Monday, December 29, 2008

Letters to Fred: Schrodinger's Cat

O...... M...... G......


I think I have absolute proof that tabby can actually teleport. I wasn't sure before, even when I witnessed it with my own eyes. I have of course been known for being able to hallucinate with, and sometimes without, the aid of various chemical substances, but this new proof of teleportation really takes the cake. First though, let me elucidate on the eye witness event. 

I haven't mentioned it to anyone yet because I figured I didn't actually see it. It looked so odd, so impossible that I immediately wrote it off as a brain fart. I saw tabby walk under an ottoman; not strange of itself, but here's the thing, as the back end half of her was still disappearing under the one side of the ottoman, the front end half was coming out the frontside. This is plainly impossible since the ottoman is about one and a half times as wide as tabby is long. Not only that, but as soon as one bit of the cat disappeared under the ottoman, it would instantly start to appear coming out from under the other side; i.e. on the near side of the ottoman you could see tabby's torso, hind legs, and tail, and simultaneously on the far side you could see her head and front legs, as though relativity was playing tricks and the space under the ottoman had simply ceased to exist. This was clearly impossible and did not happen since immediately after witnessing it, I checked under the ottoman to see if anything funky with the laws of physics had happened, but no, all of the space that had ever been under there... was still there. This of course left but one logical explanation, I was living with a teleporting cat. But I already knew that. There was no need to scare myself and my friends with a detailed account of what was likely no more than a technicolor brain fart. 

However, something happened today that has made me certain that the ottoman incident was no mere hallucination, but was in fact... the real deal. This occurrence is truly a locked door mystery. 

Tabby let herself into the attic today, a room for which there is only one door. No one else could have possibly let her in, I was the only person to go in there today, and I had an assistant to stand guard at the door while I moved a few things into storage. The attic is "off limits" for the cats and therefore is a place of infinite mystery and desire, and they will capitalize on even the slightest moment of neglect on my part as I enter or exit the room, such that I must create a gap between the door and the jamb no wider that something I can still squeeze through, fill it with wiggling hips, flailing legs, stomping feet, shouted curses and insults, as well as various unintelligible sounds of consternation, I must do this or my dear feline companions will immediately disappear into the dark and inaccessible recesses, refusing to come out until the have determined it to be five minutes past supper time and therefore to have a reason to meow indignantly despite having had the run of the place all day, making quite a fool of me. Hence the need for my assistant. 

Okay. So you can now see that there are two witnesses who can testify that tabby did not go into the attic during the only time that she could have, that is, while the door was open. Yet, on the wrong side of the attic door is exactly where I found her later on this day, ipso facto she must have entered it while she could not have. So here there is indeed a sort of proof since no one else entered the attic in between, around, or during any intervening moments. And, even though the absence of having witnessed an event may not be accepted as proof of guilt in a court of law, such a thing can still be considered scientifically, as evidence in a series of events, when it is precisely during a time that it wasn't witnessed that the single event, in question, occurred. 

Call me crazy, but I know what I didn't see. 
And, now I am certain. I live with a teleporting cat.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

On Dec 20, 2008, at 7:13 PM, linus wrote:

I've been holding out against these things because they're still annoying, but teaching a new class on digital image forces the issue, and somebody gave me one.  We still have our home phone but the cel is 7xx xxx-xxx3.
 

Linus


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aaahh..... hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

That's so funny, and that's how it always gets started. Someone gave me my first one, as well. I still hardly ever use the damn thing, but somehow I feel inadequate when I need it and don't have it on me, and so, I start bringing it along more and more often. If there are gateway drugs, you could call this gateway gadget-technology. The cell company I avail myself on, lets all the unused minutes rollover; so long as I keep up a minimum monthly payment. By now, I have so many stored up roll over minutes that I could place a three hour, wide bandwidth, emergency interruption call to the most distant moon of jupiter and still have more than enough rollover minutes left over to phone in a pizza for dinner. Unfortunately though for me and my doppelganger on Calisto, the furthest moon, this cell phone company does not handle international calls. 

I never cease to be staggered by how astonishingly annoying technology that removes a minor inconvenience can be. 

And just think... talking dashboards in our cars appear to be not just a standard within our lifetimes, it seems likely they will become an unavoidable item in any new car by the time our kids learn to drive, which might soon become a very different thing than what we experienced. Yet, having access to children of technology may be a favorable, if embarrassing, thing. Just as our parents called upon us to program that incomparably baffling piece of modern convenience making, the VCR, I can envision myself a scant ten years hence, calling across town to my niece: 

"Hi, Natalie?.... yes, this is uncle mark.... fine, fine, and you?... Look, do you think you could come over sometime this week again? My dashboard keeps talking back to me every time I tell it to make a left hand turn.... oh... oh, ok, uh.... I have to re-boot the axel drivers with an omni what?... Turn-blaster?... Yes, ok, what!??... Well can I buy one at Kragen?... Download, download where??... Updates? But I just bought it last week.... Look I have no idea what's going on with this thing, could you just come over and do it for me?"

So... what do I say? Cell phone, schmell phone. There are children in this country who are being brought up to feel unwell, unsafe, in peril, threatened, in other words, weak and sick, if they and their family are not implanted with micro chips that not only contain all their personal information, and information gathered about them, but work as gps devices to track them. 

Gosh gee wilikers batman, It's a brave new world!







Home for the Holidays

tiki brought home a norwegian rat for the holidays. I know because I saw him scurrying around the house the other day, as tiki and her sister, tabigail, scampered about, everyone playing together. It must have been awfully tiring for mister rat, though. I found him asleep on the carpet in the hallway. That was two days ago, and he hasn't woken up yet. Why won't mister rat wake up?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8sJ1BXu2Po&feature=channel_page

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Letters to Fred: Divorce

Sorry I didn't get back to you about the weekend after thanksgiving. I've been real busy and doing pretty well until the day before yesterday when I got this message.

Hi there-

Just a heads up, I started the process for getting a divorce recently. It's really time for me to move on. I found a reasonably priced lawyer in El Cerrito who will be sending you some papers this week. I'm not real clear on what the whole process is, this is just the beginning paperwork stuff, so we can meet with the lawyer to talk about things if you want.

C-



The idea of divorce is not a shocker to me, it's the suddenness, again. She has made no mention of lawyers or filing when we talked.

The only thing I am truly concerned about at this point is the health insurance. Once we are divorced, the insurance company is no longer legally obligated to supply me with insurance. And, since the high costs of monthly meds and a psychiatrist visit alone are more than one thousand dollars, I find it hard to believe they will, from some warm overriding attack of altruism, you know, the kind that scampers up your spine, cuddles your brain like fluffy rabbits and prevents you from stepping on an itty-bitty spider when you could just as easily have crushed it walking blindly on your way to attend to whatever non-spider related business it is you do since spiders are not part of the generation of finance in the ordinary course of a life, even-though the world would grind to a halt with their disappearance it is, after all, unethical, immoral, and just plain wrong to care about fluffy rabbits and itty-bitty spiders during business hours when you could just drop the whole matter and get back to important things like surfing the web for candid pictures of female celebrities without panties, male celebrities with them, and the all elusive moment in barrack obama's acceptance speech where you were so certain he'd said that he would personally insure that your house, the one you agreed to pay way too much for but never noticed having done so until the ballon payments kicked in, was the very house that would never go into foreclosure.

