Thursday, November 20, 2008

Can't Ruin the Ruined

It's late, and I'm tired. Just a few things:

Both vehicles died. The van is scrap (literally), and the car needs transmission rebuilt. At home, trying to stay sane, and get the car repaired this week.

Been working the photography thing, so, not so much writing. But, will probably work on my website.

Watched a handful of movies.

Just added Lisa Anne Auerbach to my follow list. She co-founded The Casual Observer zine, from the '90s, and was but a handful of the nation's best zines back then. She been up to a lot lately.


Thursday, November 6, 2008

Flaming Lips' 500 Pound Brain Sign

Originally uploaded by Jim Cripps
Went down to Wayne Coynes' house, to see what the big tent was all about, and lo-and-behold, the tent housed a 500 pound brain. It was visiting for Halloween, and would accept visitors later that evening.

In this photo, Wayne Coyne and two roadies examine the sign that tempts passers-by to quiz the brain.

Friday, October 31, 2008

If I Had a Brain, Would I Let Flaming Lips Touch It?

What a day!I've been trying to keep this "blog" as a writing journal, but today's overall experiences demand I go beyond those boundaries. Today was a hard day at work, bust it late to get things done before deadline, but during lunch, my adventure made work more..., insufferable.

I had to go to Epperson Photo to drop off my first roll of 120 film and a spent roll of 35mm (and I needed a roll salvaged, too). On my way there, I thought I would swing by Wayne Coyne's house, and maybe take a pic for posterity (he and his wife live only about a mile from work). The road I was going to take was getting re-laid with asphalt, so I had to take a longer route. When I turned on the road that runs directly [damn spell check not catching that! 'Irectly' is a word?] in front of the house, I noticed many trucks around, and a slightly differently facade to the house. I must say, it's looking good. So, I drove around the block to check out the back of the house, because I read that he had bought the houses around him as a buffer ( Lo and behold, in the back lot, was a tent! It looked like the circus was coming to town!!

Well, everything went well at Epperson's, so it was back to work (but you know, I didn't get a pic of Wayne's house, but I did get some shots of a church with the Holga). Work was boring after that, yet stressful.

After work, I thought it would be a great time to go back to the tent and check it out
—a Coyne production, is a big production! Not surprisingly, Wayne was outside the tent painting a sign on a white bedsheet, using (possibly) Tempera paints in the worst colors that could be chosen by a fifteen year old for their MySpace. But it works here!

There were two signs, and from what I remember there were things about "500 pound brain", and "Ask it anything!" And it was there, inside the tent, resting on a large table; pink, and wrinkled. There was a woman and her son/grandson, both fascinated and confused at the same time, milling about the crushing blob, asking questions about the whole affair. Lights and electronics and smoke added to the mystery. Not to mention a bunny outfit..., or a squirrel with a bob tail, not sure, rounded the whole thing out. There were goodies, and no fee, and as Wayne confessed, loud music to come later. I could go on, but suffice it to say, I didn't get a chance to return when the festivities really took off. Bummer.

The brain was the thing. And it makes my thoughts want to jump ship.

Monday, October 27, 2008

You Can't Put a Price On Condensation

I finally uploaded the list of movies I've seen, which is, to the uninitiated, always incomplete because it's hard to remember those movies I've seen as a child. And sometimes, I just forget to write it down, and it disappears from memory. An addiction to movies is not pretty. Many suffer, and it can be life threatening.

Maintaining websites is another debilitating disease, of which I also suffer.

And then there is writing, which I seemed to have been healed from doing. Aargh!

Do you like trainwrecks? Well, Gary Busey is on Celebrity Rehab. Can't turn away...

Saturday, October 18, 2008

It'll Hurt, Till It's Showtime

After a post, and comments on Kevin Alexander's blawg, we have renewed interest in General Cinema bumper videos. Enjoy the goodness!

Yesterday at the local Wal-Mart, there was a little girl having a seizure. Not sure if she was choking, or having a negative response to something—or epileptic. Eventually, she started crying, which was a good sign.

My feet hurt. Bad. Really bad. Mostly just the heals. So painful to stand and walk. I'm going to try to get around today, so I won't get too bored in bed. Today was going to be my shooting day;a roll from my Rollei SLR, put a roll in my Holga and Yashicam TLR. Joy, just out of reach.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Palm Leaves and Skinned Toes Make the Toga

Oh, uh, I think I made my decision about the next president. Not that I'm stoked about either one, but there have been some honorable mistakes (choices) that will be enshrined in the great hall soon. It is so Dukakis--He should not have quit and then get back in the race; that kind of huge mistake.

