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My Core Teacher Thinks I'm a Half-Hearted Hipster

So yesterday Kirk and I presented the final FDR scultpture. And for the second time one of my Core teachers, Leone, told me I'm a hipster. I was unaware of this. Until she proceeded to tell me that I appear to be said hipster working in the back of Urban Outfitters, as opposed to the front.

However, no harsh feelings. Here are some photos from the critique:

Someone blatantly violating our touching/breathing rule.

The setup.

Me in the left-hand corner, dressed for work.

Sigh.

Sigh. What was actually two days felt like four days. Now it's time to make an electronical playlist with corresponding You Tube links:

1. "Holiday" The Tough Alliance
Official Music Video

2. "First Class Riot" The Tough Alliance
Official Music Video

3. "Koka Kola Veins" The Tough Alliance
Official Music Video

4. "DVNO" Justice
Just the song and cover art

5. "Phantom" Justice
Just the song and cover art
As performed on a Game Boy

6. "Club Soda" Thomas Bangalter
Just the song and random pictures

7. "Zdarlight" Digitalism
Song and something with fireworks

"Are you trying to hide your mistakes, Dr. Jones?"

OH MY GASH

I am going to have another Hump Day of Hell:

11 A.M. - 4:00 P.M.: Finish site-specific project with Alice in 5 hours
4:00 P.M. - before 6:00 P.M.-ish: Film more footage for Pun Intended video
6:00 P.M. - 9:00 P.M.: Art History

Oh yeah, and soft sculpture revisions. Fuck.

Things that go bump in the night

Today in Media Practices I was introduced to Kenneth Anger through this nightmare-ish piece called "Rabbit's Moon." But most of all I was introduced to the song in the film called "It Came in the Night" by A Raincoat. It is perhaps the first song I've heard that uses the term "bump in the night", so therefore it must scare the hell out of me, because the phrase itself freaks me out. But it's so goddamn catchy!



Think this was made in the 70's? WRONG! It was filmed in 1950 and the soundtrack was added in 1976. Clearly.

Puppets Bring Happiness #2

I wholeheartedly believe that puppets + beautiful music (that of Herman Düne in this case) is cause for praise and celebration.

At least I have an iPhone... ?

So these are the first two text messages I received on my iPhone:


(After asking Stacy if I could stop by her room and play Nintendo 64 for little bit:)

"Sorry i was taking a nap [when the message was sent]. Not tonight though."

and

(While hanging out at Brent's place:)

"I feel wierd [sic] drinking around you so i think you should go"


My life is negative. I think maybe I should hang out with people who respect me more (and by "people" I mean only one of the people I mentioned as opposed to the other... I won't mention which one to protect the guilty.)

I apologize for the poopy feeling these last 3 posts have evoked. A new puppets video will be up momentarily.

Vaginas Can't Direct

I will admit that I discovered the following information on Feministing:

According to Entertainment Weekly, there are no active women directors good enough to make it on their super-cool exclusive "Top 25" list. Even though Almodóvar, Tim Burton, Gullermo del Toro and Scorsese made the list, this still pretty much offends me slightly.

I used to subscribe to EW in middle school with big dreams of going to NYU film school and graduating to become the most kickass film director like ever. I guess it's a good thing my parents ended the subscription before I realized I would have to squinch my face up real hard and grow a penis.

And Zack Snyder? Seriously? The dude who did 300? What the fucking fuck.

Woody Allen isn't even listed. I mean, he fits the genitalia requirement for the list, so why not?

But back to my story of struggle and soon-to-be triumph: Pretty much ever since I started taking video classes in high school I've been the token "chick" in the class who ends up making art videos as opposed to some lame, poorly lit "parody" of "Pimp My Ride" titled "Pimp My Lunch." If you catch my drift. For partner projects, I'd end up working alone because the number of people in the class conveniently happened to be an odd number. And I still made better videos.

That was probably kind of irrelevant, but now that I'm in art school and my video/film class is actually made up of mostly women and a gay guy, I can harshly criticize mainstream ideas of gender association through my own experiences.

The Legs for Art

My legs are not made for the art world.

They are not ideal for the vast industry I hope to dive into for several reasons:

1) I will never pull off the gaunt, heroin-addict look that many artists strive for and achieve. I suppose I could attempt the whole eating disorder shtick, but that only works for as long as I'm not hungry.

2) Without looking heroin chic, I will not be able to wear a pair of leggings with a baggy Oxford shirt without a group of pretzel-stick hipster girls giggling at my "bulbous" calves.

3) With shapely legs like mine, I will never be able to meet Robert Crumb (is he still alive?) without being mentally or sexually harassed in some way. Seriously, there are days when I look down at my legs and think about how many feet away from me he'll have to stay as ordered by my (future) restraining order.


But lucky for me, hipsters usually drop out of art school by their second year and Robert Crumb is old and not necessarily looking to go into film and video (except for his one documentary.)

Thump Day of... iPhone.

Today Kirk and I presented our FDR in a teddy bear costume/teddy bear in an FDR costume. We celebrated by taking him (the bear/FDR) out to lunch at Cosi. The classy place. We also ratted on some other projects, two of which were fresh, steamy bullshiz, as usual.

I also got my iPhone. So far the day is supreme.

Here's to an equally excellent time in Research Studio:

Hey, I told you I was classy. I take my soft sculptures to Cosi.

Hump Day of Hell (Kind of)

Blerg.

I'm sitting in Art History now, after rushing from the 162 (dorm) building where I was working on a soft sculpture project with my friend Kirk. Most of the day consisted of traveling to and from Jo Ann Fabrics to get supplies, but ended up taking about three hours (we left at around 1-ish.) And, of course, I had to go to Art History less than two hours after we got back to the building to work on it. It's going to be FDR in a bear costume, and it's due tomorrow. At 9. In the morning.

Oh yeah, and we have to build a platonic solid. Preferably a square, because making a 3-dimensional octagon at 2 A.M. doesn't sound like a party to me.

Also, I want Chipotle. However, living in the loop, it's nearly impossible to find a place that's open after 8, much less 9 (when my class lets out.) Potbelly on State street is open 'till 10. But I said Chipotle.

AND ALSO, I forgot my Art History book, meaning I forgot my homework assignment. Daymn.

Vow to write more and embed less

So, I've jumped on the blogspot bandwagon again, and this time I'm expecting to write in it for more than 3 months this time. As you can see (provided that there is a "you" out there reading this) I've fallen into the trap of posting YouTube videos and placing my own inane comments.

I vow to do that less. That is, until I find another puppet video to post.

Puppets Bring Happiness #1

I... want... more... NANNERPUSS!

Some of My YouTube Crap

So today in Media Practices we had to make a video about the news and upload it onto YouTube. This is the fruit of my group's labor:



Not too fancy, not too shabby. We had about 30 minutes to film it on Photo Booth (the immediate capture on YouTube wasn't working.)

But, hey! Check out the music video I made back in September: