... Pt. 5: Video Receipt of Happy Birthday, Kathryn!
Abby and I made a video for Kathryn's birthday. Kathryn is spending her free time in New Zealand a little too much this summer.
Monday, July 23, 2007
1AHSCRP Pt. 4: Video Receipt of "I Am Sorry I Missed Your Housewarming Party Over Winter Break"
I missed Abby's housewarming party when I was home last winter, so I made a flash thingy for her as a means to apologize. I felt bad.
1AHSCRP Pt. 3: For Your Consideration
Cool partially corroborable facts:
1. Quincy Jones wanted Bad to be a joint Michael Jackson/Prince project. Prince declined, citing the 4-6th forbidden laws of thermodynamics he had privately discovered in his hobbyist pursuit of natural philosophies.
2. John Hodgeman and Adam Savage both are registered members of Metafilter.
3. If you think of the vending machine as a sort of Automat's automat in a sort of not-food-but-soap-and-spinning-water automat, it will be just as justifiable a quarter eater as a pinball machine. Or a Galaga/Ms. Pac Man machine. Or God forbid, a skeeball alley.
4. Cheese is really sort of like mold or something.
5. Hair is really sort of like hooves or something.
6. Jello is really sort of like hooves or something.
7. Dad says, "Marshmallows aren't the worst for you. I mean, it's just sugar and air and gelatin. It has protein."
8. Before toothpaste, people used to brush their teeth with baking soda.
9. Before baking soda, people used to brush their teeth with well-oiled leather straps.
10. Before listerine, and especially in the west african colonies, English people used to mouthwash with a solution of acetone and diamond dust. This spurred the diamond trade. The term "blood diamonds" once described the refuse.
11. Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime" is quite the cheery tune regardless the season.
12. I got a music MySpace.
13. Michael Caine * (Yahtzee + Boris Yeltsin)^x, where x is the name of a well-groomed toy dog through which a husky fifty-two year old divorced woman vicariously lives = "Yeltzie!"
1. Quincy Jones wanted Bad to be a joint Michael Jackson/Prince project. Prince declined, citing the 4-6th forbidden laws of thermodynamics he had privately discovered in his hobbyist pursuit of natural philosophies.
2. John Hodgeman and Adam Savage both are registered members of Metafilter.
3. If you think of the vending machine as a sort of Automat's automat in a sort of not-food-but-soap-and-spinning-water automat, it will be just as justifiable a quarter eater as a pinball machine. Or a Galaga/Ms. Pac Man machine. Or God forbid, a skeeball alley.
4. Cheese is really sort of like mold or something.
5. Hair is really sort of like hooves or something.
6. Jello is really sort of like hooves or something.
7. Dad says, "Marshmallows aren't the worst for you. I mean, it's just sugar and air and gelatin. It has protein."
8. Before toothpaste, people used to brush their teeth with baking soda.
9. Before baking soda, people used to brush their teeth with well-oiled leather straps.
10. Before listerine, and especially in the west african colonies, English people used to mouthwash with a solution of acetone and diamond dust. This spurred the diamond trade. The term "blood diamonds" once described the refuse.
11. Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime" is quite the cheery tune regardless the season.
12. I got a music MySpace.
13. Michael Caine * (Yahtzee + Boris Yeltsin)^x, where x is the name of a well-groomed toy dog through which a husky fifty-two year old divorced woman vicariously lives = "Yeltzie!"
1st Annual Halfdead Summer Catharsis of the Recent Past Pt. 2!: Video Receipts of Correspondence: To Georgi; To Emily
Last fall, after figuring out the backwards combination lock, I recieved the first handwritten personal correspondence mail I'd recieved in a really long time.
As someone generally able to tell if the charity solicitation mail's return address is handwritten or just a tricksy font, (and this is quite a fuckass cool and very impressive trick to have under your belt of tricks, I might add), this excited me a lot.
However, I thought to myself of the notion that maybe, just maybe, I should plunge headlong into the grand technological frontier on my massive Cyberhorse, its mane beautifully flashing with technological superinformationway energy, our spirits envigorated with the WorldWide Electro-eCommunicaNet's gusty and sweet smelling breezes. Instead of just sending a handwritten letter back, fulfilling my end of the correspondence just as my forefathers did decades and centuries before while wearing suits or some shit, I'd totally make a very very hastily produced video for them. That way, I thought, Hey, maybe I'd get more awesome mail, which is awesome. And plus Hey, where's the place I can get small amounts of stamps without having to stuff eighty of those "loathsome Sacajawhoovees?" as local AM talk radio could maybe be calling them at, anyway?
