Dickin' Around

This barely passes as satire, but I wanted to get it off of my chest, I guess. Or had nothing better to do. Or a combination of the two..

Latest Project

So, last year a group of filmmakers I teamed up with enlisted my brother to write a score for a quick bake film festival on short notice without much knowledge of the film itself. The loose agreement was that we'd eventually film a music video for his band.

Well, over a year has passed. We did the festival a second time with a different composer. They have started a new album. I managed to cut together a video from Archive.org footage, but it wasn't a 'real' video, at least not the kind we promised. I mean, it didn't even have the band in it.

Well, now it's rectified. Shot and edited over the course of two days, The Grumpy now has a new video.




You might want to click to the YouTube site, the template we use doesn't allow for widescreen.

Shameless

I'm just giddy, so I'm posting this all over the place, even places we don't really maintain any more...

 This is for the screenplay version of Frames, which makes it easily at this point our most awarded work. And the one we feel the most oogey about, go figure. We find out if we're big winners next month.

New Project

I've been dragging around thousands of CDs for years without really knowing what's in it. I've had a lot of time on my hands lately and decided it was time to see what exactly has been following me around all this time. So I've started a blog to document my travels through my CD collection. You can view the beast here. I don't know who would go here who wouldn't already know about it, but just in case.

What can really be said?

I was driving down I-5 to Bakersfield when I heard that Jose Saramago had died. My good friend Bruce called and he had to repeat himself a few times before I understood who he was talking about. Then I dealt with my family for three days. Then I drove home. Then a bunch more life stuff happened.

I almost feel like my actions don't really convey the magnitude of the sorrow that I feel that an old man that I never knew died. I even feel a little pretentious at publicly talking about it, but damned if it hasn't hit me now that my world has stopped moving long enough for me to really think about it. I kind of lived in one of Saramago's books for a couple years as I made it the partial subject of my MA thesis, and it had a profound effect on my view of the world. Saramago described himself as a pessimist, but I think the message of so much of his work is that life has to happen even when horror is not far away. We live in an absurd world, where justice, fairness, and kindness are rare and fleeting, and that is why these things matter. Nothing lasts, not even suffering.

Half Assed Video

I owe my brother a proper music video, but until such time as I can make that happen, I got a bug up my ass to do this using footage from Archive.org and the world's worst free video editor. Somehow the trailer for My Life in Triplicate got views through here, so I thought I'd pimp the video, too.

My Life in Triplicate

I don't know if anyone still checks in on me through here, but here is a trailer for a film I co-wrote and directed last fall for the San Francisco 7 Day Film Festival. It won best screenplay and was nominated for Audience Choice and 'Most Inventive,' whatever that means. The team that put this together is shooting a newer even more ambitious project. The full length version (around twenty minutes) will be available soon.