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Once I heard this song, I knew I wanted to do something with it. 


The video is clips from my family's 8mm films that I had digitized. I have a lot more footage I'm hoping to use soon. :)

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Images shot on a digital camera through 16mm processed color positive film. 

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RegularJOE and I must be on the same wavelength because I've been working on this for the past few days, and he mentioned wanting someone to do this in reRECs this week-great minds think alike!


This is my third REmix of this, and I'm much happier with this than the previous versions as they felt disjointed. Once I figured out the narrative I wanted to pursue (with help from a friend who pointed it out), everything fell together much better.


I believe the collective viewing experience is truly valuable. One of my favorite parts of hitRECord at the Movies was getting to share it with everyone else-which is one of the things I love about this community as a whole. This started as my remix of both the Vista event and the college tour footage, but as it developed, it became more about where the cinematic experience is going.


 


Public domain footage used:


 


http://www.archive.org/details/FactsAboutFi


 


http://www.archive.org/details/HowMotionPic


 

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It's that state where you're not quite awake, but not quite asleep. 


You drift in and out of consciousness, not quite sure what's real and what's a dream.


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I love light leaks on film. All of the footage is from my family 8mm films (again). I had originally intended on doing something with the footage that had light leaks with "Everything is on Fire" (and may still unless someone else wants to tackle it), but then I heard this and it was just so ethereal, I knew I had to use it. wirrow you are freaking amazing! All of the light leaks are part of the film-not done on my computer. 

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My last serious relationship ended quite badly. He was the first guy to ever tell me he loved me, the first one I ever fell in love with, the first one who made me believe I was actually capable of being in a long term relationship. And then I found out he was cheating on me. With five different women.


After I broke up with him, I took the appropriate amount of time to mourn the loss of the relationship-you know, wearing sweatpants, gaining 15 pounds from my new relationship with pints of ice cream and beer, and of course lots of crying. Finally my friends convinced me it was time to move on, and so I did what any rational person does in the digital age when they want to meet new people-I joined several online dating sites.


I was overwhelmed by the amount of messages I received off the bat, though most of them were married men seeking a girl on the side (thanks, but no thanks), or 60 year old men who lived 1,000 miles away (definitely no thanks). I was about to give up, until one day I received an interesting message.


He was 25, owned his own house, had his bachelor's degree, had two cats, loved board games, and had an affinity Battlestar Galactica. He seemed perfect. We messaged for about a week, and then decided to meet up. We agreed to meet for lunch and then go to the Smithsonian.


The day of the date I was nervous-could this be the one?


We met for lunch, and as we were talking, he kept coming back to one topic of conversation-a board game convention he'd recently attended. When I would attempt to change the topic, he would go back to the board game convention.


Maybe he's just nervous, and isn't sure what to talk about. I've commited to this date, I have to see it through.


After lunch, as we got up from the table, I took a moment to glance down at his shoes.


Velcro.


Shit. This is going to end badly.


We walked down to the Smithsonian, and he continued his one-sided conversation about the board game convention. As we perused the exhibits...the board game convention.


Realizing this date was going nowhere, I stepped to the side to text one of my guy friends.


Me: "Date is going horribly. How the fuck do I get out of this?"


Friend: "Just act like a crazy person and have fun with it."


As I put my phone back in my pocket, my date approached me, and grabbed my recently freed hand. He had a death grip comparable to a pair of locking pliers whereas my hand remained limp.


I. Did. Not. Want. Him. To. Hold. My. Hand.


I was stuck in this vice grip for about 5 minutes, and the moment he relinquished my hand, I stuck them both in my pockets, and held my arms as close to my body as possible, hoping he'd get the hint. Instead, he held onto the upper part of my arm, causing me to lead him around as one would an eldery woman. I decided to heed my friends advice, and act like a crazy person.


"We should just start running up to people and scream in their faces!"


"Yeah! Let's do it together!" He began leading me toward an unsuspecting museum-goer.


"Actually, this probably isn't the best idea after all."


I managed to briefly escape to the restroom, where I texted my friend again.


Me: "Acting crazy isn't working. What the fuck do I do to get out of this date?"


Friend: "What's the one thing a girl can do on a first date that will make a guy immediately run in the other direction?"


Me: "Talk about my ex-boyfriend! Got it."


I exited the bathroom, and of course he was waiting outside. He grabbed my free hand again (son-of-a-bitch, why didn't I put my hands in my pocket again?!?!?) and we continued on in the museum. I started regailing him with the story of my recent ex-boyfriend: how he'd lied to me for 9 months, carrying on 6 separate relationships (one of them a marriage), and how I don't trust men in general.


He turned to me, and looked me in the eyes, "That's ok, I'm going to be a much better boyfriend for you."


I couldn't take it anymore. I told him that I wasn't yet over my ex, and that I didn't think I could be in a relationship yet. He thanked me for my honesty, and we agreed to end the date.


Unfortunately when living in a big city, you may find yourself in a situation where you have to take public transportation in the same direction.


We got on the metro, and weren't speaking to one another. Suddenly, I heard something very quiet right next to me. As I looked over at the non-consensual hand-holder, I realized he was muttering to himself, and suddenly began hitting himself in the forehead. I realized I needed to get out of here quickly. I told him the next stop was mine (even though it wasn't), he thanked me for the date, and said to call if I wanted to go out with him again. I got off the metro, and as the doors closed, saw him muttering to himself once again and begin banging his head against a pole in the metro.


When I got home, I immediately deleted my profile from the site.


I'm still single. I recently created a profile on another dating site, hoping to give things another go. A couple weeks ago, I received an e-mail with my "very compatible matches," and who should I see? The non-consensual hand-holder. He sent me a message asking if I wanted to go for coffee sometime. This time I respectfully declined.

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I can upload all the raw footage of me working with film too, should anyone want to remix it.


 


Edit: Raw footage can be found here: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1325003

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This is a project I had queued up for a while. I really loved fractaldust's poem, and asked deeasherself to do a reading because I could hear her voice saying the words as I was reading it. 


The poem itself reminded me a lot something Joe says in his "Why do I hit RECord?" video that has become one of my favorite quotes: “Records are a way for me to know that I am there. Because otherwise I could just, sort of, exist here in my own head, and…how would I ever really know that I was there at all?”


I've always thought about the things we leave behind-the records, the memories, the photographs...but lately I've been thinking about how, just like everything else, they eventually disappear. Films deteriorate. Photographs fade. Digital files become corrupted. So maybe this is a bit of a reflection on that. Or it's just 3:30 in the morning and I'm thinking too much again. :o)


Either way, enjoy and remix away. 

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Wow! It's been a while since I've edited anything.


I loved Lydia's thoughts RE: Independence, and while it's all amazing, I wanted to focus on just one aspect of what she decided to discuss.


Under a minute as per Joe's request.


I can upload a version without music as well.


As always, feedback appreciated. 


Public domain footage used: http://www.archive.org/details/HowMotionPic

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