Yikers!

So.... I'm a bit down in the dumps. I made an extra appointment to see my therapist this week. I'd love to set up another weekend to come out to merced, but I know I wouldn't refrain from drinking (I almost did on my own yesterday) and drinking right now could easily become a very unhealthy thing for me to do at the moment.

-mark

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Green Smoke part ll, lines for cast

at some point it in the next paragraph, the telltale red dots of laser gunsights zero in and dance on m's chest

If we reached a balance with more comfort... obviously ...than the frontier days, but where nature aswell was comfortable and no longer in danger of capsizing, flopping over into something really, really nasty, we might reach a balance point where we hear that in our cities, a few babies each year are stolen by wolves, or bears, or bobcats, or something. And,as sick as this sounds, I would still find it was better than loosing millions to pollution in a world of global warming climate change where they probably didn't have a chance for a future anyway."


AGENTS RUSH IN AND CAPTURE MARK
there is a scuffle of confusion and official identities are not revealed right away. In the shuffle the camera sees one agent wearing and AK47. The camera is assaulted first from the angle of itself and then from the new observer perspective (use elura or other possibly buy $5 vhs camera). Camera man shouting, "He, hey, hey!" is tackled, camera confiscated, and dragged off screen with hands in plastic ties. The new observer angle is hand held, and should be shown once as being filmed by one of the agents to reinforce this. (may need 2 el cheapo cameras)

Whenever mark asks who they are his query is met with forceful orders and physical restraint and abuse like throwing him to the ground holding him in place with a boot on his back while others try to drag him off saying come with us don't resist, as if his honest and legal question was itself a physical attempt to resist arrest, escape, or assault the frighteningly aggressive and so far anonymous perpetrators of the assault.

Once the "heros" have him "subdued", ie they have escalated things to the point where he is beaten down to the degree that he no longer feels it is safe to ask questions,one of the agents demands

aj: "Is your name mark?"

m: "What?"

AJ (agent johnson) practically yelling: "Mark Gleason?"

M (mark) : "Yes?"

aj: "Are you sure?"

m: "Yes?"

aj: "Alias Livid Tomatoes?"

m: "Well... uh ...that's the name of my production company.... uh..."

AGENT J DOES NOT LIKE THIS AND SIGNALS FOR THE AGENT WITH HIS BOOT ON M'S BACK TO LEAN HARDER.

aj actually yelling this time: "Are you Livid Tomatoes!!!!!!?"

m struggling to speak: "Y.. y... yes, yes... arrrgh!"

aj quite calmly now, flips out his badge (perhaps the vonnegut DHS one) and puts it in m's face saying...

aj: "Agent Johnson, Department of Homeland security."

At this point the others flip out their badges announcing who they are the same way but add the specific agency (secret service division etc) at the end.

aj: "All right guys, go search the van."

A few of the agents leave screen.

aj: "I just want to know one thing, what made you think you could get away with it?"

m confused: "What are you talking about?"

aj: Mocking "Talking about? Talking about?..... You goddamn subversive insurgent terrorists can't fool me! You understand goddamn well what I'm talking about. What I don't understand, goddamn it, is how you could be a terrorist.......... in... your... OWN... goddamn country!"

m: "What? I'm not a terrorist! I just make videos."

The agents who "searched" the van start returning. The first is holding a pistol or two, holding it by the finger guard with a pencil. The second is wearing rubber gloves and holding the AK47 between two fingers by the tip of the barrel.

agent1 (a1): "Look what we found boss."

aj: "Oh, ho,ho. Look what we have here. What do you call these..... video disks? Your kind makes me sick."

m: starting to loose it a bit and chuckling at the absurdity of it "You can't be serious. Those aren't mine. You planted those.... this is insane! Wait till I get a lawyer, I'm gonna sue the hell out of you."

a2 holding up a large plastic bag of weed with a few joints pre-rolled inside: "Check this out boss." and the looking at m, "Look familiar junkie?"

m looking a bit sheepish: "Yeah, ok, that's mine. It's just a bit of pot though. What's the big deal? Those guns aren't mine!"

aj: "I don't believe you, you terrorist thug, and nobody else is going to believe you either. Drugs are how you probably finance your terrorist activities, I mean, the energy crisis is a matter of national security, and just look at what all they found in your van."

aj waves at an array of weapons laid out on the ground or on a blanket. The weapons are laid out for display like one of those small caches of weapons found in a house in iraq and photographed for the six o'clock news. As the camera pans across the individual weapons a voice describes each one. It is a new voice belonging to someone we have not yet seen. The voice is even and terrifyingly emotionless.

As the voice drones on, m protests: "You can't do this, you can't do this, this is america... you have no right to do this...etc."

A quality of judicial indignation betrays itself now in the emotionless voice when the owner of the voice is revealed to be a general in a big hat (g). He glares down at m.

g: "Sub-clause 37b dash 9 stroke six of The Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001 gives me the inalienable authority to requisition any and all action or means necessary to fulfill the interception and obstruction terrorism. Double under sub-clause 9 stroke 1 stroke one, states, 'Pre-emptive arrests, executions, and...', well.... I can't divulge the exact contents of any double under sub-clause, nor even confirm or deny their existence, but rest assured, justice is legal and inevitable... it's the law.

The trial is over, bring him along men, lets finish this job."



end with m being shot in the head like famous vietnam photo/footage of General Nguyễn Ngọc Loan executing either Nguyễn Văn Lém or Le Cong Na.

Green Smoke part ll, whole script

Part II




Mark is dressed in street clothes. Setting is someplace public like a park. As mark speaks his piece warning about the pitfalls of "green" that is nothing but an advertising slogan, the extras who later appear as DHS agents walk in and out of frame. At first they appear to take no notice of mark. As his speech continues and becomes more blasphemous about corporate AMERICA the undercover agents, starting with glances and increasing to characters with dark sunglasses, visible earphone cords, and pushing baby strollers etc, monitor his activities.



Mark: "Hi. I wanted to talk to you about my last video. I wanted to let you all know that despite the video's not being very serious, I really do think this is a very serious subject. And I'm a little pissed off at everybody, myself included, that we aren't up in arms over this issue. I mean, it's like this... I'm not a tree hugger, but these days with pollution and global warming the way they are, you don't have to be one to understand and know that we simply just can't keep doing things like it was business as usual.

This is especially important when we have highly publicized idiots like sarah palin confronting us from one side with the idea that Global Warming is nothing more than a normal and natural change in the climate... and really popular dudes like barrack obama on another side trying to slip in ludicrous ideas like the notion that burning coal is an environmentally sound practice so long as we call it... "

CLOSE UP HEAD SHOT

Mark: "...clean coal.

This is what really gets to the core of my video: A turd by any other name stinks just as deep."

WIDE SHOT AGAIN, FROM RIGHT SIDE THIS TIME.

