(maybe) A Love Story
Dragon Egg vo
Tea Time with imaginary friends, Sad Dreamer & Come with me on the Moon
by Line Dreamer
A Political Tiny Story About the Weather
by Day Glo
Circle dance (a tiny story)
Proposition...(a tiny film)
the bestest thing is holding hands
FEATURE FILM collab & Feedback Collab
trailer: Panopticon Radio Play
The Contradictory Educational Approach of Teachers, Family and Friends.
by G R L
My Impending bliss.
First of all, a confession: I haven’t watched any of the OWS remixes. My apologies to RyanPatrick, Redheadedmonster and others who have done, what I imagine to be, great remixes so far. I haven’t watched them because, while I think that seeing other remixes can be a great way to take what others have done and be inspired by them, I felt very strongly, in this case especially, that I needed to find my own voice within all of this footage. I wanted to find out what I thought.
This was very much a labour of love for me. One of the things that makes this subject and all of this amazing footage so difficult to remix is that you can’t skim through it. There’s no hunting-and-pecking for the shots that you want. You have to watch. And listen.
Another thing that makes it difficult in this case is that the footage belongs to someone else. It would have been entirely different if I had been the one there filming it; I’d have my memory to fall back on and say, ‘Oh yeah, I remember that someone said something that might be useful here…’. Instead, it’s more of a ‘shared’ memory. In order for me to have a memory of it, I had to relive it.
My goal with this video was to start out slowly and let it build and build until it nearly overheats. Wirrow’s music is absolutely perfect for this; that boy does know how to build up suspense and tension and excitement in his music. However, because I think that the voice overs and descriptions are important, I want to save anyone the trouble of having to recreate it, so I’m going to upload a version without Wirrow’s beautiful music in the background.
Anyway, I’ve rambled enough. Thanks for reading (and watching).
A little experiment in stop motion.
A day like 11.11.11 seems like a good day to release this film about repetition based on Wirrow's Tiny Story 'Proposition'. <3
Had a moment of inspiration and recorded this today. Came up with the arrangement on the spot, and hit record, mistakes and all!
She has it posted under her account as well: http://hitrecord.org/records/591052
Arranged by Erin Maughan and myself. Inspired by the beautiful version that Eva Cassidy played(go listen to it!).
Erin on Viola and Violin. Me on Bass and Gutiar.
Ps. Keep listening after the first verse, its not over! :)
something I worked on a here a while back... maybe this can serve as an example for what's possible with radio drama.
I sat down to record an audio for one of my classes but then I got sidetracked and then like 30 minutes later I had wrote this Astronaut story filled with a High School teachers wet dream of SYMBOLISM. And then when I finished, I was like, I should really record my audio assignment.
And then another 30 minutes later, I had recorded this instead. MEH. Enjoy, hopefully.
The Contradictory Educational Approach of Teachers, Family and Friends.
This is Timmy. He's 5 years old. He's in pre-school and today's the day he gets asked that big question, What do you want to be when you grow up?
Timmy is adorable, he says "a mailman, just like my daddy" and everybody laughs, because you're a kid; don't aspire to become a mailman. They tell you this, aim higher, Timmy, you can be anything in the world. So Timmy thinks about this, he thinks hard, anything in the world ringing in his ears and he looks up at the sky and realizes that his heart has been guiding him this whole time, and he KNOWS now. Knows that being a mailman is out the window and so wrong for him, so wrong! He's not interested in mail, he's interested in…
Mom can I change my answer?
Of course, honey, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Mom, I'm going to be an astronaut.
And mom's proud, dad's proud, the dog's proud and they shove their kids unbearable ambitious cuteness down everybody's throat.
My kid's going to be an astronaut, they say. While thinking: "and your kids going to be our future garbage man."
In the meantime, Timmy continues on, drawing pictures of the stars and space and asteroids and aliens and Steve Buscemi. All of his Elementary school teachers tell him how awesome of an astronaut he's going to be because he's got the heart
and this kind of career excitement only amplifies with all of the support and love he gets, and with the confidence in his heart, he KNOWS he will be the best astronaut in the world!
