Greenest green I've ever seen
columns of foliage sprouting up
surrounding hawks, grasshoppers,
squirrels and woodchucks.
Greenest green garden state
garden of youth hidden away
just a bit, there is even a path
no one can make you walk
Greenest green beyond the trees
pastures built for electricity
the alleys along which our power flows
paved down to grass and cobbling stones
Greenest green I've ever seen
rolling over the hills between
steeling beams reflecting
Chester New Jersey a garden of dreams
Run right through it
harvest the sounds,
the sunlight, the rivers trickling down.
the hills all surmountable,
little achieves
this peace is a boat in a summer breeze
21.5.10
18.5.10
The Creator's Project
WOW!
WOW AGAIN!
This website is exactly what the world is hungry for. I personally cannot get enough of this insight into the brilliant creative minds around the world. I am thoroughly impressed by what this new partnership between Intel and Vice is trying to accomplish for culture through multimedia. They have translated the artistic visions of the worlds most brilliant creators into a digestible web medium giving them an avenue of exposure and accreditation that they deserve. I hope this site will transform pop culture and give consumers an enlightened artistic direction through which to best invest their time and capital. I cannot get my eyes off of my computer screen, especially these creator profiles (My favorite so far) and simply must blog about the enormous potential I see here for a new media revolution.
The website's design is fabulous, they integrate all aspects of social media and web consumption into one platform. They have a gorgeous windowpane that houses a plethora of unique video profiles, short bios, and detailed project overviews for over 40 of the most respected creatives in the world. They also plan to continue to follow and provide updates on every one of their "Creators".
The Creator's Project seems to be one of the most brilliantly orchestrated media sponsorships I've ever seen. So HUGE props Intel and Vice I think I'm going to buy your stock right now. The homepage links up to the most recent content on their Blog, Creators, and Events pages, keeping followers up to date on the most current news related to the multidimensional project and its mountain of contributors. The promise of "coming soon" creators is overwhelming, but a promise that huge is enough to make me check back every day.
The Project plans to manifest itself in the physical world in just over a month, right outside my door at their New York City 80,000 sq foot performance space hosted at Milk Studios on June 26th. I hope to be able to stop by in my few hours layover flying between New Zealand and Ireland :) Although I'm certain It won't be enough time to enjoy it in full so I might have to make a trip to Brazil in August as well.
14.5.10
Taxes
I ran the furthest I've ever gone today.
Ten whole miles. I feel like a child telling you about this, but I came up with a saying on the run, passing by Daytop Rehab facility. If you didn't need it when you were four you don't need it now.
As I've grown, modernization has been like a mother to me and I can feel it changing society. We can be so weak and dependent on everything except ourselves, each other, our flesh, our beating hearts. So eager to adopt the newest interface without realizing how reliant we've become on systems we don't even understand. Why do people still get dysentery? Because we don't respect biology. We want everything, for ourselves, now, and for free.
"Don't try to sell me anything", she said "especially not an orphan, I can make that myself."
The things that have no economic cost we take, without payment or thanks. Stealing out of Mother Nature's pocketbook. Gobbling Google's goods. One postulation for evolution is that we are actually going to shrink into little green men. All of our natural survival equipment is already obsolete except our brain. It has been replaced by processes and machines. Gas and engines. At this rate a virtual world is our only hope. The only other person I saw exercising in ten miles today was a fat guy on a bike, and a dog.
I had a fifth roommate this year. His name was DJ. Everyday I'd see his face and his beady eyes and wonder if he was still alive. He couldn't have been much older than four. He had needs, all the needs of a four year old and all the needs of a dying 80 year old with lyphoma. We treated him because he had moments left. He had a childhood every day he woke up. How do you tell someone that they're going to die? It's just something they have to know. DJ is one of the reasons I'm not afraid. He's alive right here, right now, because of me.
You're going to die.
The choice to live wasn't yours to begin with. The problem is that many of us feel entitled to keep on doing it because we were born. Because it has become a habit to wake up. Addicted dependent pathetic grown adults, I hope you like it. I do feel that medical spending associated with birth and infancy complications are justified, because the life of a youth deserves a chance in its innocence and absence of experience. But at the same time I don't think it is morally sound to conceive a child at all in our current world because of what it means for another child who didn't have a choice to live either and now drinks from a ditch.
Adopt.
Health care has come too far scientifically and fiscally and it is depriving people of basic human needs. Needs that are common and inherent to all beings. Investments to solve overeating problems, or even cosmetics, have superseded infrastructure and energy development for too long. Just because there is a solution doesn't mean you are entitled to it. Our economy isn't a reason, it has no reason, we should never allow it to govern or justify our decisions. Understand that is how it was designed, to influence us. Live above it and give time, not money, to the things you believe in. If that is medicine, please reconsider. Medicine was a miracle, but you can't solve one problem without ignoring another. The money for medical school, that bypass surgery, that lifelong Xanex and Prozac addiction, or that chemo that might add 5 years, lets say $250,000, could provide fresh water, food, and birth control for someone for their whole life, or employ a teacher overseas.