Mark: "What really bites is that people like Palin know it, and still, they lie about it, they brush it off as if we were not part of the equation at all. But their brush off of our involvement in global warming is just so much frebreeze sprayed in the air. All of us can easily agree that climate changes have always taken place and always will, with or without us. But it is just as easy to agree with the scientific authorities on the subject who have proven that carbon emissions and other things we do affect the world's climate. To deny our involvement in climate change is an awful lot like saying, 'Guns don't kill people, people don't kill people... it's those nasty little bullets.' Who knows, maybe it is just the bullets. But wouldn't it be a good idea, I mean a really good idea, to err on the side of caution and do something about it if we can.... while we still can?

What I'm saying is that even if the bigger factor in global warming turns out not to be not man's contributions to it, it would be like adding gasoline to a fire in your kitchen and saying, "don't worry about the rest of the house... this fire was already here," for us to deny our part of global warming."

WIDE SHOT FROM LEFT

Mark: "And don't think obama or any of the new leaders to come don't know about this stuff. Obama knows a turd when he smells one. He's just as slick as any other politician, and he lies just as readily and perhaps even just as much. It doesn't matter how much you try and scrub that dirty old turd like coal, coal is still a hydrocarbon and when you burn it you release carbon. Now I will admit that I've heard the clean coal proponents say, 'Lets just bury that carbon like we bury the rest of our garbage', but honestly now, who came up with this idea? Personally I think it's just another fanciful spritz of air-freshener to try and cover up something that stinks and about as realistic or as safe as catching a bullet with your teeth. The experts say it is too expensive to even begin to consider. And anyone with a functioning brain cell or two will realize just how prohibitively dangerous it is. First off, where would all that carbon go? It's not like we can mix it in with the rest of the junk in a land fill. I've heard it suggested that we pump it into the caverns left after we pump oil out of the ground. Now who could have come up with that idea... the oil companies? Oh yeah, let's trust them. I mean does it really have to be pointed out to us, or them, what will happen when an earthquake causes leaks, or god forbid ruptures, in those underground chambers and all that carbon we've produced for the twenty, fifty, a hundred years, is suddenly released into the atmosphere all at once?"

CLOSE UP HEAD SHOT CENTER

Mark: "Well... who knows, but maybe we're just such an instant this, instant that, disposable culture that instant global warming would only be a fitting way to go.

Which gets us to another core issue in my video. For as much as we've seen words like bio, eco, clean, footprint and enviro-friendly used and used all over the place: Green is still the color of money.

WIDE SHOT CENTER

Mark: "And with this unfortunate truth comes a dire need not only to be to be skeptical, but to be outraged when we find people using green jargon as a means for profit. If you don't know what I'm talking about let me tell you something that I would swear to in court.

"By some very basic laws of physics, you always loose energy when you convert it from one form to another and you always loose energy when you move it from one place to another. What this means is that if we woke up tomorrow and "green" elves had converted all of our cars into electric cars over night, we would burn more fuel and produce more carbon than when we burned that fuel right in our own cars.

Do not let anyone tell you that electricity is green. Not until we change how we produce the electricity.

So as an example of what we can be skeptical about I say take a look at electric cars. And as an example of something that we can be outraged about, look at the chevy volt. The volt is an "electric" car chevy plans to start producing very soon. Why should we be outraged? Well is this volt a serious attempt to build an electric car? No, not by a long shot. What it is, is a serious attempt to get us to BUY an electric car because even with gas prices fairly low right now, we know that before too long, they're gonna go back up again... and again, and again, they are finding it rather difficult to sell us gas guzzling SUVs.

How can I say this with such confidence? Physics... and a healthy skepticism. Has chevy proposed to supply us with electricity that is truly clean for volt drivers? Not that I've heard of. When a person plugs their "volt" in it simply increases the amount of hydrocarbons we need to burn, and increases it by more than if they were burned in their car itself. If that isn't bad enough, the volt will only go 40 miles before it's battery dries up. And, to try and get around this, they had the audacity to put a gas burning motor under the hood to power a generator to charge the battery to run the"electric" motor.... and still they call it an electric car. This car will not only pump out more hydrocarbons after that 40 miles than if it was a regular car or SUV, but it will cause even more hydrocarbons to be pumped out for those first 40 miles than if it was a regular car or SUV.

Simply put... if the electricity we use is produced by methods that pollute, than our electricity pollutes.

Unfortunately this applies to all electric cars fuel cell cars, except for some hybrids, but those have become such a joke that they're not even worth mentioning any more. So I say we, the general public, we have an incredible need, but it's one that won't get filled without our participation, so let's reacquaint ourselves with basic physics. If someone claims that a car is big or bigger, safe or safer, fast or faster,... and fuel efficient, it should raise an eyebrow or two because such things go against the laws of physics and we know them to be lies.

Just because someone says it's green doesn't make it so.

Bio fuels for example are cleaner, but still not a solution. At least not any of the ones we are currently making, and the really great ones I've heard about may not be developed in time, if they can be developed at all that is. And don't even get me started on nuclear power. Oh, and by the way Mz palin, I don't want to be a snob, but you are still very much in the political ring, so FYI it's nu-CLE-AR power, not nu-CU-LAR. And just because we call it "natural" gas doesn't make it "clean". Poison ivy is 'natural' a rattle snack is 'natural' and for that matter Mz palin is 'natuaral', but that doesn't mean I'd want to have any of them for dinner, or stuff them down my pants. Natural gas is a hydro-carbon and it is simply absurd to think that you can put garbage in one end and expect nothing but clean electricity to come out the other. We the good honest ordinary people of this country may not be the most smartest people on this planet, but we aren't a bunch of dumb-ass retards either, and we certainly aren't stupid enough to look at a turd from a pig with lipstick and think we're having chocolate for dinner.

I mean just look at this, some of us are the glass is half empty types and some of us are the half full types, but all and everyone of us is capable of independent thought. And since the government and the corporations aren't going to help us handle global warming, we're going to have to do something about it ourselves. [passer by does a sharp glance at mark and furtively talks into cuff mic] Unfortunately that means we are going to have to think about what we do, and what we need to do... and what we can do. I mean realistically what can we do?

Well for starters we can use our skepticism, avoid the BS, and don't buy the crap. Don't buy it figuratively, as in don't buy into it when we know better, and by all means don't literally buy any garbage just because it has a green sticker or some other marketing gimmick on it.

So where does this leave us. I mean if all this stuff we've been looking at is not green... what IS green?

Well to the best of my knowledge, solar is almost entirely green, and so is wind power. Hydrogen that was produced by solar or wind would be wonderful, but I'll reserve my opinion on that till I see if better ways of storing and transporting it can be developed.

In the mean time, I do know that there are fascinating and truly amazing things going on in photovoltaic and electrochemistry, or fancy solar power. If those folks are successful, well then, before too long we will be able to make solar cells which will work like artificial leaves... but instead of making chlorophyl, which is plant fuel, they'll make fuel that we can use and is carbon neutral... the whole process draws back in as much carbon as it produces.

Now that's pretty green. But it's going to take some time to develope and I don't know if we can wait that long. The research is very real and it's happening right now, but photovoltaic-electrochemistry could involve nano technology and perhaps even genetically modified organisms... and it's being funded by corporations like british petroleum. In my opinion anything that involves genetically modified organisms requires years if not decades of testing before we can even consider using it in everyday ways.

