Archive for November, 2005

On anthropomorphizing an image

Sunday, November 13th, 2005

I envy a digital image right now.

Before I continue, I want you to take a look at it with me.

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Look at him. Look at his giant, ridiculous smile. Gaze into that gaping, graduated maw. That’s got to be the happiest goddamn avatar ever created. You look at him, and you think, “what could he possibly be so fucking happy about?” You envy him. You wish you could be him. You wish you could be as happy as he is right now, or, at the least, you wish you could experience what it is that’s making him that way, even if just for a moment.

Night after night, I sit at my computer, my eyes fixed on his soulless, cheerful expression. He stares back at me from the corner of the dock. Motionless. Lifeless, yet joyful. He is more content than I will ever be, yet he offers me no solace.

He pities me.

Attack of the Lyrics: Nov. 13th, 2005

Sunday, November 13th, 2005

Shut your eyes
See the future’s distant shore
March ahead
More enlightened than before
And there’s sure to be bumps and distractions
but I know we’ll get through
There will be me, there will be you
There will be a way
Unresolved repercussions from your life
Fortified with the vitriol of strife
And you can be gridlocked by predictions,
But you’re wise grab the prize
Then revise, realize
there will be a way
Hey… Ho
And I don’t know where we are going
but we’re here on this ride
And we’ll stand side by side
all along the way
Follow me to the future’s distant shore
Vagary needn’t haunt us anymore
And now it’s time to set the agenda,
Learn the past, make it last
Share the wealth, hold your fire,
conserve life, make it right
kill the hate, negotiate
There will be a way

There Will Be A Way
Bad Religion
The New America

On jumping the ramp in the car

Saturday, November 12th, 2005

I usually don’t post “video releases” here, but, well, I’m posting a video release here.

The last in the Aspire Saga series has been released. Get it here. Warning — it’s about 50 megabytes.

It’s so good. Oh yes. So good.

WATCH IT!

Attack of the Lyrics: Nov. 12th, 2005

Saturday, November 12th, 2005

Transfixated on the big blue screen
its your window to the outside
a melancholy dream
a medium upon which you build reality
this episodic currency
that everybody needs
somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep
the man behind the weather map
the editor in chief
they control two worlds
power and disease
and you cannot supress you curiosity
but see it’s only entertainment
superficial urgency
posterboard mentality
only entertainemnt
tightly constrained
the buzz that remains
is the story of how we run our lives
many our the people poor and suffering
from the lack of coverage
from the transmission beam
and if it ever gets there
you’ll be offended too
’cause you cannot distinguish
chicanery from truth
see it’s only entertainment
a superficial episode
as life continues to unfold
only entertainment
controlled and copied
they’ve planted the seed
that sprouts into your picture of the world
can’t someone protect me (turn away, turn away)
from this electron beam?
hey you, Mr. FCC
have you no advice for me?
its your window to the outside
a melancholy dream
a medium upon which you build reality
this episodic currency
that everybody needs
somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep
the man behind the weather map
the editor in chief
they control two worlds
power and disease
and you cannot supress you curiosity
but see it’s only entertainment
superficial urgency
posterboard mentality
only entertainemnt
tightly constrained
the buzz that remains
is the story of how we run our lives
many our the people poor and suffering
from the lack of coverage
from the transmission beam
and if it ever gets there
you’ll be offended too
’cause you cannot distinguish
chicanery from truth
see it’s only entertainment
a superficial episode
as life continues to unfold
only entertainment
controlled and copied
they’ve planted the seed
that sprouts into your picture of the world
can’t someone protect me (turn away, turn away)
from this electron beam?
hey you, Mr. FCC

Only Entertainment
Bad Religion
Generator

On getting critiqued

Friday, November 11th, 2005

I worked on a short film entitled “Casting Call” last month. It was posted on the forums over at IndieTalk.com, as a part of a themed independent film contest they are running.

Someone over there, Shawn, “liked” our film so much that he decided to author an insanely detailed and thought out critique of our style and techniques.

