18 October 2010
i miss paris. they do stuff like this there.
Aloe Blacc | I Need A Dollar | A Take Away Show - Part 1 from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
Aloe Blacc | A Take Away Show - Part 2 from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
16 October 2010
au cinéma.
I lost a little humanity this week. And this was just what I needed:
Who wants to bet that Carey Mulligan, who was nominated for an Oscar last year for "An Education", will be nominated again for "Never Let Me Go"? Andrew Garfield and Keira Knightley were also brilliant. The characters and their tragic circumstances were amplified by the simplicity of the story.
It's in limited release and is only playing at the Broadway Centre Cinemas.
15 October 2010
thoughts.
I don't tweet. I don't because I don't think anyone really cares about down to the second updates on what's running through my head. (Such as how would I explain the prepositions used in that last sentence to someone who doesn't speak English as a first language?)
But if I had been tweeting this week, it would have gone something like this:
Cancer sucks.
Did anyone expect Clint Eastwood--you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?--would end up being such an awesome director?
Why do I keep talking to her when I should just shut up and say sorry?
I have no marketable skills.
What are all those 'funny' things we used to say every time we passed Northern X-Posure on the way to Salt Lake?
I think about Mark Zuckerberg and Harvard and brilliant dialogue every time I get on facebook now.
That's what Sean Hannity looks like? ...why can't he look either a) weasely and neurotic or b) like Rush Limbaugh?
Thomas S., do you ever get a break?
There are two different types of people that call me Jeffy: People that knew me as a kid and people I want to punch in the face.
Ever wonder why your girlfriend doesn't think you match, but you think your clothing choice is fine? Most people are trichromatic (meaning they have three types of color receptors in their eyes). Some animals, like certain spiders, marsupials, birds, reptiles, and fish are tetrachromats (which means they have four receptors). As many as half of all women are retinal tetrachromats. While only women? Because you have to have two X chromosomes, blah, blah genetic stuff I don't understand. But SOME of these feminine retinal tetrachromats, have ENHANCED color discriminations. In other words, they are functional tetrachromats and see, or distinguish, more colors than you do. Like spiders. Lizards and piranhas. And other cold blooded things. Which is probably another reason why this can only happen in females.... ZING!
Is the popularity of baseball in Japan linked to postwar US investments?
I love my MacBook.
Why have I still not seen Politist, Adjectif?
Do I know anyone that would pay me to go live with a troop of Rroma (gypsies to all you non-p.c.-ers) for a few months? And thereby produce a wicked cool documentary about a people that no one accepts and no one understands... Did you know there's a Gypsy King in Sibiu, Romania where I lived for four and a half months?
Is darkness really just the absence of light? Is cold, then, just the absence of heat?
Roy Lichtenstein, you are a stud.
I really want the misogynistic character in my screenplay to wear a t-shirt that says "This is what a FEMINIST looks like."
Matt took THIRTY-FIVE dress shirts to the dry-cleaners today. I am never paying rent again.
Would anyone fund a short film about a father who has lost his wife to cancer? If someone did fund it, would anyone watch it?
Unlike all the cool kids (i.e. BStone's friends) I only recently started listening to The National. Pick of the week is "Fake Empire".
For the love of all that's holy, please don't make another comment about your concerns for the YSA.
Can you imagine having sexually transmitted diseases on your list of workplace hazards? Between 2004 and 2008, the Los Angeles County Public Health Department logged 2,847 STD infections among 1,884 adult film performers. (yep, read it again, that's just over 1.5 per person) And because the actors get around so much, literally, a positive HIV test on one performer creates a scare that can shut the entire industry down for months.
Hereafter looks really good. I will not wait until redbox.
Can it really be considered art if you just paint a whole canvas blue? Yes Yves Klein, YES it can.
I am a mumbler. While I am working on not mumbling, I've figured out that I do it on two types of occasions: 1. I don't want to be talking (because I'm uncomfortable or embarrassed) or 2. I don't care (because I'm tired and/or lazy).
The word announcement looks better spelled anouncement.
Lady singing in the dairy section at Walmart, I heart you.
Yes, I do need these art supplies more than I need new brakes.
I miss Paris.
If I did utilize a social networking tool to express my every thought, there would be a lot more things I shouldn't have cast into cyberspace.
But if I had been tweeting this week, it would have gone something like this:
Cancer sucks.
Did anyone expect Clint Eastwood--you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?--would end up being such an awesome director?
Why do I keep talking to her when I should just shut up and say sorry?
I have no marketable skills.
What are all those 'funny' things we used to say every time we passed Northern X-Posure on the way to Salt Lake?
I think about Mark Zuckerberg and Harvard and brilliant dialogue every time I get on facebook now.
That's what Sean Hannity looks like? ...why can't he look either a) weasely and neurotic or b) like Rush Limbaugh?
Thomas S., do you ever get a break?
Hereafter looks lame. Seriously, Clint? Waiting until redbox...