Maybe good old fashioned solar and wind power along with things like geothermal power and heat exchange, and perhaps tidal power, are what we need to concentrate on right now. And besides, these are ideas we can freely exchange with anyone on the planet. They don't involve hazardous things like plutonium or genetically modified micro-organisms we would have to worry about being handled improperly or falling into the hands of pissed off folks who would like to use them as weapons. There are also a host of wonderful ideas from all over the globe. The most important thing we can do is keep our minds open and not fall prey to the arguements trapping us into believeing that there are no imediate alternatives to fossil feuls, including nateral gas. For instance, I saw one idea for solar energy in austrailia that was simple, effective, and wicked smart. I is basically an upside down plexiglass funnel. The sun shines through the plexiglass, heats the air under it which rises up the funnel. At the top of the funnel is a propeller. The air drives the propeller which runs a generator... presto! And that's what we can do. Let's support inovations like these.

But green isn't all about energy, even if cars do belch out one fourth of all the greenhouse emissions in america. What green means is having as little impact on the environment as possible. Or at least this is what I was taught when I was a boy scout way back when. And it was back then that I learned that it's not as bad as it sounds. Having little impact is not the same as having NO impact, and everything has some impact: birds build nests, gophers dig holes, and fish poop right in the water. The difference is that when they do these things it has very little impact, it hardly changes anything at all. Whereas when we do the things we do, we change things around so much, that we no longer think or feel that we are a part of the whole environment, and if that is so, how could we possibly change the whole big huge environment thing, you see, how could what we do possibly impact that whole huge thing if we aren't really a part of it like all those animals and stuff?

Well it's because we are not a separated as we think. We are a part... of what the environment is, and the environment... is part of what we are. Why else do you think it is that pollution kills millions of children each year? We have reached a point of gross imbalance and are beginning to topple. Now I'm no tree-hugger and I'm not proposing that we try and get it all back to something like the frontier days when everybody had to live by their wits. No, that might have been a little too wild. But if we allowed nature to take it's course without our having such a... massive? ...mammoth? ...prodigious?... No, whopping-big-humongous-supersized impact it, we might find something that actually works.

Now here's the kicker.

And those of you with sensitive dispositions might want to mute the volume for this part. Some might find this disturbing. And it is, certainly, odd. But I think it's true.

at some point it in the next paragraph, the telltale red dots of laser gunsights zero in and dance on m's chest

If we reached a balance with more comfort... obviously ...than the frontier days, but where nature aswell was comfortable and no longer in danger of capsizing, flopping over into something really, really nasty, we might reach a balance point where we hear that in our cities, a few babies each year are stolen by wolves, or bears, or bobcats, or something. And,as sick as this sounds, I would still find it was better than loosing millions to pollution in a world of global warming climate change where they probably didn't have a chance for a future anyway."


AGENTS RUSH IN AND CAPTURE MARK
there is a scuffle of confusion and official identities are not revealed right away. In the shuffle the camera sees one agent wearing and AK47. The camera is assaulted first from the angle of itself and then from the new observer perspective (use elura or other possibly buy $5 vhs camera). Camera man shouting, "He, hey, hey!" is tackled, camera confiscated, and dragged off screen with hands in plastic ties. The new observer angle is hand held, and should be shown once as being filmed by one of the agents to reinforce this. (may need 2 el cheapo cameras)

Whenever mark asks who they are his query is met with forceful orders and physical restraint and abuse like throwing him to the ground holding him in place with a boot on his back while others try to drag him off saying come with us don't resist, as if his honest and legal question was itself a physical attempt to resist arrest, escape, or assault the frighteningly aggressive and so far anonymous perpetrators of the assault.

Once the "heros" have him "subdued", ie they have escalated things to the point where he is beaten down to the degree that he no longer feels it is safe to ask questions,one of the agents demands

aj: "Is your name mark?"

m: "What?"

AJ (agent johnson) practically yelling: "Mark Gleason?"

M (mark) : "Yes?"

aj: "Are you sure?"

m: "Yes?"

aj: "Alias Livid Tomatoes?"

m: "Well... uh ...that's the name of my production company.... uh..."

AGENT J DOES NOT LIKE THIS AND SIGNALS FOR THE AGENT WITH HIS BOOT ON M'S BACK TO LEAN HARDER.

aj actually yelling this time: "Are you Livid Tomatoes!!!!!!?"

m struggling to speak: "Y.. y... yes, yes... arrrgh!"

aj quite calmly now, flips out his badge (perhaps the vonnegut DHS one) and puts it in m's face saying...

aj: "Agent Johnson, Department of Homeland security."

At this point the others flip out their badges announcing who they are the same way but add the specific agency (secret service division etc) at the end.

aj: "All right guys, go search the van."

A few of the agents leave screen.

aj: "I just want to know one thing, what made you think you could get away with it?"

m confused: "What are you talking about?"

aj: Mocking "Talking about? Talking about?..... You goddamn subversive insurgent terrorists can't fool me! You understand goddamn well what I'm talking about. What I don't understand, goddamn it, is how you could be a terrorist.......... in... your... OWN... goddamn country!"

m: "What? I'm not a terrorist! I just make videos."

The agents who "searched" the van start returning. The first is holding a pistol or two, holding it by the finger guard with a pencil. The second is wearing rubber gloves and holding the AK47 between two fingers by the tip of the barrel.

agent1 (a1): "Look what we found boss."

aj: "Oh, ho,ho. Look what we have here. What do you call these..... video disks? Your kind makes me sick."

m: starting to loose it a bit and chuckling at the absurdity of it "You can't be serious. Those aren't mine. You planted those.... this is insane! Wait till I get a lawyer, I'm gonna sue the hell out of you."

a2 holding up a large plastic bag of weed with a few joints pre-rolled inside: "Check this out boss." and the looking at m, "Look familiar junkie?"

m looking a bit sheepish: "Yeah, ok, that's mine. It's just a bit of pot though. What's the big deal? Those guns aren't mine!"

aj: "I don't believe you, you terrorist thug, and nobody else is going to believe you either. Drugs are how you probably finance your terrorist activities, I mean, the energy crisis is a matter of national security, and just look at what all they found in your van."

aj waves at an array of weapons laid out on the ground or on a blanket. The weapons are laid out for display like one of those small caches of weapons found in a house in iraq and photographed for the six o'clock news. As the camera pans across the individual weapons a voice describes each one. It is a new voice belonging to someone we have not yet seen. The voice is even and terrifyingly emotionless.

As the voice drones on, m protests: "You can't do this, you can't do this, this is america... you have no right to do this...etc."

A quality of judicial indignation betrays itself now in the emotionless voice when the owner of the voice is revealed to be a general in a big hat (g). He glares down at m.

g: "Sub-clause 37b dash 9 stroke six of The Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001 gives me the inalienable authority to requisition any and all action or means necessary to fulfill the interception and obstruction terrorism. Double under sub-clause 9 stroke 1 stroke one, states, 'Pre-emptive arrests, executions, and...', well.... I can't divulge the exact contents of any double under sub-clause, nor even confirm or deny their existence, but rest assured, justice is legal and inevitable... it's the law.

