Yep. It's my turn to weigh in on Christmas. Not interested.
Wait - I am interested in spending time with friends and family, taking a few days off, maybe having a seasonal Gingerbread Latte from Starbucks - and hopefully catching the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. However, I am not interested in Christmas as either a sloppy consumer orgy or religious bitch fest.
The whole thing is made up, anyway. But Spectacle is always fun.
Tucked away in the quiet mountains of North Carolina lies Appalachian State University. And hiding in the academic shadows... the world's worst video production team... a rag-tag group of digital do-gooders who may have single-handedly destroyed an institute of higher learning.
"What we have here is the official promotional video of Appalachian State University for prospective students and parents Production-wise, it ranks just below the PowerPoint production of the Trail of Tears I did when I was fifteen that swooped various pictures of crying Cherokee from the bottom of the screen to racecar noises, and just above that weird episode of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon in which Raphael has a New York accent."
Full post, great commentary and stills can be found here. Download the video here.
I think I'm going to spend today on the phone trying to get in touch with some ASU kids. This really needs some follow up. Stay tuned.
"We've been accepted into the festival's White Noise sidebar, which is
devoted to drugs and cinema. Festival programmer Gertjan Zuilhof has a
blog set up at the RFF site in which he
eloquently writes about the sidebar’s overarching themes as well as
discussing several films that are to be included in the program. He’s
even going to write about COCAINE ANGEL (which will also be published
in a Dutch magazine). Reading that essay will be a truly surreal and
Now, this is the part where I'd show a couple clips, maybe a still and a link to his site... you know, more information. But he hasn't been in a communicative way - something about painting houses, being old, sober and some other nonsense. Instead, I give you this.
This reminds me of this weird dream I had... something about these homeless women that devolved in to bird-like creatures and lived along the trash-strewn riverbanks of some sprawling urban wasteland. They had grown beaks and their hands have turned claw-like.