On a different note, I had conversations today that we're quite fascinating. What if Jesus did come back?


The congregation is surprised by the sudden appearance of Jesus (you know him).


An evenly astonished Jesus moves his head back-and-forth.

(shocked, yo)
What are you people doing?! Wha?
All these churches, and ..., you do
know you're breaking a cardinal rule,
don't you? You know, not worshiping
anyone but God..., my father!?

Jesus begins to pace around the pulpit.

All this weird stuff about me, and the gold.
Gold? Why so much? All because of me? This
is why I've been gone for so long.

He stops pacing.

It's creepy. The only reason I'm down here
now is because that Tammy chick is
stalking me.

Suddenly, an angel appears behind Jesus in the guise of Tammy Fay Baker.

(make like Fran Drescher)
Oh, Jesus, there you are! Come here
with those locks and let me stroke them!


That's enough of that.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

To the Moderate, a Toast

Nathan Bransford, over at his blog, posed a question, "Would you still write if you knew you'd never make a cent?" Popular, and intriguing question.

Occasionally I think of this, and ponder till I fall asleep. But I tend to really hover on the excitement of accomplishment and what it brings—the fame. Crazy talk indeed, but if you're going to make it big, you might as well write your fame. Either that, or make the money to buy it.

Orson Welles pretty much wrote his own fame. Did a pretty good job of it until people got sick of it, and his bloat.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Show Me Your Etching, and I'll Buy It

I received the new issue of GD USA in the mail (Naw, in my shoe!), and on the cover is an illustration by Menz titled Gal. It's a quirky pic by a young Chinese artist (this issue is advertising the 3030 New Graphic Design in China book, about 30 artists under 30 in China), and the lines are slightly fuzzy, giving warmth, reminiscent of Al Hirchsfield. So, I saw bravah, but coming out of her stomach is something like goo, and she has a plug(?) where her belly button is. In the end, it was nice.

But, this reminds me of yesterday's delightful event; I found Marina Abramović! What am I talking about? Well, about a year ago, I was reading about some of the best performance and installation artists (I went on an illogical journey to find my own path toward installation art from this), and there were several pages on the wonderful Marina Abramović. There were several pieces showcased, and most of them struck a nerve. Now, most of the time, when something strikes a nerve with me, it's in a good way—not like the shooting pain in the funny-bone, but more like Viagra.

What's so exciting about her? If you look her up on Google, you'll get a lot of the Balkan Erotic stuff (you know, because of the 'Net), but it's her other pieces that really tantalize. Marina is studying the condition between the body and the physical (world). Of note, and PG rated, is a piece where she is dress, topless, on a 10 foot-plus ladder, with the skirt of her dress flowing out probably 30 feet. In more startling work, she has cut herself, had orgasms while people walk above her on a platform (not original, but an homage to Vito Acconci's Seedbed (1972)), and re-enacted other works in these same veins, like Action Pants by Varie Export (1969).

So, now I have her name embedded; all I need are some framed memories. And something to perform. Cleaning my toes would count, yes?

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Why Didn't You Call?

At the checkout line in Walmart today, I saw taped to the bottom of the check writing platform, a handwritten, photocopied notice that read,
Until further notice, all pre-paid phone cards and phone cards are not to be sold.
Or, something like that. I asked the clerk why, and she didn't know. In fact, she told me that no one else knew either. Well, I just looked it up, and I assume that it's a perfunctory action by Walmart so that they will become liable for knowingly sell "fraudulent product:"

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

In the Color of My Eye

I am saddened to read that Kodachrome may not be produced any more. Not that I've ever used it, but it's turning into the last samurai, knight of the Round Table, or free Internet; mythological. It produces wonderful color, more so that film we have even today. And what's to keep film manufacturers going with testing/creating new film with the pressing advances of digital? The only thing that they have been working on is the processing of film, from what I can tell, or more directly, film that processes differently. This is assuredly for the processors own benefit—they've got mouths to feed too.

Meanwhile, the erstwhile photographer/artist is left to scrounge for the most equivalent film they can find, going over the edge with quickly expiring film dates, and just doing the best that they can do. Can digital do for us what vibrant, three color processing did for us in the '60s and '70s?

Hm, no.

O', give me my 126 Kodacolor and Instamatic!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

If You've Got the Guns, Shine Them Up for the Show

I'm going to write another essay, about subject close to my heart; U.S. carrier naming. Boring, right? Well, it's really chaffing my hide what the Navy and the government have been doing for the last ten years or so. The essay will most likely be slanted, but I can't help that. The antagonists are very powerful...