The trial is over, bring him along men, lets finish this job."



end with m being shot in the head like famous vietnam photo/footage of General Nguyễn Ngọc Loan executing either Nguyễn Văn Lém or Le Cong Na.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Letters To Fred: Tabigail... and My Caffeine Addiction

Tabby seems to think that my main function in life, and I'm not talking function in general but that every bit of my life up to this minute has lead to and, is now centered around the concern of providing for her a lap to sit on today while my hands perform the gentle but ceaseless task of insuring that her modest purr is not interrupted, even momentarily.

I am honored that she has chosen me over her plush throne in the attic on this rainy day, but honestly, how is a man supposed to accomplish his given tasks and chores with the weight of such an obligation crushing what little motivation a simple pot of bergamot tea can provide.

So this is my question: Have I acquired too much of a tolerance to caffeine... or too much tolerance for the adorable furball on my lap.

When the cat wakes up

Thursday, October 9, 2008

SCRIPT FOR GREEN SMOKE.

Open

Man rides up on segway, talking animatedly on handsfree ear phone MUSIC: LET'S FORGET ABOUT TOMORROW

Man: petulant but perky "No... it's not an SUV... it's a crossover."

Listens, then: "No, no... no, not yet. But when it's all electric, it will
be completely green, I mean we're talking
completely, totally green. That's
electric, right?"

Pulls up to a stop, looks at camera

Man: "Hi! I'm Thomas Ed from Green Con Incorporated... and I'm here to tell you about an exciting new way to manage
the rising cost of oil, the whole energy crisis.... and save the environment at the same time."

Man steps off segway.
Camera angle change, plus close up.

Man, sort of confidentially: "Now if you think I'm talking about solar... think again. Solar is waaaay to expensive. I mean just look at it. Sure... if you put solar panels on top of your house you might power a refrigerator and a computer or something... but will the utility company won't buy back any extra power that you produce? Not even one volt! So you know solar power has just got to be
expensive."


Change location. Transfer station. Close up on man and zoom out as he talks.

Man: "No.... IIIIIII'm talking garbage.

"Do you know how much garbage we have to throw away each day?

"... each week?

"... every year?

Pan shot of huge garbage pile.


Man: "We at Green Con are the biggest waste management Specialists in all
of the whole united states of AMERICA...

"... now that's a lot of garbage. And, not many people realize this, but even we at Green Con have to pay to get rid of it.... it's not like we can just bury it out of sight for free...?

"And it's not just going to vanish into thin air on it's own by magic now, is it? No, of course not. That's ridiculous. But with the magic of Green Science.... we can transform as much garbage into energy as we want.
All we need to do is light a match and burn it."


New shot, someplace wholesome, family like, park or suburban home etc. Man is now wearing a lab coat. Close in dolly shot. zoom out later.



Man: "Well...... Okay. It's not quite as simple as that. First we have to incinerate the garbage to make garbage-gas, and then, we burn the gas as plasma to turn it into zero emission electricity.

"If this all sounds rather complicated, don't worry, we know what we're doing. I have a little demonstration plan for you in a bit.

Zoom out.

Man: "Just remember this one thing: "The more garbage you produce... The more free electricity we can make... And the more green energy we can sell to you, the happy consumers of AMERICA."

Close up on man's face again. Man grins insidious evil greedy smile.

Man: "And we won't even charge you more for picking up that garbage...
It'll be like scooping up buckets of oil for us, so don't fret one bit, your
dollars will be safe with us here, America, in our pocket books... not in foreign hands."



GIGO burning garbage scene.



Green can cordoned off with safety cones and caution tape.

Man: "Okay.... so this is how it all works. We burn the garbage one time first."

Man lights piece of garbage and tosses it in the green can.

Close up of garbage burning.

Voice over-
Man: "Yuck...! I know what you all are thinking right now... this is soooo... not green. Just look at all that toxic smoke. Well this is where the green step comes in. All that discarded smoke is a waste product... and how do we manage waste?.... We burn it just like the rest of the garbage."

Man or Toxic Suit Man points Flame thrower into green can.

Close up of flame firing into green can.

Longer shot. Toxic Suit Man standing by coughing lightly though out beginning of scene as green smoke pours from can. Man standing off warily at a "safe" distance.

Man: "Now ain't that a pretty sight. And it doesn't even matter how much garbage, or what kind it is that we burn because we're making electricity... electricity is green! For all it matters we could burn radioactive nerve gas or WMDs... not that anyone's going to toss that stuff away. What'cha say Joe? We good?"

Toxic suit man moves closer (coughing increases) and measures smoke with geiger counter.

Close up of geiger counter in the smoke.

Toxic suit man coughing profusely while reading meter on geiger counter: "A-Ok.... hack, hack... all clean... hack... nothing toxic here." Gives thumbs up. Noticeable scab type chemical burn scars on his face.

Man: "That's right Joe. It's clean because it's green!"

Man waves Toxic Suit Man over and hands him an extension cord. Toxic Suit Man has noticeably more burns, There is green smoke smoldering from his hard hat, arms, and torso, parts of his chemical protection suit are starting to dissolve.

Man: "Ok Joe... hook her up."

Toxic Suit Man inserts various corrugated pipes into smoking green can, closes the lid, carrying extension coed he walks along length of pipe purposefully but starting to stager from effects of the smoke.

Flying cam run shot along length of pipe them extension cord up to Chem Suit Man crawling on ground handing plug to Man. Chem Suit Man is covered with burns his suit is burned open in many places, exposing numerous burns underneath. Chem Suit Man collapses dead.

Man is oblivious to fall of Chem Suit Man. He plugs cord into open engine of a car. The car instantly starts up.

Man: "Doesn't that just beat all?"

Shot of rear end of car. Green smoke coming out of tail pipe.

Voiceover, Man: "Nothing but green smoke hear."




Part II




Mark is dressed in street clothes. Setting is someplace public like a park. As mark speaks his piece warning about the pitfalls of "green" that is nothing but an advertising slogan, the extras who later appear as DHS agents walk in and out of frame. At first they appear to take no notice of mark. As his speech continues and becomes more blasphemous about corporate AMERICA the undercover agents, starting with glances and increasing to characters with dark sunglasses, visible earphone cords, and pushing baby strollers etc, monitor his activities.



Mark: "Hi. I wanted to talk to you about my last video. I wanted to let you all know that despite the video's not being very serious, I really do think this is a very serious subject. And I'm a little pissed off at everybody, myself included, that we aren't up in arms over this issue. I mean, it's like this... I'm not a tree hugger, but these days with pollution and global warming the way they are, you don't have to be one to understand and know that we simply just can't keep doing things like it was business as usual.

This is especially important when we have folks like sarah palin confronting us from one side with the idea that Global Warming is nothing more than a normal and natural change in the climate... and more politicians on another side like barrack obama trying to slip in ridiculous ideas like the notion that burning coal is an environmentally sound practice so long as we call it... "

CLOSE UP HEAD SHOT

Mark: "...clean coal.

