short, a finger without knuckles.
A small voice is crying somewhere on the other side. Did someone let a woman in?
The old guy is against the wall, the muscles in his back pulsing with the wild back and forth motion of his arm. He's spitting and sweating, swearing under his breath.
There's a moment of quiet, relief. The animal of limbs is slowly falling apart.
The circle begins to take shape.
I take my place between the old guy and one of the neighbors who slips in behind me. Sometimes I see him in his back yard, raking leaves or pushing the mower. He doesn't say anything. I don't think he recognizes me from behind.
At first the circle moves with an awkward, jerky rhythm. Fists clench. Black circles bloom across my vision and I feel like I'm going to vomit.
I can hear the old guy wheezing. He coughs, pants.
The circle finds a rhythm.
The old guy hacks. The black circles in my vision begin to dissipate and I can see the old guy's hand wipe the back of the guy in front of him. He mutters sorry and keeps moving in rhythm.
The circle has found it's rhythm, except for one guy on the other side who is moving as fast as he can back and forth, screaming as loud as he can. Yeah, he says. Woo. Oh, yeah.
The guy in front of him keeps looking over his shoulder, annoyed.
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| Saturday, May 10th, 2008
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11:16 pm
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Boners are touching other boners. Something feels wet. Who is in my mouth?
There's an old guy who can't handle it and is coughing in the corner. He says he just needs a breather.
In the dim light, I can see his weener. It's thin and short, a finger without knuckles.
A small voice is crying somewhere on the other side. Did someone let a woman in?
The old guy is against the wall, the muscles in his back pulsing with the wild back and forth motion of his arm. He's spitting and sweating, swearing under his breath.
There's a moment of quiet, relief. The animal of limbs is slowly falling apart.
The circle begins to take shape.
I take my place between the old guy and one of the neighbors who slips in behind me. Sometimes I see him in his back yard, raking leaves or pushing the mower. He doesn't say anything. I don't think he recognizes me from behind.
At first the circle moves with an awkward, jerky rhythm. Fists clench. Black circles bloom across my vision and I feel like I'm going to vomit.
I can hear the old guy wheezing. He coughs, pants.
The circle finds a rhythm.
The old guy hacks. The black circles in my vision begin to dissipate and I can see the old guy's hand wipe the back of the guy in front of him. He mutters sorry and keeps moving in rhythm.
The circle has found it's rhythm, except for one guy on the other side who is moving as fast as he can back and forth, screaming as loud as he can. Yeah, he says. Woo. Oh, yeah.
The guy in front of him keeps looking over his shoulder, annoyed.
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| Friday, May 9th, 2008
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10:08 pm
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Boners are touching other boners. Something feels wet. Who is in my mouth?
There's an old guy who can't handle it and is coughing in the corner. He says he just needs a breather.
In the dim light, I can see his weener. It's thin and short, a finger without knuckles.
A small voice is crying somewhere on the other side. Did someone let a woman in?
The old guy is against the wall, the muscles in his back pulsing with the wild back and forth motion of his arm. He's spitting and sweating, swearing under his breath.
There's a moment of quiet, relief. The animal of limbs is slowly falling apart.
The circle begins to take shape.
I take my place between the old guy and one of the neighbors who slips in behind me. Sometimes I see him in his back yard, raking leaves or pushing the mower. He doesn't say anything. I don't think he recognizes me from behind.
At first the circle moves with an awkward, jerky rhythm. Fists clench. Black circles bloom across my vision and I feel like I'm going to vomit.
I can hear the old guy wheezing. He coughs, pants.
The circle finds a rhythm.
The old guy hacks. The black circles in my vision begin to dissipate and I can see the old guy's hand wipe the back of the guy in front of him. He mutters sorry and keeps moving in rhythm.
The circle has found it's rhythm, except for one guy on the other side who is moving as fast as he can back and forth, screaming as loud as he can. Yeah, he says. Woo. Oh, yeah.
The guy in front of him keeps looking over his shoulder, annoyed.
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| Thursday, May 1st, 2008
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1:31 pm - some more videos that i made.
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here are a couple more videos that i made for a class this semester. neither of them are animated though.
i have loads more of these things but i think i'm gonna stop at these two.
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| Saturday, April 26th, 2008
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9:58 pm - my animation
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i made this for a class earlier this semester.
current music: "my my, hey hey (out of the blue)" - neil young and crazy horse
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| Saturday, March 8th, 2008
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11:31 pm
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be there.
current music: "get high tonight" - busta rhymes
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| Monday, February 18th, 2008
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12:11 am - rock and roll
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| Monday, January 28th, 2008
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12:33 am - hey dudes/dudettes
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it's been a while, hasn't it?
my roommate brett and my friend zach and i started a band some months back called deer park elementary. we recorded a few songs the other day in zach's basement. here's one of them.