To anyone who thinks we should provide health care for everyone, consider the opposite. Provide low cost essential and preventative care, but nothing more. As a civilization right now we don't need to save lives digging into peoples' chests and brains, replacing their slaughtered livers or removing cognitive processes. Thank you Edward Jenner, but now people have become the smallpox of the planet. We need to prevent new cases for the time being. We need to take a new perspective on life itself. Develop a culture that embraces the cyclical nature of life, foster acceptance that one's time has come, live in it and allow it to pass. How much life do you need? How many other peoples' lives is yours worth? DJ lived in moments, not minutes. Make a wish and make it happen. Your time is now, you'll be forgotten. Have you not lived? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
We live for each other, that's why it's so sad to see others go. They lived for you, and as they die, they die for you. You now have the chance to have what they had or never got the chance to have. Their time becomes your time as long as you hold them in your mind. The present is a present from the past. So it goes.
Ten whole miles. I feel like a child telling you about this, but I came up with a saying on the run, passing by Daytop Rehab facility. If you didn't need it when you were four you don't need it now.
As I've grown, modernization has been like a mother to me and I can feel it changing society. We can be so weak and dependent on everything except ourselves, each other, our flesh, our beating hearts. So eager to adopt the newest interface without realizing how reliant we've become on systems we don't even understand. Why do people still get dysentery? Because we don't respect biology. We want everything, for ourselves, now, and for free.
"Don't try to sell me anything", she said "especially not an orphan, I can make that myself."
The things that have no economic cost we take, without payment or thanks. Stealing out of Mother Nature's pocketbook. Gobbling Google's goods. One postulation for evolution is that we are actually going to shrink into little green men. All of our natural survival equipment is already obsolete except our brain. It has been replaced by processes and machines. Gas and engines. At this rate a virtual world is our only hope. The only other person I saw exercising in ten miles today was a fat guy on a bike, and a dog.
I had a fifth roommate this year. His name was DJ. Everyday I'd see his face and his beady eyes and wonder if he was still alive. He couldn't have been much older than four. He had needs, all the needs of a four year old and all the needs of a dying 80 year old with lyphoma. We treated him because he had moments left. He had a childhood every day he woke up. How do you tell someone that they're going to die? It's just something they have to know. DJ is one of the reasons I'm not afraid. He's alive right here, right now, because of me.
You're going to die.
The choice to live wasn't yours to begin with. The problem is that many of us feel entitled to keep on doing it because we were born. Because it has become a habit to wake up. Addicted dependent pathetic grown adults, I hope you like it. I do feel that medical spending associated with birth and infancy complications are justified, because the life of a youth deserves a chance in its innocence and absence of experience. But at the same time I don't think it is morally sound to conceive a child at all in our current world because of what it means for another child who didn't have a choice to live either and now drinks from a ditch.
Adopt.
Health care has come too far scientifically and fiscally and it is depriving people of basic human needs. Needs that are common and inherent to all beings. Investments to solve overeating problems, or even cosmetics, have superseded infrastructure and energy development for too long. Just because there is a solution doesn't mean you are entitled to it. Our economy isn't a reason, it has no reason, we should never allow it to govern or justify our decisions. Understand that is how it was designed, to influence us. Live above it and give time, not money, to the things you believe in. If that is medicine, please reconsider. Medicine was a miracle, but you can't solve one problem without ignoring another. The money for medical school, that bypass surgery, that lifelong Xanex and Prozac addiction, or that chemo that might add 5 years, lets say $250,000, could provide fresh water, food, and birth control for someone for their whole life, or employ a teacher overseas.
To anyone who thinks we should provide health care for everyone, consider the opposite. Provide low cost essential and preventative care, but nothing more. As a civilization right now we don't need to save lives digging into peoples' chests and brains, replacing their slaughtered livers or removing cognitive processes. Thank you Edward Jenner, but now people have become the smallpox of the planet. We need to prevent new cases for the time being. We need to take a new perspective on life itself. Develop a culture that embraces the cyclical nature of life, foster acceptance that one's time has come, live in it and allow it to pass. How much life do you need? How many other peoples' lives is yours worth? DJ lived in moments, not minutes. Make a wish and make it happen. Your time is now, you'll be forgotten. Have you not lived? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
We live for each other, that's why it's so sad to see others go. They lived for you, and as they die, they die for you. You now have the chance to have what they had or never got the chance to have. Their time becomes your time as long as you hold them in your mind. The present is a present from the past. So it goes.
11.5.10
Birth of a Vision
I recently released my first short film, entitled the Birth of an Omelette, it has been one of my more satisfying accomplishments mostly because of the people I have shared it with. The generous compliments and recognition that I'm not used to receiving have been interesting as well but honestly the biggest compliment is just that you sat there and watched the whole thing. I came into it with such a concise plot and plan I was honestly upset I could not finish it as it was written. Thank you Bolex. But now, given its warm reception from everyone from the french krew to churchgoers back home I can offer an unprecedented insight into the film's birth for a loyal fan and as a personal retrospection.