Ever wonder why your girlfriend doesn't think you match, but you think your clothing choice is fine? Most people are trichromatic (meaning they have three types of color receptors in their eyes). Some animals, like certain spiders, marsupials, birds, reptiles, and fish are tetrachromats (which means they have four receptors). As many as half of all women are retinal tetrachromats. While only women? Because you have to have two X chromosomes, blah, blah genetic stuff I don't understand. But SOME of these feminine retinal tetrachromats, have ENHANCED color discriminations. In other words, they are functional tetrachromats and see, or distinguish, more colors than you do. Like spiders. Lizards and piranhas. And other cold blooded things. Which is probably another reason why this can only happen in females.... ZING!
Is the popularity of baseball in Japan linked to postwar US investments?
I love my MacBook.
Why have I still not seen Politist, Adjectif?
Do I know anyone that would pay me to go live with a troop of Rroma (gypsies to all you non-p.c.-ers) for a few months? And thereby produce a wicked cool documentary about a people that no one accepts and no one understands... Did you know there's a Gypsy King in Sibiu, Romania where I lived for four and a half months?
Is darkness really just the absence of light? Is cold, then, just the absence of heat?
Roy Lichtenstein, you are a stud.
I really want the misogynistic character in my screenplay to wear a t-shirt that says "This is what a FEMINIST looks like."
Matt took THIRTY-FIVE dress shirts to the dry-cleaners today. I am never paying rent again.
Would anyone fund a short film about a father who has lost his wife to cancer? If someone did fund it, would anyone watch it?
Unlike all the cool kids (i.e. BStone's friends) I only recently started listening to The National. Pick of the week is "Fake Empire".
For the love of all that's holy, please don't make another comment about your concerns for the YSA.
Can you imagine having sexually transmitted diseases on your list of workplace hazards? Between 2004 and 2008, the Los Angeles County Public Health Department logged 2,847 STD infections among 1,884 adult film performers. (yep, read it again, that's just over 1.5 per person) And because the actors get around so much, literally, a positive HIV test on one performer creates a scare that can shut the entire industry down for months.
Hereafter looks really good. I will not wait until redbox.
Can it really be considered art if you just paint a whole canvas blue? Yes Yves Klein, YES it can.
I am a mumbler. While I am working on not mumbling, I've figured out that I do it on two types of occasions: 1. I don't want to be talking (because I'm uncomfortable or embarrassed) or 2. I don't care (because I'm tired and/or lazy).
The word announcement looks better spelled anouncement.
Lady singing in the dairy section at Walmart, I heart you.
Yes, I do need these art supplies more than I need new brakes.
I miss Paris.
If I did utilize a social networking tool to express my every thought, there would be a lot more things I shouldn't have cast into cyberspace.
08 October 2010
what have you been up to since august 5?
Well, if you are one of 33 Chilean miners, you've been TRAPPED in a MINE 700 meters below the surface. SINCE AUGUST 5th. And for the first 17 of those days, you survived on emergency food rations and had ZERO communication with the outside world.
What would you do to pass the time? Besides twice-daily prayer sessions, one miner reports that he runs 10km a day. Hats off to you, dude--the world is literally crashing in around you and yet you still manage to get in some cardio. After drilling three small shafts to deliver food and set up communication, rescuers are now getting close to completing a rescue shaft that might be successful in bringing the miners to the surface. Might.
The shaft will only be big enough to rescue one at a time. A big concern is the order in which the miners will be brought to the surface, considering the shaft may implode during the process. According to a report from the Guardian, (that you can read here) "Last up will be those considered most capable of handling the anxiety of being left behind as their comrades disappear one by one." Can you imagine waiting in that line?
In other news, CONGRATS to Kim Jong-un who was announced this week as North Korea's next in line for the position of egomaniacal dictator! This means that North Korea, which has been keeping totalitarian power in the Kim family since 1948, is going to continue its legacy of world's most delusional state. And just in case you were worried, this recently released picture confirms that Jong-un will continue in his father's footsteps: Keeping North Korea cool and casual by always wearing pajamas. Everyday. Everywhere.
But WAIT, you're thinking, HOLD the PHONE. What about KIM JONG-NAM, the eldest son? Shouldn't he be next in line? Unfortunately for him, fortunately for Jong-un, Jong-nam lost favor with his father when, back in 2001, he tried to sneak past Japanese customs using a forged Dominican Republic passport. Where was he headed? Well, where every oppressed son of an irrational dictator who is really just like all the other kids wants to go:
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| photo from news.com.au |
The shaft will only be big enough to rescue one at a time. A big concern is the order in which the miners will be brought to the surface, considering the shaft may implode during the process. According to a report from the Guardian, (that you can read here) "Last up will be those considered most capable of handling the anxiety of being left behind as their comrades disappear one by one." Can you imagine waiting in that line?
In other news, CONGRATS to Kim Jong-un who was announced this week as North Korea's next in line for the position of egomaniacal dictator! This means that North Korea, which has been keeping totalitarian power in the Kim family since 1948, is going to continue its legacy of world's most delusional state. And just in case you were worried, this recently released picture confirms that Jong-un will continue in his father's footsteps: Keeping North Korea cool and casual by always wearing pajamas. Everyday. Everywhere.
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| That's Jong-un looking smart in black while his father, Jong-il on the right, has chosen the safari khaki, complete with stunna shades. (photo from Christian Science Monitor) |
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| TOKYO DISNEY! |
I wonder what gave him away--the fact that the name on the passport translated directly as "Fat Bear" or the fact that of all the nationalities to choose from, an Asian tried to pose as a Dominican?
04 October 2010
that facebook movie.
My accolades:
It was filled with great performances (Jesse Eisenberg's character was SOLID, Andrew Garfield's was honest, Armie Hammer seamlessly played TWO separate characters, and wait, Justin Timberlake can act? see for yourself--PG13), clutch editing, wickedly skilled directing by David Fincher, and BRILLIANT dialogue. LOADS of brilliant dialogue. I venture to say that Aaron Sorkin, the screenwriter, is a genius and will win the Oscar for best adapted screenplay. It's very rare to find a film these days with that much dialogue and it's even more rare for it to be so engaging.
Plus, who doesn't love a movie based, even loosely, on a true story?
My [minor] complaints:
The obsession with the elitist clubs felt archaic and reminiscent of The Skulls. Sean Parker just happened to be across the street when the chimney came down? And the crazy girlfriend lighting the bed on fire might have been more at home in a Lindsay Lohan movie.
Though much smarter than most college movies, it falls into typical themes and is rated PG13 for sexual content, language, and drug and alcohol use.
25 September 2010
Hey Grandma, I'm writing a movie.
Yep.
Earlier this year I thought, "If Matt Damon and Ben Affleck can do it--if Sylvester Freaking Stallone can do it--why can't I?" (side note: did you know that Stallone's real middle name is Gardenzio?)
So, I started writing a script about a river trip in Moab that takes a turn for the worst. Which creeped out a lot of my friends. But then I realized that filming on the river might be a little expensive, and something that could be done locally, with a lot less money, would be much easier to produce.
That's when I remembered a conversation I had with Irene while in Paris. This conversation either took place in my apartment or while riding in the metro, either way I'm sure there were pastries involved, but the point was that I told her I wanted to adapt Les Caprices de Marianne by Alfred de Musset into a screenplay. Sure, Jean Renoir had done it back in 1939, but that was a very loose adaptation and the resulting movie was only recently considered to be the third greatest achievement in cinematic history.
Third? Come on Renoir, get in the game.
Prior to my teacher recommending the play to me for my end of term project, I had never heard of it. I had never even heard of Musset, and I even mispronounced his name in front of my whole class (Hey BYU French Program, you really dropped the ball on that one, didn't ya?). My embarrassment drove me to FNAC where I waited in a really long line to buy a copy of the play. The more I read it and the more I worked on it, the more I loved it and the more I wanted to know about the guy who wrote it.
Long story short, I have been working on the screenplay now for several months. My first draft was finished in three weeks, spurred partially by a then-recent-break-up. This second draft, thanks to the help of awesome friends, is taking longer but getting better everyday. I love the story. The screenplay incorporates a lot of commentary about art, relationships, and love.
The goal is to get the film rolling this coming spring. While I had initially planned on doing an ultra-low budget film, I've realized that the story deserves a higher quality production. I also wrote it with the hope of playing one of the main characters, Damon-Stallone style.
Even Renoir played a leading role in his little movie, and he looked like this:
Earlier this year I thought, "If Matt Damon and Ben Affleck can do it--if Sylvester Freaking Stallone can do it--why can't I?" (side note: did you know that Stallone's real middle name is Gardenzio?)
So, I started writing a script about a river trip in Moab that takes a turn for the worst. Which creeped out a lot of my friends. But then I realized that filming on the river might be a little expensive, and something that could be done locally, with a lot less money, would be much easier to produce.
That's when I remembered a conversation I had with Irene while in Paris. This conversation either took place in my apartment or while riding in the metro, either way I'm sure there were pastries involved, but the point was that I told her I wanted to adapt Les Caprices de Marianne by Alfred de Musset into a screenplay. Sure, Jean Renoir had done it back in 1939, but that was a very loose adaptation and the resulting movie was only recently considered to be the third greatest achievement in cinematic history.
Third? Come on Renoir, get in the game.
Prior to my teacher recommending the play to me for my end of term project, I had never heard of it. I had never even heard of Musset, and I even mispronounced his name in front of my whole class (Hey BYU French Program, you really dropped the ball on that one, didn't ya?). My embarrassment drove me to FNAC where I waited in a really long line to buy a copy of the play. The more I read it and the more I worked on it, the more I loved it and the more I wanted to know about the guy who wrote it.
Long story short, I have been working on the screenplay now for several months. My first draft was finished in three weeks, spurred partially by a then-recent-break-up. This second draft, thanks to the help of awesome friends, is taking longer but getting better everyday. I love the story. The screenplay incorporates a lot of commentary about art, relationships, and love.
The goal is to get the film rolling this coming spring. While I had initially planned on doing an ultra-low budget film, I've realized that the story deserves a higher quality production. I also wrote it with the hope of playing one of the main characters, Damon-Stallone style.
Even Renoir played a leading role in his little movie, and he looked like this:
12 June 2010
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