This is what really gets to the core of my video: A turd by any other name stinks just as deep."

WIDE SHOT AGAIN, FROM RIGHT SIDE THIS TIME.

Mark: "Palin knows it and still, she lies about it. Her brush off of our involvement in global warming is just so much frebreeze sprayed in the air. All of us can easily agree that climate change has always taken place and always will, with or without us. But it is just as easy to agree with the scientific authorities on the subject who have proven that carbon emissions affect climate. To deny our involvement in climate change is an awful lot like saying, 'Guns don't kill people, people don't kill people... it's those nasty little bullets.' Who knows, maybe it is just the bullets. But wouldn't it be a good idea, I mean a really good idea, to err on the side of caution and do something about it if we can.... while we still can?"

WIDE SHOT FROM LEFT

Mark: "And don't think obama doesn't know about this stuff. He knows a turd when he smells one. He's just as slick as any other politician, and he lies just as much. It doesn't matter how much you try and scrub that dirty old turd, coal is still a hydrocarbon and when you burn it you release carbon. Now I will admit that I've heard 'Lets just bury that carbon like we bury the rest of our garbage' argument, but honestly now, who came up with this idea? Personally I think it's just another fanciful spritz of air-freshener and about as realistic as catching a bullet with your teeth. The experts say it is too expensive to even begin to consider. And anyone with a functioning brain cell or two will realize just how prohibitively dangerous it is. First off, where would all that carbon go? It's not like we can mix it in with the rest of the junk in the land fill. I've heard it suggested that we pump it into the caverns left after we pump out oil out of the ground. Now who could have come up with that idea... the oil companies? Oh yeah, let's trust them. Does it really have to be pointed out to us what will happen when an earthquake causes leaks in those underground chambers and all that carbon we'll be producing for the next twenty, fifty, hundred years is suddenly released into the atmosphere all at once?"

CLOSE UP HEAD SHOT CENTER

Mark: "Well... who knows, but maybe we're just such an instant this, instant that, disposable culture that instant global warming would be only a fitting way to go.

Which gets us to another core issue in my video. For as much as we've seen words like bio, eco, clean, footprint and enviro-friendly used and used all over the place: Green is still the color of money.

WIDE SHOT CENTER

Mark: "And with this unfortunate truth comes a dire need not only to be to be skeptical, but to be outraged when we find people using green jargon as a means for profit. If you don't know what I'm talking about let me tell you something that I would swear to in court.

"By some very basic laws of physics, you always loose energy when you convert it from one form to another and you always loose energy when you move it from one place to another. What this means is that if we woke up tomorrow and "green" elves had converted all of our cars into electric cars over night, we would burn more fuel and produce more carbon than when we burned that fuel in our own cars.

Do not let anyone tell you that electricity is green. Not until we change how we produce the electricity.

So as an example of what we can be skeptical about I say take a look at electric cars. And as an example of something that we can be outraged about, look at the chevy volt. The volt is an "electric" car chevy plans to start producing very soon. Why should we be outraged? Well is this volt a serious attempt to build an electric car? No, not by a long shot. What it is, is a serious attempt to get us to BUY an electric car because with gas prices on the rise and never to come back down again, they are finding it rather difficult to sell us gas guzzling SUVs.

How can I say this with such confidence? Physics... and a healthy skepticism. Has chevy proposed to supply electricity that is truly clean for volt drivers? Not that I've heard of. When a person plugs their "volt" in it simply increases the amount of hydrocarbons we need to burn, and increases it by more than if they were burned in the car. If that isn't bad enough, the volt will only go 40 miles before it's battery dries up. To try and get around this, they had the audacity to put a gas burning motor under the hood to power a generator to charge the battery.... and still they call it an electric car. This car will not only pump out more hydrocarbons after that 40 miles than if it was a regular car or SUV, but it will cause even more hydrocarbons to be pumped out for those first 40 miles than if it was a regular car or SUV.

Unfortunately this applies to all electric cars fuel cell cars, except for hybrids which have become such a joke their not even worth mentioning any more. We the general public need to reacquaint ourselves with basic physics. If someone claims that a car is big, safe, faster, and fuel efficient, it should raise an eyebrow or two because such things go against the laws of physics and we know them to be lies.

Just because someone says it's green doesn't make it so.

Bio fuels for example are cleaner, but still not a solution. Not any of the ones we are currently making. And don't even get me started on nuclear power. And by the way sarah, I don't want to be a snob, but you are trying to become the VP, so FYI it's nu-CLE-AR power, not nu-CU-LAR. It is simply absurd to think that you can put garbage in one end and expect nothing but clean electricity to come out the other. We the good honest ordinary people of this country may not be the most smartest people on this planet, but we aren't a bunch of dumb-ass retards either, and we certainly aren't stupid enough to look at the turd of a pig with lipstick and think we're gonna get chocolate for dinner.

Now, some of us are the glass is half empty types and some of us are the half full types, but all and everyone of us is capable of independent thought. And since the government and the corporations aren't going to help us handle global warming, we're going to have to do something about it ourselves. Unfortunately that means we are going to have to think about what we do, and what we need to do... and what we can do. I mean realistically what can we do?

Well for starters we can use our skepticism avoid the BS and don't buy the crap. Don't buy it figuratively as in don't buy into it when we know better, and by all means don't literally buy the garbage just because it has a green sticker or some other marketing gimmick on it.

So where does this leave us. I mean if all this stuff we've been looking at is not green... what IS green?

Well to the best of my knowledge, solar is almost entirely green, and so is wind power. Hydrogen that was produced by solar or wind would be wonderful, but I'll reserve my opinion on that till I see if better ways of storing and transporting it can be developed.

In the mean time I do know that there are fascinating and truly amazing things going on with photovoltaic and electrochemistry, or fancy solar power. If those folks are successful, than before too long we will be able to make solar cells which will work like artificial leaves but instead of making chlorophyl, or plant fuel, they'll make fuel that we can use and is carbon neutral... the process draws in as much carbon as it produces.

Now that's pretty green. But I don't know if we can wait that long. The research is very real and it's going on right now, but photovoltaic-electrochemistry can involve nano technology and perhaps even genetically modified organisms... and it's funded by corporations like british petroleum. In my opinion anything that involves genetically modified organisms requires years if not decades of testing we can even consider using it in everyday ways.

Maybe good old fashioned solar and wind power along with things like geothermal power and heat exchange, and perhaps tidal power, are what we need to concentrate on right now. Besides these are ideas we can freely exchange with anyone on the planet. They don't involve hazardous things like plutonium or genetically modified micro-organisms we need to worry about being handled improperly or falling into the hands of pissed off folks who would like to use them as weapons.

But green isn't all about energy, even if cars do belch out one fourth of all the greenhouse emissions in america. What green means is having as little impact on the environment as possible. Or at least this is what I was taught when I was a boy scout way back when. I learned that it's not as bad as it sounds. Having little impact is not the same as having NO impact, and everything has some impact: birds build nests, gophers dig holes, and fish poop right in the water. The difference is that when they do these things it has very little impact, it hardly changes anything at all. Whereas when we do the things we do, we change things around so much that we no longer think or feel that we are a part of the whole environment, so how could we possibly change the whole big huge environment thing, how could what we do possibly impact that whole huge thing if we aren't really a part of it like all those animals and stuff?

