The results of being born in New York, being raised in Bergen County, NJ, and then coming back to the City where my heart's always been.
hitrecordjoe:

(paintyhands:salemome:currrzio:On the set of A bout de souffle)
The scale of it looks remarkably similar to what’s often called “no-budget” filmmaking now-a-days, no?  Camera’s about the size of an EX3.  Lit by household lamps.  Director pushing a wheelchair for the “dolly”.
And well shit, while I’m waxing authoritative about indie filmmaking and A bout de souffle (and I know most of you already know, but for those who don’t, the english title is “Breathless” and it’s mandatory viewing for artsy fartsy film snobs like us), here’s an already widely known tidbit that I’ll hereby take heroic credit for spreading a teency weency wider.
The filmmaker pictured above, Jean-Luc Godard, was a film critic before he made movies.  He and a bunch of other thinker/writer/cineastes upkept a periodical called Cahier du cinema.  Nowadays, historians tend to attribute these guys with beginning to convince the world that film was not mere pulp and circus but was indeed a form of art.
The story continues that one day, some filmmaker who had perhaps received some negative criticism from the Cahier, or perhaps not, I don’t really know, I’m half making this up, put the question to them.  If you guys have so much to say about movies, why don’t you make some yourselves?
So they did.  Of course, they didn’t have the resources had by the standard filmmaking endeavors of the day.  But they didn’t try to imitate the glossy look of Hollywood’s golden age.  Instead, they embraced their limited resources and created what everyone now calls the “New Wave” that spread out into the crop of American masterpieces in the late 60s and 70s — Raging Bull, Badlands — all the way into the “Independent” movies of the 90s — Pulp Fiction, Sling Blade.
It seems to me that this is a pertinent story to tell here among the internauts for a couple reasons.  First is the obvious analogy of adapting limited resources into a new genuine aesthetic rather than imitating the established one.  Second, there sure are a lot of critics online.  Now writing comments about movies and videos is cool and all.  But for my bet, RECords are way more fun to make than Remarks.

hitrecordjoe:

(paintyhands:salemome:currrzio:On the set of A bout de souffle)

The scale of it looks remarkably similar to what’s often called “no-budget” filmmaking now-a-days, no?  Camera’s about the size of an EX3.  Lit by household lamps.  Director pushing a wheelchair for the “dolly”.

And well shit, while I’m waxing authoritative about indie filmmaking and A bout de souffle (and I know most of you already know, but for those who don’t, the english title is “Breathless” and it’s mandatory viewing for artsy fartsy film snobs like us), here’s an already widely known tidbit that I’ll hereby take heroic credit for spreading a teency weency wider.

The filmmaker pictured above, Jean-Luc Godard, was a film critic before he made movies.  He and a bunch of other thinker/writer/cineastes upkept a periodical called Cahier du cinema.  Nowadays, historians tend to attribute these guys with beginning to convince the world that film was not mere pulp and circus but was indeed a form of art.

The story continues that one day, some filmmaker who had perhaps received some negative criticism from the Cahier, or perhaps not, I don’t really know, I’m half making this up, put the question to them.  If you guys have so much to say about movies, why don’t you make some yourselves?

So they did.  Of course, they didn’t have the resources had by the standard filmmaking endeavors of the day.  But they didn’t try to imitate the glossy look of Hollywood’s golden age.  Instead, they embraced their limited resources and created what everyone now calls the “New Wave” that spread out into the crop of American masterpieces in the late 60s and 70s — Raging Bull, Badlands — all the way into the “Independent” movies of the 90s — Pulp Fiction, Sling Blade.

It seems to me that this is a pertinent story to tell here among the internauts for a couple reasons.  First is the obvious analogy of adapting limited resources into a new genuine aesthetic rather than imitating the established one.  Second, there sure are a lot of critics online.  Now writing comments about movies and videos is cool and all.  But for my bet, RECords are way more fun to make than Remarks.


Your NPR Name

doree:

spiegelman:

liana:

Eric and I recently discovered a shared fascination with the slew of impossibly named NPR hosts we listen to every day: Renee Montagne, Steve Inskeep, Corey Flintoff, Korva Coleman, Kai Ryssdal, Dina Temple-Raston.

In fact, we’ve often wondered what it would be like to be one of them.  A Nina Totenberg or a Renita Jablonski.  A David Kestenbaum or a Lakshmi Singh.  Even (on our most ambitious days) a Cherry Glaser or a Sylvia Poggioli.

So finally, after years of Fresh Air sign-off ambitions, we came up with a system for creating our own NPR Names.  Here’s how it works: You take your middle initial and insert it somewhere into your first name.  Then you add on the smallest foreign town you’ve ever visited.

So I’m Liarna Kassel.  And Eric is Jeric Bath.  I even have a new nickname for my little brother in Dylsan Rosarita.

The local affiliates also have some great names. Soterios Johnson on WNYC and Marty Moss-Coane on WHYY (I thought her name was Mosskowain for the longest time) are two of my favorites. My only problem with Liana’s method is I don’t have a middle name!

My name would be Tijara Besançon. Sounds pretty good, maybe I’ll take as a pseudonym.

This is what midterms do to people

  • Stephanie: You smoking another cigarette?
  • Me: Yeah, I figure I can smoke another one now since I'm not gonna smoke while I take a nap.

I have many concerns. I am concerned that most people are scared to meet my gaze in the street. I am concerned that we have forgotten how to share our humanity with each other. I am concerned that some of the most fundamental human needs- love and security- are now equated with things that you buy, like rings and alarm systems. I am concerned that the U.S. is spreading its own economic system and cultural ideals throughout the entire world without regard for the people that are hungrier and more exploited because of it. I am concerned that most of the aid given by developed countries to “developing” countries is thought of as charity rather than a necessary restitution. I am concerned that this aid is being used to support the development of the very same capitalistic system that has driven these countries into poverty to begin with. I am concerned with people who hate other people because of their skin color or culture. I am concerned when people who hate use violence. I am concerned that we need policemen carrying large guns on our streets, and that we give some people the right to kill other people.

Mostly, I am concerned that so many people are not concerned.

— EZLN

tuneage:

La Strada - “Starling

La Strada = beautiful compositional indie rock. This song continually evolves into something else; sounding like a sea shanty that turns into a whimsical waltz, that you should hear while riding a carousel, all while encompassing “old world charm.” If you enjoy Beirut, I suggest checking this out!

La Strada just released their self-titled debut EP. They also just made a music video for Next New Networks’ latest show $99 Music Videos that you can check out here.

The title of the short film I’ll be directing this semester is Starling. Maybe I’ll try to use this in the movie…

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Life contains the capacity, like flames that reach toward heaven, to transform suffering and pain into the energy needed for value-creation, into light that illuminates darkness.
— Daisaku Ikeda

All before 12pm, I ...

-Cut my finger on a bottle cap

-Broke a glass bottle taking it out of the freezer where someone left it for two days

-Gave myself a splinter on the banister

-Missed a quiz

-Broke one of my favorite necklaces

Ugh.

Exercises in creepy texts from a guy

[Picture attached] This is S——-. The guy u met @ Webster Hall [ed. note Don’t judge me for being at Webster Hall. Danger and Afrikaa Bambata were playing]. I know u don’t know me, but I can’t get your beauty, attitude, swagger, and aspirations off my mind. You seem like the perfect lady. But what do I know? just wanna say that I really like the way you made me feel with your presence and would love to get to know u better. Call me if this message intrigues u at all. I would love to take you out for a casual dinner or whatever you’re into B-)