Thus,
Video Reciept of Correspondence: To Georgi.
As context, prior to creation of this project, Georgi and I had discussed the likeihood that in the awesome future, paper correspondence will cease to exist. Unless there's a big nostalgia market (which there probably will be), and unless you want to send something small and weird. Like, for example, bits of string. Because your letter was maybe was talking about "What color string would you like me to use on my cross-stitching project?" or something, which will, well into the future, still be a common question to ask in a letter.
Soon thereafter, I receive a letter. Enclosed, (extra postage negligable (for the doubters)):
String! Cool,
And hence its inclusion in the first video, sharing company with a series of decontextualized animation class assignments, a nearby hat, a fake cigarette, a Swiss Army knife with Swedish writing, a half-tacky half-successful photomontage of "this is school so far," and a soundtrack of remixed Sonic the Hedgehog 1 songs and hers and Danny Fluffbova's Taming of the Shrew English project.
, And Video Receipt of Correspondence: To Emily
For this, Emily sent a letter (on the wrong type of paper dumbass) in which she complained about cold coffee being lame. Since I agree that, yes, cold coffee is totally lame, I thought it an apt theme of the video. Roommate Joe was conscripted, and footage was taken mostly when we were eating food.
Both are viewable (hopefully) on makeshift website here. Also, other people have sent me mail, and I've been late to respond, but don't worry, I'll probably get to it as soon as I can
As someone generally able to tell if the charity solicitation mail's return address is handwritten or just a tricksy font, (and this is quite a fuckass cool and very impressive trick to have under your belt of tricks, I might add), this excited me a lot.
However, I thought to myself of the notion that maybe, just maybe, I should plunge headlong into the grand technological frontier on my massive Cyberhorse, its mane beautifully flashing with technological superinformationway energy, our spirits envigorated with the WorldWide Electro-eCommunicaNet's gusty and sweet smelling breezes. Instead of just sending a handwritten letter back, fulfilling my end of the correspondence just as my forefathers did decades and centuries before while wearing suits or some shit, I'd totally make a very very hastily produced video for them. That way, I thought, Hey, maybe I'd get more awesome mail, which is awesome. And plus Hey, where's the place I can get small amounts of stamps without having to stuff eighty of those "loathsome Sacajawhoovees?" as local AM talk radio could maybe be calling them at, anyway?
Thus,
Video Reciept of Correspondence: To Georgi.
As context, prior to creation of this project, Georgi and I had discussed the likeihood that in the awesome future, paper correspondence will cease to exist. Unless there's a big nostalgia market (which there probably will be), and unless you want to send something small and weird. Like, for example, bits of string. Because your letter was maybe was talking about "What color string would you like me to use on my cross-stitching project?" or something, which will, well into the future, still be a common question to ask in a letter.
Soon thereafter, I receive a letter. Enclosed, (extra postage negligable (for the doubters)):
String! Cool,
And hence its inclusion in the first video, sharing company with a series of decontextualized animation class assignments, a nearby hat, a fake cigarette, a Swiss Army knife with Swedish writing, a half-tacky half-successful photomontage of "this is school so far," and a soundtrack of remixed Sonic the Hedgehog 1 songs and hers and Danny Fluffbova's Taming of the Shrew English project.
, And Video Receipt of Correspondence: To Emily
For this, Emily sent a letter (on the wrong type of paper dumbass) in which she complained about cold coffee being lame. Since I agree that, yes, cold coffee is totally lame, I thought it an apt theme of the video. Roommate Joe was conscripted, and footage was taken mostly when we were eating food.
Both are viewable (hopefully) on makeshift website here. Also, other people have sent me mail, and I've been late to respond, but don't worry, I'll probably get to it as soon as I can
1st Annual Halfdead Summer Catharsis of the Recent Past Pt. 1!: Very Short Story 26
or
Story From Dialogue Overheard (Wrongly?) at Nearby Richard J. Hansen Park
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"Steven, yous may be from out by the out-there Free Pacific, but the only things I surfs upons is the regional park'ses lake'ses mechanical surfing pool. and a rocket," Chauncey said, his fingers on the outdoors iPod boombox ready to play. The song he has prepared to play was "Surfing on a Rocket." The mechanical surfing pool either does not exist, or is a gross exaggeration.
"Yes Chauncey," Steven said, his soapbubbly finger crowding the supersoaker's trigger, "but that jalapeeno from earlier tonight was not a jalapeeno. It was a monarch chrysalis." He put the gun down and they laughed nervously.