Well it's because we are not a separated as we think. We are a part of what the environment is, and the environment is part of what we are. Why do you think it is that pollution kills millions of children each year? We have reached a point of gross imbalance and are beginning to topple. Now I'm no tree-hugger and I'm not proposing that we try and get it back to something like the frontier days when everybody had to live by their wits. No, that might have been a little too wild. But if we allowed nature to take it's course without having such a... massive? ...mammoth? ...prodigious?... No, whopping-big-humongous-supersized impact it, we might find something that actually works.

Now here's the kicker.

And those of you with sensitive dispositions might want to mute the volume for this part. Some might find this disturbing. It is certainly odd. But I think it's true.

at some point it in the next paragraph, the telltale red dots of laser gunsights zero in and dance on m's chest

If we reached a balance with more comfort... obviously ...than the frontier days, but where nature too was comfortable and no longer in danger of capsizing and flopping over into something really, really nasty, we might reach a balance point where we hear about a few babies each year that were stolen by wolves, or bear, or bobcats, or something. And,as sick as this sounds, I would still find it was better than loosing millions to pollution in a world of global warming climate change where they probably didn't have a chance for a future anyway."


AGENTS RUSH IN AND CAPTURE MARK
there is a scuffle of confusion and official identities are not revealed right away. In the shuffle the camera sees one agent wearing and AK47. The camera is assaulted first from the angle of itself and then from the new observer perspective (use elura or other possibly buy $5 vhs camera). Camera man shouting, "He, hey, hey!" is tackled, camera confiscated, and dragged off screen with hands in plastic ties. The new observer angle is hand held, and should be shown once as being filmed by one of the agents to reinforce this.

Whenever mark asks who they are his query is met with forceful orders and physical restraint and abuse like throwing him to the ground holding him in place with a boot on his back while others try to drag him off saying come with us don't resist, as if his honest and legal question was itself a physical attempt to resist arrest, escape, or assault the frighteningly aggressive and so far anonymous perpetrators of the assault.

Once they "heros" have him "subdued", ie they have escalated things to the point where he is beaten down to the degree that he no longer feels it is safe to ask questions,one of the agents demands

aj: "Is your name mark?"

m: "What?"

AJ (agent johnson) practically yelling: "Mark Gleason?"

M (mark) : "Yes?"

aj: "Are you sure?"

m: "Yes?"

aj: "Alias Livid Tomatoes?"

m: "Well... uh ...that's the name of my production company.... uh..."

AGENT J DOES NOT LIKE THIS AND SIGNALS FOR THE AGENT WITH HIS BOOT ON M'S BACK TO LEAN HARDER.

aj actually yelling this time: "Are you Livid Tomatoes!!!!!!?"

m struggling to speak: "Y.. y... yes, yes... arrrgh!"

aj quite calmly now, flips out his badge (perhaps the vonnegut DHS one) and puts it in m's face saying...

aj: "Agent Johnson, Department of Homeland security."

At this point the others flip out their badges announcing who they are the same way but add the specific agency (secret service division etc) at the end.

aj: "All right guys, go search the van."

A few of the agents leave screen.

aj: "I just want to know one thing, what made you think you could get away with it?"

m confused: "What are you talking about?"

aj: Mocking "Talking about? Talking about?..... You goddamn subversive insurgent terrorists can't fool me! You understand goddamn well what I'm talking about. What I don't understand, goddamn it, is how you could be a terrorist.......... in... your... OWN... goddamn country!"

m: "What? I'm not a terrorist! I just make videos."

The agents who "searched" the van start returning. The first is holding a pistol or two, holding it by the finger guard with a pencil. The second is wearing rubber gloves and holding the AK47 between two fingers by the tip of the barrel.

agent1 (a1): "Look what we found boss."

aj: "Oh, ho,ho. Look what we have here. What do you call these..... video disks? Your kind makes me sick."

m: starting to loose it a bit and chuckling at the absurdity of it "You can't be serious. Those aren't mine. You planted those.... this is insane! Wait till I get a lawyer, I'm gonna sue the hell out of you."

a2 holding up a large plastic bag of weed with a few joints pre-rolled inside: "Check this out boss." and the looking at m, "Look familiar junkie?"

m looking a bit sheepish: "Yeah, ok, that's mine. It's just a bit of pot though. What's the big deal? Those guns aren't mine!"

aj: "I don't believe you, you terrorist thug, and nobody else is going to believe you either. I mean, the energy crisis is a matter of national security, and just look at what all they found in your van."

aj waves at an array of weapons laid out on the ground or on a blanket. The weapons are laid out for display like one of small caches of weapons found in a house in iraq and photographed for the six o'clock news. As the camera pans across the individual weapons a voice describes each one. It is a new voice belonging to someone we have not yet seen. The voice is even and terrifyingly emotionless.

As the voice drones on, m protests: "You can't do this, you can't do this, this is america... you have no right to do this...etc."

A quality of judicial indignation that comes in when the owner of the voice is revealed to be the general in a big hat (g). He glares down at m.

g: "Sub-clause 37b dash 9 stroke six of The Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001 gives me the inalienable authority to requisition any and all action or means necessary to fulfill the interception and obstruction terrorism. Double under sub-clause 9 stroke 1 stroke one, states, 'Pre-emptive arrests, executions, and...', well.... I can't divulge the exact contents of any double under sub-clause, nor even confirm their existence, but rest assured, justice is legal and inevitable... it's the law.

The trial is over, bring him along men, lets finish this job."



end with m being shot in the head like famous vietnam photo/footage of General Nguyễn Ngọc Loan executing either Nguyễn Văn Lém or Le Cong Na.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Fat Feral Faun sez.....

This is most likely the first in what will hopefully be an on going series of .... well just watch it.



Thursday, September 4, 2008

Pickled Pet

This was a video of opportunity

My cat brought home a young rat, but only wanted to play with it, you see she doen't know anything about eating other animals. The poor rat hid under a piece of furniture without food or water for three days while my cat tiki and her sister tabigaile took turns gaurding it. The rat made a last ditch effort to get away on the fourth night but ended up being easily cornered in an interspeicies game of pickle along the base board. Feeling he was a gonner for sure, the rat sat down and refused to move.... but he didn't give up entirely. Although he no longer had the energy to run, he still had quite a set of lungs on him and he started squawking like a smoke dector with a loose connection. Honest...! It woke me up. I was going to chuck him right out in the back yard, but when I saw how dehydrated and starving he was I became compasionate..... This video documents some of what ensued




Sunday, August 17, 2008

Crunch Time: wide screen final cut express version

I started this project several years ago, but never transfered the the original VHS footage to digital media for editing until this summer ('08). I quickly found out that I really had no idea how to operate the editing software I had purchased years ago, final cut express, for the purpose of editing this very footage. Final cut is not nearly as intuitive to learn and use as is imovie, so.... in all honesty, I couldn't wait to start working on the long 'lost' footage and cut a version in imovie, which then became a sketch or outline for the final cut version.