Until then, here's this: I am not surprised by HSM 3's producers recent move. They have told the actors to bring their game faces—essentially, "Put up your best theatrical skills." One sweet play by them. What does this mean? My guess, is that it's a money move by the studio (Disney, of course. It is the Wal-Mart of the movie business). Disney most likely acted like this would be just another High School Musical movie, premiering on t.v., and then going to video within a short time. As seen by HSM2, that worked out very well for them, getting the best ratings ever for a premier broadcast of a movie on cable (or air broadcast, I believe). A real ratings winner for them. Disney got top dollar for commercials based on previous ratings and all the hoopla for #1. But what is their next best move? The theaters, of course, the real path to dollars.

There was speculation during casting, that HSM3 might go straight to theaters, but squashing of these rumors was quickly put into play. It was supposed to be another Disney cable movie. So, everybody plays along, signing contracts right away, or holding out, going to the table, asking for more. Of course, Disney knows that any increase in pay over previous installments are mere nickels and dimes compared to the outcome of HSM3. Everybody knows. But, up Disney's sleeve is an ace. After everyone has signed, and pre-production is under way, and all those that need to know come to know, Disney and producers drop the bomb; "We're going big time!" (They're recent announcement is just a hint, or a warm-up. Just you wait and see.)

Now it's too late, almost everyone is locked in at low pay, without leverage. Disney has got a blockbuster for cheap. It certainly won't be a Guys and Dolls, but it will turn out to be a 50 cent Titanic, without the Oscar please.

Well played, Disney. Well played.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Nobody Does It Better Than Money

Vacation slipping away, and nothing to show for it. Today would have been my greatest day of accomplishment, writing wise, but there were problems of the four-wheeled kind. That beast is taking nearly half of my paycheck tomorrow, which means that the next two weeks will be lean again. I did manage to do a little web work last night, but it was very frustrating. The log in process is like an Indiana Jones adventure.

I've managed to keep away from tonight, mostly, and just trying to enjoy the evening. For certain, I'll be hitting the pages. I might try just using FTP instead of the ferocious web manager.

Netflix is trying to host a movie watching record event in Times Square next month, hoping to set a new record for consecutively watched movies; the record stands at just over five days! The most I've ever watched straight is four movies in a day. Most of the time, I'm just watching t.v. and those nasty commercials like, "I've had to re-use catheters because I can't afford to buy new ones." Ugh.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

A Chain of Confusion

I've been sick since the weekend, but getting better. Damn stomach! Trying to not eat is hard when all I want to do when I'm hungry, is eat! I went to the store, and didn't get Jell-o or yogurt. Dumb me.

Trying hard to get away from (see, register, vote! Brownies), and get to writing. If I'm going to get anywhere, I've got to finish new work.

Noticed that there isn't an icon/avatar for me here. I usually use the ole brownies. Maybe I'll repeat that here. Don't know.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Biofuels - Switchgrass Nearly Doubles its Output, in Study

The use of Switchgrass as a biofuel will produce more energy per ton after processing than E85 from corn. And, switchgrass can be grown on land that doesn't support the usual crops, which we are all upset about. Let's support switchgrass!

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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Imagine a Doorway

Only two pages done today, because it's been a long day.
First, a grueling trip around town to talk to several people about rent increases.
Second, it was hot! Fortunately, it wasn't humid. And I only hope that the hurricane down south (pummel Texas while you're down there), doesn't bring any humidity and heat up this way. [Yet, expect 106 degrees tomorrow].
Then, the come-down, trying to relax. It took awhile to get into the groove. I felt good, just listening to various versions of Glen and Marketa's Falling Slowly (ugh, I had to type that several times). After about an hour of that, I finally put out two pages of a Twilight Zone-like movie script. I'm sure the output will increase when I get deep into the groove. It's still the first draft...; nothing to worry about!
Appian Way Productions, write me a comment.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Day Two of Script? Happy Times.

"Take this sinking ship..."
Saw Once earlier, and it is sweet. The Oscar winning "Falling Slowly" is an awesome song, but using it at almost the beginning of the movie almost makes the whole experience anti-climactic. But it's a good movie anyway, full of amazing music. Irish buskers' power!

Been working on the script for, at least I hope for Appian Way Productions, almost the whole day. Hopefully end today's work on page six. It's going to be very Twilight Zone-ish.