Ryan Larkin is dead. He didn't get to finish his comeback piece, Spare Change. I guess we were all rooting for him to bounce back on track, and maybe started on the right direction before he left. I'll forgive him for the time he yelled at me last fall because his movies were just so beautiful.

These are the only video clips I could find, sorry ( Read more... )

There's a storm in Montreal right now, and rue St-Viateur is covered in snow and rose petals. They seemed to lead not from the flower shop, but from unassuming rotisserie where one can be jealous of the chickens and cows on the spinning on the spit over the hot fire.

This is my homework assignment. We were to create a 1 minute web video ( Read more... )

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but red makes me laugh.

I'm not out of bed yet, but would you get up if you had a fuzzy orange cat lying next to you? Energy's been up and down and the radio tells me it feels like it's -35 degrees out there. But "out there" has so many other things besides the cold, so I think I have to make it at some point.

I'm learning Photoshop. We had a self-portrait assignment in ( Read more... )

I went to Paul's the other night to discuss our movie; we watched clips of Wings of Desire and made a plan: Pre-production? Post-production? Storyboard? I'm glad he knows what we're doing, because this whole thing is new to me. I don't want to say too much to jinx anything, but we're making a movie!

And then... just days later, I'm offered a job ( Read more... )

It's after midnight and I should be reading C. Wright Mills. Instead


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I really need to get some winter boots. I thought I had it right last winter when I spent $150 on made-in-Quebec sheepswool waterproof boots, but when they fell apart in March, I realized that maybe I was wrong. I'm alternating between three pairs of footwear right now, all of them decorated with white lines of salt, and veering towards fall- ( Read more... )

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