This film is very dark, and yet, there is also humor in it as well. I realize fully that for many people it is simply incomprehensible, and disturbing, for 'evil' and 'good' to coexist harmoniously.... much less envision that themes such as suicide, futility, temptation, junk food compensation, inner struggle, and sublimation... can coexist harmoniously with along with beauty and humor (particularly if the humor is at all tongue-in-cheek)... much less get a workable emotional grasp on the concept that their harmonious coexistence can very well generate that very same beauty and humor outside of the self.

What the final version will end up being, I can't really say. It's been so many years since I started working on this that I am not able to see or think about it in the same exact way.


Saturday, August 16, 2008

Crunch Time: imovie version

I started this project several years ago, but never transfered the the original VHS footage to digital media for editing until this summer ('08). I quickly found out that I really had no idea how to operate the editing software I had purchased years ago, final cut express, for the purpose of editing this very footage. Final cut is not nearly as intuitive to learn and use as is imovie, so.... in all honesty, couldn't wait to start working on the long 'lost' footage and cut this version in imovie, which then became a sketch or outline for the final cut version.

This film is very dark, and yet, there is also some humor in it as well. I realize fully that for many people it is just incomprehensible and disturbing for 'evil' and 'good' to coexist harmoniously.... much less envision that themes such as suicide, futility, temptation, junk food compensation, inner struggle, and sublimation... can coexist harmoniously with beauty and humor (particularly if the humor is at all tongue-in-cheek), much less get a real grasp on the concept that their harmonious coexistence can very well generate that very same beauty and humor.

What the final version will end up being, I can't really say. It's been so many years since I started working on this that I am not able to see or think about it in the same exact way.



Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Henri

My ex sent me a link to this video by Will Braden. It is absolutely fantastic. I suppose sartre was a house cat in a previous life.... or was that a philosopher in a future life? I suppose it would all depend on which order you live your lives in?

Anyway, that's beside the point. I love this video. :-)



Saturday, May 10, 2008

Cat Documentary

Ever wonder where Laser cats hide out? I did. Until I got bored one day and decided to parachute into south east asia...


Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Letters to Fred: Rattus Paineyassus

I think, my dear friend Fred, that what I am dealing with is a rat of singular audacity and intelligence. I am rapidly developing a deep respect for our furry little volunteer pet; a respect... yes indeed, but more so a rather alarming and disabling consternation with his latest means of eluding my traps. This little shit is so smart I truly hate to get heavy and exterminate his impudent little ass. On the other hand, if allowed to breed this smart-ass rodent would likely father (or mother) a hoard of other smart-asses of such intellectual endowment that I am certain they would vie for supremacy of the earth with the likes of machine gun totting communists dogs, and cats with thumbs.

Brazen as any goth girl jiggling bare, nipple taped breasts as she bounces her way down wall street in the noon day sun grinning with a secret smirk, that, only she knows comes from the financial success of her risque website, and the financial death of her alcoholic, spouse abusing, home mortgage day trading father -- our house guest out maneuvered my 'sure thing' placement of traps with the simplest of gestures.

The SVP (smart-ass volunteer pet) walked into the kitchen for a drink of water, perched on the cat's water dish, and started lapping away. I was seated at the kitchen table directly across the room from the water dish working on a pictorial essay about teleporting cats, and got quite an eyeful of the SVP. I have no idea where the cats were at that time.

I jumped up and chased the SVP under a cabinet next to the stove. Unlikely as it sounds, this was not merely a fortuitous turn of events for me. There are only two exits from that hiding place putting the SVP in a nearly (so I thought) untenable position. One the one side there is a small hole which is so tightly overhung by bottom edge of the cabinet that the crafty critter could not this time avoid the sticky traps by by simply jumping over them. I used multiple traps anyway... just in case. The only other way to exit is to go to the opposite side of the cabinet and crawl under the stove. I set the oven on broil (he, he) to try and limit his means of escaped and lined more sticky traps on the floor in front of the oven in case there was an attempt to run off before the oven got hot. Feeling that I was master of the situation by virtue of my larger more 'intelligent' brain, I went back to work on my essay, oozing only a modicum of smugness into the air. Honest, it was only a small amount. And smugness as we all know is a green gas.

Ha!

Did I notice when the SVP slipped out of the kitchen? No.

I did however notice when one of the cats reappeared and started chasing the little bugger down the hallway and into the day room. I was so convinced that my traps were fool-proof that I immediately started laughing and groaning about having a second Rattus Paineyassus in the house. It's not that I don't appreciate it when the cats decide to 'share the love' but this was really starting to feel like they were motivated more by the entertainment possibilities of having two rats than any desire to connect with me on a tender emotional level. So I checked the sticky traps next to the cabinet... to see just how many cat toys I had to deal with under the cabinet and stove, and well.... everywhere.

This is when I got the shock. Our resident SVP had quietly, and without fuss, push my array of sticky traps aside, clearing a no fuss path to freedom. I hadn't even noticed that this rodent savant had gone. I understood that the SVP recognized that the traps were traps... but who figures that an animal with the brain capacity of a pinto bean is capable of learning which parts of the trap are safe to grab onto when they need to... hmmmm, rearrange the furniture. Yes, that's all it was to this mangy little einstein. Furniture. They were only traps to me. The cats had avoided them from day one. What can I do? I can't expect any help from them. If fact I'm convinced at this point that they have found their new toy to be so much fun that they are being careful not to break it.

What do you think,
should we give it a name?

-m





PS.....

UPDATE! UPDATE!


A new development in the war on rattus paineyassus.

Having been so successfully slapped in the face by the little critter, it felt wrong to mention I was working feverishly on a devious (and secret) master plan to befuddle, and ensnare the furball so swiftly and securely that hordes of lesser SVPs for generations to come would be singing a tail of woe and warning to the children in their nests every night. The fact that I also considered my plan to be simple and stupid had nothing to do with my failure to mention it. Secrecy was key.

I would allow the rat to get cocky and make a mistake.

It didn't take long.

About five minutes after I started writing this, I heard a scuffle in the day room. Were the cats finally going at it with full grapples and wall thudding flings of their toy? I ran in to see what was happening. Tabby was over by the end of the couch peering intently into the small waste basket which, to the untrained eye, appeared to be shifting its contents around all by itself. Being a veteran of the adventures of more than a few escaped toys, I recognized the golden opportunity, fitting it neatly into my master plan. I rustled the top of the waste to alert the SVP of it's need to go and hide on the bottom of the basket, away from my tender fingers. I then picked up the basket, carried it outside, and dumped it unceremoniously on the lawn.

Out popped the SVP (now downgraded I suppose to being simply a smartass), and hopped as nonchalantly as anything that hops, can hop, into the cover of the flower bed. What can I say? The thing is alive, and much more experienced than before. But I just couldn't kill it. Who knows. Perhaps in year to come the climate change escalates to the point that we can set our watches by the daily-2:15PM-monsoon-hailstorm-and-tornado, and the bombs start dropping as people start scrambling for food and other handy natural resources, perhaps then, when the cockroach population overwhelms the surface of this planet, some distant descendent of our dear old SVP will rise up and devour all those fucking roaches.