Work it out, ladies.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Feist - 1 2 3 4
Another adorable video from Feist. I wonder if this was all actually done in one shot. My favorite part is when she's "running", and also at the end when it looks like everyone else disappears. The song is pretty good too!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
sony bravia (bouncy balls)
Alright. I'm not going to lie, I didn't really care what Sony Bravia was until I saw this commercial. I'm also annoyed that this isn't available in a higher resolution. Despite these apparent drawbacks, I'm still inclined to post it for sheer originality. Who would have thought bouncy balls could be so...moving?
Say It's Possible
So my impression of this went from "who the hell is this goth guy" to "please, please keep singing". One of the best voices I have heard in a very long time. Even though she's doing nothing in this video, I can't help watching it just for the sake of her voice, which sounds better here than in her studio recording on her Myspace page. I love it.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tread Softly
I'm completely in love with this poetic animation from Heebok Lee. Stunning. Let's have more of this.
Tread Softly
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This will be great, someday
Untitled
SCENE I.
Set Up Shot:
Aerial view of man riding bicycle, too high up to make any distinction.
Cut: Handlebars, two old hands clutching metal.
Switch: back and forth between aerial view, handlebars, pedaling
Cut: wheel splashing through mud, puddles, any other nastiness
Cut: Aerial view, car almost crashing into bike, out of NOWHERE
Cut: Return to normal, happy-go-lucky biking.
(Music: happy-go-lucky music, almost Beatles 60’s music, no lyrics)
Cut: Aerial view, man gets off bike
Side shot: man walking, waist down, walks nonchalantly past dead bird with wing in the air, bugs swarm it greedily
1PV: man walking up to door, hand reaches out to touch tarnished doorknob
music fades, almost inaudible
“In your face” Loud unlocking of door sound effect.
Freeze frame. All music stops. Complete silence.
Text: ENTER JOHANNES.
Unfreeze. 1PV: man finished opening door and steps into house.
Voices are heard from another room. Man walks out of 1PV.
Camera continues to follow him.
Cut: Homely kitchen, two old women, one of them is PHILOME, JOHANNES’S wife of forty years. She is talking with a shady woman friend. There whispers stop abruptly as he enters the kitchen.
PHILOME
Where have you been?
JOHANNES
None of your goddamn business.
Philome gives her shady woman-friend a knowing look.
Cut: Johannes searching through cupboard for something. Philome’s friend leaves. Sound of door shutting. Silence.
PHILOME
I’m not going to be here for dinner. There are some leftovers in the refrigerator if you want to heat them up.
Johannes finds what he is looking for: a large bottle of rum. He pours himself a drink.
JOHANNES
Where are you going?
PHILOME
(Pause) None of your goddamn business.
C/U: Johannes shrugs.
Cut: Philome moves clears some plates and puts them next to the sink.
Cut: Philome is in foreground, washing dishes by hand. She does not wear rubber gloves. Her bleached hair is in slight disarray. In the background, Johannes takes his drink with him and walks out of the kitchen. Reaching to his mouth he pulls out his front teeth, which are fake, and drops them into the glass of water that Philome was drinking out of.
Cut: Black screen.
Text: (Title of movie?)
SCENE I.
Set Up Shot:
Aerial view of man riding bicycle, too high up to make any distinction.
Cut: Handlebars, two old hands clutching metal.
Switch: back and forth between aerial view, handlebars, pedaling
Cut: wheel splashing through mud, puddles, any other nastiness
Cut: Aerial view, car almost crashing into bike, out of NOWHERE
Cut: Return to normal, happy-go-lucky biking.
(Music: happy-go-lucky music, almost Beatles 60’s music, no lyrics)
Cut: Aerial view, man gets off bike
Side shot: man walking, waist down, walks nonchalantly past dead bird with wing in the air, bugs swarm it greedily
1PV: man walking up to door, hand reaches out to touch tarnished doorknob
music fades, almost inaudible
“In your face” Loud unlocking of door sound effect.
Freeze frame. All music stops. Complete silence.
Text: ENTER JOHANNES.
Unfreeze. 1PV: man finished opening door and steps into house.
Voices are heard from another room. Man walks out of 1PV.
Camera continues to follow him.
Cut: Homely kitchen, two old women, one of them is PHILOME, JOHANNES’S wife of forty years. She is talking with a shady woman friend. There whispers stop abruptly as he enters the kitchen.
PHILOME
Where have you been?
JOHANNES
None of your goddamn business.
Philome gives her shady woman-friend a knowing look.
Cut: Johannes searching through cupboard for something. Philome’s friend leaves. Sound of door shutting. Silence.
PHILOME
I’m not going to be here for dinner. There are some leftovers in the refrigerator if you want to heat them up.
Johannes finds what he is looking for: a large bottle of rum. He pours himself a drink.
JOHANNES
Where are you going?
PHILOME
(Pause) None of your goddamn business.
C/U: Johannes shrugs.
Cut: Philome moves clears some plates and puts them next to the sink.
Cut: Philome is in foreground, washing dishes by hand. She does not wear rubber gloves. Her bleached hair is in slight disarray. In the background, Johannes takes his drink with him and walks out of the kitchen. Reaching to his mouth he pulls out his front teeth, which are fake, and drops them into the glass of water that Philome was drinking out of.
Cut: Black screen.
Text: (Title of movie?)
A Plea For Silence
College.
A time in our lives where we are given our first taste of independence and living away from our parents. Where we can sleep until 4 pm or later. Where no one is nagging you, or telling you to turn your music down, and where a midnight In-N-Out dinner trek is no uncommon venture. It’s the last time where we get to be utterly and completely immature if we want before graduating into the responsible “adult world”, and there’s no one there to stop us. Oh, college. There’s nothing in the world quite like it. It’s a learning experience, and an important one at that; filled with new and unexpected challenges at every turn.
And as is such, please allow me to dive further into one of my aforementioned topics: sleep. Also known as a blissful, unconscious, recuperation time, it is a beloved and necessary component of a college student’s life. We treasure and need our sleep time in a manner similar to that of Lindsay Lohan’s apparent need for illicit substances, smeared eye-makeup, and trashy publicity. Often, and I’m sure Lindsay can attest to this, when something gets in the way of a thing we so deeply cherish and love, people can become, well, perturbed and irritated.
Case in point: freshman year dorm life. I laugh, I cry, and I walk into my room to find people trying on my clothes. In a space where hundreds and hundreds of freshman are crammed into less than a square mile, all living on top of each other and with no air conditioning, more than just last week’s cup o’ noodles can get old. For with no air conditioning, one’s windows must be left open to ensure proper coolness and ventilation, and when everyone’s windows are left open and facing a small yet well maintained courtyard, things can get noisy.
But who said it was a bad noise? After all, there is a certain peace one gets while trying to sleep and hearing someone sing along at an eardrum-shattering volume to Ashlee Simpson’s hit single that was annoying 3 years ago and hasn’t gotten any better. In fact, who wouldn’t want to read Two Treatises of Government while the suite below you was playing Super Smash Brothers with the Bose surround sound system your parents got you as a graduation gift? You don’t know a good night’s sleep before a midterm until you have experienced drifting off to dream-land at the sound of a hearty drunken game of spin-the-bottle in the room next door. Screaming and yelling from across the courtyard, coupled with all sorts of intermingled curses and derogatory jargon, can really relax the mind. And what better sound to wake up to than that of the jackhammers working on the refurbishing of the Student Health Center? Who said it was bad noise, indeed?
I DID.
For the love of all that is holy or even remotely religiously affiliated on this Earth, I am pleading for the residents of Middle Earth to respect the Quiet Hours, which I will remind you go from 10 pm to 8 am on school nights. Next time you want to recreate a scene from Battle Royale in the lady’s room, or get everyone together for some post-marijuana-use RAMEN FEST, please desist.
TO THOSE REPEAT OFFENDERS:A person ten-feet away from you, merely separated by the thin (yet oddly durable) walls that shelter our obstinate brains, may very well be stressing out, cramming, or trying to get a good night’s sleep before a test the next day. They need quiet. They need peace. They need peace and quiet. So stop to consider next time you think it would be a good idea to cause a raucous by hitting your best friend with a sock full of batteries, because the studious shouldn’t have to drag themselves off to the middle of Aldrich Park to get their work done. One shouldn’t, after all, be forced to call Duty Line sixteen times in a single night. I don’t wish to prevent you from partaking in the joys of your (relatively) responsibility-free freshman year, but please have the decency to respect those who value their GPA.
Thank you for your consideration.
A time in our lives where we are given our first taste of independence and living away from our parents. Where we can sleep until 4 pm or later. Where no one is nagging you, or telling you to turn your music down, and where a midnight In-N-Out dinner trek is no uncommon venture. It’s the last time where we get to be utterly and completely immature if we want before graduating into the responsible “adult world”, and there’s no one there to stop us. Oh, college. There’s nothing in the world quite like it. It’s a learning experience, and an important one at that; filled with new and unexpected challenges at every turn.
And as is such, please allow me to dive further into one of my aforementioned topics: sleep. Also known as a blissful, unconscious, recuperation time, it is a beloved and necessary component of a college student’s life. We treasure and need our sleep time in a manner similar to that of Lindsay Lohan’s apparent need for illicit substances, smeared eye-makeup, and trashy publicity. Often, and I’m sure Lindsay can attest to this, when something gets in the way of a thing we so deeply cherish and love, people can become, well, perturbed and irritated.