The excitement keeps growing until 8th grade when he takes his career aptitude test.
But Timmy's smart, he has to be because he's going to be an astronaut someday! He's been ready for that life ruiner since 7th grade, and he made sure to answer the questions in a way that his life goal would surely be an option and voila! Results are in. He scans that list of completely vague and sporadic career choices, down he goes, past veterinarian, lawn care personnel, flight attendant and wal mart door greeter…scan, scan, scan THERE IT IS! Astronaut. The text is so beautiful to his eyes, he's so close to reaching his goal now he can taste the stardust!
So according to the school because they don't ask Timmy, or meet with Timmy beforehand, his job will be one of the career possibilities from a test he botched…and don't act like you care. His meeting with the guidance counselor comes up and Timmy's excited. Excited to tell her of what a success he's going to be and he's excited because this moment is important! This moment is the rest of his life!
Tommy, take a seat.
So what kind of classes were you thinking about taking for your High School years?
Well, Mr. Shithead, I'm going to be an astronaut!
An Astronaut, is that right?
Yup! I've wanted to since I can remember…to be able to see the stars and…
Well I'm sorry Tommy but that is not going to happen
It's Timmy and … ye…yeah it will
As it turns out Tommy, you suck ass at math and astronauts need to know how to do math, so lets set you up with the general ed requirements for 9th and 10th grade and we'll check back in with you in your junior year to see if you've decided to become something more... feasible.
Timmy drones out the guidance counselor. Feels his heart break and his body fill up with disappointment right in front of the man who doesn't even seem to notice that his hopes fell right out of the clouds.
Defeated, he sits on the steps of the school waiting for his mom to pick him up. He takes out his space book and outlines Saturn with his finger…he closes his eyes and imagines it, then imagines the moon and Dammit! I CAN be an astronaut! The excitement is back, he's filled with it again!
And when mom picks him up, he tells her alllll about it
And then Mr. Shithead told me I can't be an astronaut but I didn't let it ge…
Well honey, an astronaut? That is a little unrealistic
But…you said I can be anything I want?
Yeah, and you can, sweetie, but don't you want to have your own place someday? And kids? And dinner on the table every night? Bills don't pay themselves and becoming an astronaut…well, that doesn't seem …feasible, Tim Tim.
Timmy wants to cry. And maybe he does in the shower that night, you don't know.
Junior year comes, he sits down with that same counselor, the one who hates his own life, and Mr. Shithead asks,
"So Tommy, now that you're almost grown up, what do you want to be when you graduate?"
"Uh…" Timmy says, unsure of himself now after being told a thousand times that his dreams are stupid, "…I guess I'll become a mailman."
And that's a great career choice his mom says, because they get benefits and working in the postal office is pretty much a guarantee to have a job for life.
Well, well I had a red and an ivory bag for the popcorn, but I went with black - more elegant - Hehehe :-) The candy didn't quite look the way I wanted it to, but... oh well. I'll give it another try later. I'll make it cuter. I mean, sexy. It's-gonna-be-sexy! :-) Hahaha
now with added spelling! who would of guessed spell checking a document could take more than 5 hours.
This is my online journal. started on jan. 28th, 2004 the last entry on Nov. 6th, 2009. There is quite a lot of it so its asking a bit of anybody even to read it. what I think makes it kind of interesting is that I kept it before, during and after my first psychotic episode. I’m quite nervous about uploading it because I do come off kinda crazy/angsty/whatever. Even a year ago I don't think I would of let anybody read it in its entirety. Most of it was never written to be read.
As some of you may know, I suffer from bi-polar disorder. so when I say I come off a bit crazy at times this is mostly due to the fact I am quite crazy at times.
if anybody does take the time to read it your feedback would be really really valued.
I plan to add to what is here with extracts from papers journals I kept and a short lived blog.