Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
super massive blue hole
Debbi Georgatos from Dallas doesn't speak for me and yet, I can't look away.
Salon calls this clip a "remarkable avant-garde short film ("ad" doesn't do it justice)" »
Georgatos recently lost to former Cedar Hill Council member Wade Emmert in her bid to be chair of the Dallas County Republican Party.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
red deals
Red generously shuffled for me when I told him I wanted a quick clip, even though the only deck handy was eleven shy of a full 52 (something he neatly assessed when he shook the pack, saying "feels like there's about ten missing.") and barely broken in.
Red's books are here: Winning at Internet Poker for Dummies
Monday, December 21, 2009
oll raigth
This video is maddening -- almost entirely because the Italian who strung together a pop song from American-sounding nonsense (sometime in the 70s, it seems) pulled off the tonality so perfectly that I spent all my time listening trying to make out what they're saying.
Via @yourperil.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, July 03, 2009
this growing old ain't for cowards
I haven’t paid a whole lot of attention to John Mellencamp since he had a Cougar in his name and Jack & Diane dribbled off her Bobbie Brooks. I played that tape (it was a tape then) endlessly, maybe because it intersected with a whole new landscape in my young life that had its share of running off behind shady trees and doing what I pleased. But then I grew up and got all serious about my music and decided (I guess) that John Mellencamp wasn’t serious enough.
I didn’t mean to leave him cold. I just didn’t pay much attention to what he was up to.
I heard Mr. Mellencamp on Terry Gross this morning (it was a rerun) and was captivated all over again. By his gravelly grown old voice and the way he’d lick in a few chords while he was talking about a tune; the way he played things I’d never heard him play; the way he spoke about his politics, about America, about storytelling, about mortality.
Was captivated enough that I downloaded his latest release, which came around almost a year ago, and looped it while I was cooking up a mess of chicken soup this morning along with other assorted stuff that needs to be tended to before it goes bad in the fridge.
Maybe because this discovery comes hard on the heels of waking up not too long ago in the dark hours of dawn in a hotel room in Midtown Manhattan and feeling, for the first time really, how old I've grown; feeling each wrinkly soft spot like another ring on the tree. Maybe that's why I realized with immediate sympathy that I still love this man »
Mellencamp is touring with Bob Dylan and Willie Nelson this summer in what appears to be a series of podunk stops all South of the Mason Dixon Line. Plotting now to see if we might be able to intersect one of Mr. Hoo's county fairs (of which he's so fond) with a roadtrip to the middle of nowhere to give a listen.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
roman holiday
As someone who travels quite a bit I can attest that most of the time travel is nothing like this.
But wouldn't it be lovely if it were?
via emilyshearing
Production Notes: Short film made with 4500+ still photographs. Shot with a Canon EOS 30D camera. Funded by the Seagate Creative Fund in 2008. Italian language with English subtitles.
Monday, May 11, 2009
the story of stuff
“The Story of Stuff,” a 20-minute video about the effects of human consumption, has become a sleeper hit in classrooms across the nation.
From A Cautionary Video About America’s ‘Stuff’ in this morning's New York Times.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
sounds like
But do you really want to vote for a man who probably might possibly be a proven terrorist?
Spoof Political Ad from Stunningly Bad, posted to YouTube over month ago, which brilliantly anticipates the FUD that the McCain Campaign has been working to stir up the past few days.
Stunningly Bad, which is a pen name for a bunch of ad guys, has also put together a series of clips from a hypothetical McCain/Palin War Room.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
speaking of keating
Sometime today the Obama for America Campaign posted a teaser trailer on YouTube designed to drive folks to keatingeconomics.com, a site that the campaign is hosting, which promises a "full documentary" on "John McCain and the Making of the Economic Crisis" at 12 PM Eastern.
Stay tuned.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
faeries finally get fair play
Tinkerbell gets her own movie, merchandising, as reported in the Chicago Tribune »
'Bout damn time.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
belated haymaking
A bit belated, but since I failed to get my super serious Haymarket post together in time, I thought I’d throw in my little bit late homage to May Day -- courtesy of Mr. Jonathon Coulton.
Not really safe for work, but what do you care? It’s Sunday.
And it's Spring.
&p.s. if you prefer earnest here's 2006's May Day recycled »
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
wildlife strikes & man-cat love
Had the pleasure of meeting ze frank of how to dance properly fame at the Forum here in Vegas where he delivered the keynote containing a whole smattering of relevant irrelevancies including this remarkable link: The FAA Database of Wildlife Strikes.
That is: a searchable database which logs all of the wildlife that has been killed on America's tarmacs.
Disturbing. But fascinating. No?
If that was too much for you I offer you my apologies and this remedy: An Engineer's Guide to Cats, provided by friend and fellower Twitterer jenw.
That is: a searchable database which logs all of the wildlife that has been killed on America's tarmacs.
Disturbing. But fascinating. No?
If that was too much for you I offer you my apologies and this remedy: An Engineer's Guide to Cats, provided by friend and fellower Twitterer jenw.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
N*entirely*SFW
Forgive me. This is one of those posts that should just stay inside my head.
But I’ve been inundated in the last few hours by two things that have converged in my mind: talk of statistics and, well, cajones.
Having said that, you can decide for yourself whether you want to proceed.
I’ll speak to the statistics half of that equation, kicked off by an email exchange with a friend re Obama’s bizarre correlation implies causation between bitterness & guns & religion this last weekend (uh, no, Barack: probably not. but I did like your defense in Indiana.); hammered home by a quick glance at the Wilson Quarterly’s summation of Lorraine Daston’s The War Against Luck in the Winter issue of Daedalus which speaks to how the science of statistics in the 19th century undercut traditional notions of chance; and then kept alive by Neatorama’s brief citation of Evan Esar defining statistics as: "The science of producing unreliable facts from reliable figures."
This converged in my mind with the other half of the equation (and how that wound up in my brain I’ll leave y’all to wonder -- ‘cause there are some things a girl should keep to herself) and of course, Cynthia Plaster Caster came immediately to mind.
Maybe you’ve heard of Cynthia? She’s an artist and a “recovering groupie” who took plaster casts of rock and roll genitalia.
Once upon a time she had her collection of plaster casts on display online -- although it looks like they’ve been mothballed (regrettably) (but maybe I just didn’t poke around aggressively enough). I caught wind of her collection on (yes: it’s true) an NPR radio show some years back. It occurred to me that here was the data set we needed -- to determine whether there really is a correlation between the scale of one’s cajones and, well, one’s cajones.
Or at least one's ability to rock.
No evidence that the statistical analysis has been conducted. But like I said: Maybe I just need to look harder.
Or perhaps this strays into that unhappy Sizing China territory that we crossed into yesterday.
I regret that I have no photographic evidence to offer you. But I did stumble across a trailer for a rockumentary made of Cynthia and her work and released back in 2001. I missed it at the time. Maybe you caught it?
So. Something of modicum value for this morning’s post. Because we’re all about providing value here at detritus.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
@Flickr
I will not apologize for loving this song too much.
It was Coulton's cover of Billy Bragg's The Saturday Boy (posted by Hodgman. such sweetness.) that sucked me in. Then I saw "Flickr" and "Bumbershoot" in the related links and I was gone gone gone.
Beats I love my Flickr friends, even.
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