"for now" (demo) - deer park elementary
i'm working on some other new stuff too. music and writing, mostly. maybe i'll post some of it sometime.
current music: shotgun jimmie
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| Sunday, December 9th, 2007
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1:34 am
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i've been reading a lot about dogma 95. it's a film movement that was started in 1995 by a couple dudes by name of lars von trier and thomas vinterberg. they got fed up with fancy computer work and over-production in movies and created a list of rules for film makers to follow:
1. Filming must be done on location. Props and sets must not be brought in (if a particular prop is necessary for the story, a location must be chosen where this prop is to be found).
2. The sound must never be produced apart from the images or vice versa. (Music must not be used unless it occurs within the scene being filmed, i.e., diegetic).
3. The camera must be a hand-held camera. Any movement or immobility attainable in the hand is permitted. (The film must not take place where the camera is standing; filming must take place where the action takes place.)
4. The film must be in colour. Special lighting is not acceptable. (If there is too little light for exposure the scene must be cut or a single lamp be attached to the camera).
5. Optical work and filters are forbidden.
6. The film must not contain superficial action. (Murders, weapons, etc. must not occur.)
7. Temporal and geographical alienation are forbidden. (That is to say that the film takes place here and now.)
8. Genre movies are not acceptable.
9. The final picture must be transferred to the Academy 35mm film, with an aspect ratio of 4:3, that is, not widescreen. (Originally, the requirement was that the film had to be filmed on Academy 35mm film, but the rule was relaxed to allow low-budget productions.)
10. The director must not be credited.
i haven't yet seen any of the movies that the dogma 95 movement has produced ("the idiots," "the celebration," and "the king is alive" are some of the bigger ones), so i don't know how i actually feel about the output that the rules create. i've got "julien donkey-boy" (another one of the major dogma films, done by the fellow who wrote/directed "gummo") on my computer, and i'm going to watch it tomorrow.
anyways, the reason i'm writing about this is: the dogma 95 rules for film are in the exact spirit of everything that i've always wanted to do (but have never really had the balls for, i guess?) with music. so many of my favorite albums are favorites of mine because they are sloppy and gross and under-produced. they work without having fancy studio stuff. they are things that have been recorded on reel-to-reel tapes in garages or on answering machines or laptops. there's just the truth of the songs and nothing else.
i've spent the past couple of days thinking about how i can apply some rules like the dogma 95 manifesto to the world of music. i'm having a lot of trouble thinking of good restrictions. the only things i can really think of are:
a) there must be no post-production. levels and volumes may be adjusted prior to recording, but afterwards, they must remain as they are.
b) there must be no use of effects, computerized or created via an effect pedal. each instrument should be heard only in its natural timbre.
c) all instruments must be recorded at the same time. multi-track recording is forbidden.
i'm not sure if these rules are decent at all. the last one i can't even obey due to lack of enough microphones. i feel like i don't know enough about the recording process to devise a proper set of laws like this. if anyone else has ideas, let me know. i want to try to experiment with some sort of limitations like this.
also: i got an electric organ yesterday. how fucking cool is that?
current music: "will is my friend" - devendra banhart
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| Wednesday, November 7th, 2007
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2:00 am
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i drew this for the s.u. newspaper, the daily orange.
it's for an article about stalking that happens because people put too much information about themselves on the internet.
current music: "nothing good is real" - superdrag
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| Monday, October 22nd, 2007
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2:45 am - rock show
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| Wednesday, October 17th, 2007
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5:47 pm - this has nothing to do with my own recent birthday.
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| Tuesday, October 16th, 2007
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2:08 am - blah.
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| Tuesday, September 18th, 2007
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2:05 am - a flyer for my school's literary magazine
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i have no idea what that japanese (if it even is japanese) says. i copied it from japanese cereal boxes that i found on google.
current music: "can-nana fever" - guitar wolf
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| Sunday, September 16th, 2007
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5:47 pm
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| Monday, August 20th, 2007
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4:50 pm - stolen from mike
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You're The Catcher in the Rye!
by J.D. Salinger
You are surrounded by phonies, and boy are you sick of them! In an
ongoing struggle to search for a land without phonies, you end up running away from
everything, from school to consequences. In this process, you reveal that many people
in your life have suffered torments and all you really want to do is catch them as
they fall. Perhaps using a baseball mitt. Your biggest fans are infamous
psychotics.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
current music: "mellow gold" - beck
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| Sunday, August 19th, 2007
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5:42 am - a song i just crapped out.
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