Case in point: freshman year dorm life. I laugh, I cry, and I walk into my room to find people trying on my clothes. In a space where hundreds and hundreds of freshman are crammed into less than a square mile, all living on top of each other and with no air conditioning, more than just last week’s cup o’ noodles can get old. For with no air conditioning, one’s windows must be left open to ensure proper coolness and ventilation, and when everyone’s windows are left open and facing a small yet well maintained courtyard, things can get noisy.
But who said it was a bad noise? After all, there is a certain peace one gets while trying to sleep and hearing someone sing along at an eardrum-shattering volume to Ashlee Simpson’s hit single that was annoying 3 years ago and hasn’t gotten any better. In fact, who wouldn’t want to read Two Treatises of Government while the suite below you was playing Super Smash Brothers with the Bose surround sound system your parents got you as a graduation gift? You don’t know a good night’s sleep before a midterm until you have experienced drifting off to dream-land at the sound of a hearty drunken game of spin-the-bottle in the room next door. Screaming and yelling from across the courtyard, coupled with all sorts of intermingled curses and derogatory jargon, can really relax the mind. And what better sound to wake up to than that of the jackhammers working on the refurbishing of the Student Health Center? Who said it was bad noise, indeed?
I DID.
For the love of all that is holy or even remotely religiously affiliated on this Earth, I am pleading for the residents of Middle Earth to respect the Quiet Hours, which I will remind you go from 10 pm to 8 am on school nights. Next time you want to recreate a scene from Battle Royale in the lady’s room, or get everyone together for some post-marijuana-use RAMEN FEST, please desist.
TO THOSE REPEAT OFFENDERS:A person ten-feet away from you, merely separated by the thin (yet oddly durable) walls that shelter our obstinate brains, may very well be stressing out, cramming, or trying to get a good night’s sleep before a test the next day. They need quiet. They need peace. They need peace and quiet. So stop to consider next time you think it would be a good idea to cause a raucous by hitting your best friend with a sock full of batteries, because the studious shouldn’t have to drag themselves off to the middle of Aldrich Park to get their work done. One shouldn’t, after all, be forced to call Duty Line sixteen times in a single night. I don’t wish to prevent you from partaking in the joys of your (relatively) responsibility-free freshman year, but please have the decency to respect those who value their GPA.
Thank you for your consideration.
The "24" Formula
Many of you, like myself, have encountered in your TV watching lives the adrenaline-pumping, palm-sweating, armchair-gripping drama that is 24. Why study when you could watch Jack Bauer save the world? Yet as I progress through my 3rd season of this glorious saga, I find myself encountering some rather predictable motifs that have occurred in every season as of yet. For your reading pleasure, please continue.
1. Jack Bauer is always going against CTU protocol in some way or another; disregarding laws in order to get things done the Jack Bauer way. He usually succeeds, so we’re generally okay with this. However…
2. Kim Bauer always ends up being kidnapped, held hostage, or otherwise imprisoned. She also has a knack for falling for testosterone-charged men with backgrounds as questionable as their haircuts. But Kim is probably most well-known for almost connecting the thirty things that are all going on at once, but then nobody listens to her and everyone thinks she’s crazy. Sorry, Kim! I don’t take Paris Hilton’s new beer-fetcher any more seriously than I have to. Moving on.
3. Some TERRORISTS are always involved with some ludicrous threat to destroy the American people. From bombs to biohazards, they always find away, and then
4. Some random, good-looking white family finds themselves the victim of the latter terrorists.
5. You also know you’re watching 24 when you can bet your LIFE on Ryan Chappelle from “Division Headquarters” ruining everyone’s plan and making people’s lives ten times more difficult. Thanks a lot, you bureaucratic fuck.
6. And how could I forget my favorite character, the ever-forthcoming President Palmer; whose life or reputation or election to office is also at stake within the 24-hour range of the show. Be that as it may, you’ll always have my vote, Mr. Palmer, even if you do Auto-Insurance commercials.
7. My other favorite part of the show is how people that you thought were DEAD and GONE FOREVER aka NINA MEYERS or SHERRY PALMER show up with some BS dirty schemes and we all groan when we see their familiar ugly faces framed in this season’s haircut. May the writers continue to bless you with roles on the show, ladies, and twist the plots just the way we like them.
All this being said, I still find myself helplessly addicted to 24 and am often guilty of watching 3, 4, even 5 episodes in a single sitting. To those who are just starting off with the show, or a season: remember to clear your schedule in large periods of time, as 24 will completely engross you to the point of no return!
Ciao for now,
Sebastian
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