The first movie I was planning on making for CMP222 was a love story, in which basically a tree playing matchmaker to two lonesome souls hurt by the same whore, one was a roomate and the other a crush. Initially I just wanted someone to fall in love with a tree but I couldn't write 5 pages without dialogue to justify even considering making that film. There aren't enough beautiful shots in the world to fill a story that strange and immobile. Nevertheless, love remained a theme in my mind. So time went by, I managed to do some pre-production on the matchmaking tree to keep my grade and engagement up, and as I always knew I would, I reached a point when I could not work on that movie anymore.
As I fuddled through the semester, the animated feature How To Train Your Dragon was released and I read an incredibly comprehensive review of the fantasy world one morning in USA today. It is good for fiction okay. In discussion of this movie with my friend Eric (not myself) I thought about how I needed to write a new 222, within a week. We spoke over breakfast and I imagined a boy who could be in love. First with a dragon, he could teach it tricks, he could play baseball with it, the possibilities were endless. As logistics bore down on my creativity I cracked open a shell that morning before Easter Sunday and I asked myself, where do dragon's come from? An egg deep in our imagination.
All of the meanings an egg already has in our minds, all of the creatures it could become, and all the fates the many millions before this one made it incredibly easy to write a movie around. If I am the first to have done it, well... I'll be damned.
As for the sound design, I didn't think about it until I was essentially completely done editing the visuals in silence. I took my time selecting music that best fit the peculiar moods of the film and made a few adjustments with the video to synch up to the various soundtracks, like I duplicated the trash can peep dance so that it would run the length of the chant. The church music, and a bad choir at that, really made me smile in remembrance of the belief system that was engrained in me as a kid, and how church has been both incredibly boring and incredibly beautiful. So it was chosen for its personal connection. One of the last things I did was put Pascal (Dylan) to sleep in the fade out of the choir because that song is a snore. I also tried to make a really strange chord out of the end of the harp arpeggio combined with the beginning of Railroad Earth.
I probably had the most fun shooting the scene that didn't even make it in the movie in which Pascal gets bombarded from that window and you'll never know the rest. Finding the right horse trotting noise was pretty entertaining as well. Thank you to everyone who helped me realize this peice I couldn't have done it without Dylan and Etienne especially, and Julia who made the endearing peeplets, the nest and the crown. I am grateful to have connected with so many people as you are.
The first movie I was planning on making for CMP222 was a love story, in which basically a tree playing matchmaker to two lonesome souls hurt by the same whore, one was a roomate and the other a crush. Initially I just wanted someone to fall in love with a tree but I couldn't write 5 pages without dialogue to justify even considering making that film. There aren't enough beautiful shots in the world to fill a story that strange and immobile. Nevertheless, love remained a theme in my mind. So time went by, I managed to do some pre-production on the matchmaking tree to keep my grade and engagement up, and as I always knew I would, I reached a point when I could not work on that movie anymore.
As I fuddled through the semester, the animated feature How To Train Your Dragon was released and I read an incredibly comprehensive review of the fantasy world one morning in USA today. It is good for fiction okay. In discussion of this movie with my friend Eric (not myself) I thought about how I needed to write a new 222, within a week. We spoke over breakfast and I imagined a boy who could be in love. First with a dragon, he could teach it tricks, he could play baseball with it, the possibilities were endless. As logistics bore down on my creativity I cracked open a shell that morning before Easter Sunday and I asked myself, where do dragon's come from? An egg deep in our imagination.
All of the meanings an egg already has in our minds, all of the creatures it could become, and all the fates the many millions before this one made it incredibly easy to write a movie around. If I am the first to have done it, well... I'll be damned.
As for the sound design, I didn't think about it until I was essentially completely done editing the visuals in silence. I took my time selecting music that best fit the peculiar moods of the film and made a few adjustments with the video to synch up to the various soundtracks, like I duplicated the trash can peep dance so that it would run the length of the chant. The church music, and a bad choir at that, really made me smile in remembrance of the belief system that was engrained in me as a kid, and how church has been both incredibly boring and incredibly beautiful. So it was chosen for its personal connection. One of the last things I did was put Pascal (Dylan) to sleep in the fade out of the choir because that song is a snore. I also tried to make a really strange chord out of the end of the harp arpeggio combined with the beginning of Railroad Earth.
I probably had the most fun shooting the scene that didn't even make it in the movie in which Pascal gets bombarded from that window and you'll never know the rest. Finding the right horse trotting noise was pretty entertaining as well. Thank you to everyone who helped me realize this peice I couldn't have done it without Dylan and Etienne especially, and Julia who made the endearing peeplets, the nest and the crown. I am grateful to have connected with so many people as you are.
1.5.10
Projects
These are some of video projects I've been producing or editing if you're interested, first is a piece I got so excited about I didn't stop editing until it was done. Footage courtesy of Kemy Joseph - http://urawesome.org. I plan on going to Haiti for Fall Break 2010. Find others like it at http://kozeayiti.org/stories/
Next is my most recent visual journalism project, the Kitemaster, Marc-Arthur Jean-Louis. Sound is clutch so crank it or use some headphones.
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