You can read it here. It definitely brought a tear to my eye. My response to him is here, and the entire thread is here.

I love that guy! I think I need to get him on board as my Director of Photography!

On wanting to go home

Friday, November 11th, 2005

I want to go home.

I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t like it here.

On trade deficits and the global economy

Friday, November 11th, 2005

The U.S. trade deficit reached a record level in September. Sixty-six billion dollars in deficit.

A lot of people don’t seem to know what that means, and rightly, they don’t care. But, it’s helpful to know. Knowing things is the first step to, you know, being smart.

A trade deficit means that we, as a nation, imported more goods from other countries than we exported to other countries. We don’t make enough of anything here to self-sustain. So, we buy things from other countries. Unfortunately, we don’t even make enough here to sell back to the world to pay for the things we buy.

Where do we buy these things, anyway? We get them from all over. China, mostly. Canada, too. Really, anywhere but here. And we don’t have much to offer back to the rest of the world.

But does that matter?

My take is, right now, it seems to. But we live in a global economy. The economic boundaries between countries are breaking down. Money is becoming less real and more conceptual. Vast sums of currency are transferred around the world instantly, with no physical materials ever being moved.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t just work like that. Our country, and its’ citizens, need to stay relevant to the rest of the world. If we aren’t producing anything of value to the world’s inhabitants, they won’t continue to allow us to exist in this economy. The United States is propping itself up on credit and service industries. Much of our profitable industry is focused inward. Fast food, domestic product manufacturing, real estate sales, construction, inter-state tourism. Money changes hands between service workers in exchange for the services they each provide to the other. That is a very fragile system.

Our economy has typically thrived during periods of armed conflict. The United States is well known for its’ capacity to make war, and to make war profitable. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that again.

Attack of the Lyrics: Nov. 11th, 2005

Friday, November 11th, 2005

We’d hit the bottom,
I thought it was my fault
And in a way I guess it was
I’m just now finding out
What it was all about

Moved to the west coast away from everyone
She never told me that you called
Back when I was still, I was still in love

Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it’s bye-bye, goodbye, I tried
And I twisted it wrong just to make it right
Had to leave myself behind
I’ve been flying high all night
So come pick me up…I’ve landed

The daily dramas she made from nothing
So nothing ever made them right
She liked to push me and talk me back down
Until I believed I was the crazy one,
and in a way
I guess I was…

But I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it’s bye-bye, goodbye I tried
Treading a sea of a troubled mind
Had to leave myself behind
Singing bye-bye, goodbye I tried

If you wrote me off I’d understand it
Because I’ve been on some other planet
So come pick me up…
I’ve landed

And you will be so
happy to know
I’ve come alone,
it’s over

But I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it’s by my goodbye I tried
Down comes the reign of the telephone czar
It’s OK to call
Now I’ll answer for myself

Come pick me up,
…I’ve landed

Landed
Ben Folds
Songs for Silverman

Attack of the Lyrics: Nov. 10th, 2005

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

A new age of reason
Brain treason to trick the mind
What good is searching
if nothing’s there to find
We arrive at this place
of no return my brothers
Only to discover that our minds have led us away
so far from the painful truth
of who we are

What’s right is wrong
what’s come has gone
what’s clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that’s benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany

Come forth bear witness
see the profit from your loss
Beg for forgiveness
only after you tally the cost
We arrive at this place
of no return my sisters
Only to discover that our values ran us aground
on the shoal in the sea of what
we could be

What’s right is wrong
what’s come has gone
what’s clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that’s benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany

If it’s real for me do I have to prove it to you
Why do revelations fade to cold blue untruths
It’s oh so relative
Subservient in total to one’s perspective

What’s right is wrong
what’s come has gone
what’s clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that’s benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany
Always failing me

Epiphany
Bad Religion
The Process of Belief

On forgetting to do something

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

I forgot to renew gurufl.net.

My hosting company shut me the eff down.

I spent the better part of today straightening out my DNS.

It’s back up now.

Yay!