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This picture was taken with the camera I’m planning to get. I’m realizing that—awesome night mode or no—my phone is great for carrying everywhere but I need a camera with real optics.
UPDATE: while at the mall I got the new Gorillaz disc and the new Danger Mouse plus the dude from the shins. #VICTOLY!
Going to Lloyd Center for work. Yaaaayyy!! #notsomuch
OMG my desktop is sooooo slow I want my netbook to be fixed already! #firstworldproblems
Yes x1000, and I would add another reason, beyond it just being the moral (and legal) thing to do for the artist you admire: do it for future knowledge. Do it for future curious creative people like yourself. Tools like Google Image and TinEye would be so much more effective if everyone who published an image would post the credits with it, so that it could be properly indexed. Not some vague emotional poem-line about how the image makes you feel, the actual artist’s name and their title for the piece. In the art (and adult) world, provenance is key, so do your part and preserve the chain of custody, the praise for the things you love, or even the shame for the things you hate.
This counts for everyone, but triply so if you’re a young artist/designer yourself.
If you’re posting someone else’s work, credit them. Don’t deliberately remove the name of the artist. That’s just wrong. If your reasoning is that it’s own personal scrapbook — then keep it personal, not public. If it’s public, the least you can do is credit the artist and link back to their site, or at least their Wikipedia entry.
When I see something I like not credited — I try to track down the source, if for no other reason than to find more art by the same person. Consider this a small payback to the artist whose art you liked enough to post on your Tumblr. Use Tineye to track down original visual art — it’s easy to use, and takes no more than 10 seconds to do a search.
And that was your PSA for today. In the next episode: public shaming.
PLEASE RE-BLOG THIS.
CORRECTION: DON’T JUST “LIKE” IT. RE-BLOG THE FUCK OUT OF IT.
Leilani put a bunch of flower petals in the watering can and handed it to Zoe, saying “You can sprinkle them everywhere! Like a flower girl!”
Zoe said “Yeah!” and then tossed all of them right at her feet.
Zoe and Leilani tend to be almost, but not quite, on the same wavelength.
I am looking forward to the term ending so I can dig into this copy of 2666 that I picked up today. I was at A Children’s Place with Leilani picking up birthday presents for her friend, and while she picked out Encylopedia Brown and Horrid Harry I browsed the “Books for Moms and Dads” section, and this was on the 40% off shelf. I’ve read some ridiculously glowing reviews so I was excited to snag it; it’s a hefty book and will make great between-term reading.
As I put it to someone in an e-mail, “hoo boy, am I glad I did. I’m maybe ten pages in and I’m already in love with the way it’s written. I am now waiting to read it (admittedly in part because it’s the last week of the term) so I can draw out the anticipation of how much I can tell I’m going to enjoy reading this book. The thrill is electric.”
Also, you can click the picture to go to Mike Cane’s blog and read an amusing story.
We got this trailer when I was working as a projectionist at the KOIN center cinemas downtown. Part of my role as a proj was the watch the new trailers and let the counter staff know what was worth checking out and which films it was playing on. Sometimes it was exciting (like the first teaser for Star Wars: Episode I which had A DOUBLE-BLADED LIGHTSABER) and sometimes it was your generic art house crap.
For a good week I hadn’t bothered watching past the first fifteen seconds of this trailer; it was filled with long boring shots of some Chinese Historical Drama I knew none of us would care about. Listening to the narration (the projection booths had speakers to make sure the sound was synching up right) while I took care of other business didn’t help; who wanted to see “an extraordinary romantic adventure” from Ang Lee?
Then, by chance, I happened to look into the theater while it was playing and saw the shot of Chow Yun Fat pointing into the air and wire-fu-ing into the sky. I ran down to the counter and screamed OMG IT’S NOT WHAT WE THOUGHT IT’S A WU-SHU EPIC!!! and as soon as the next showtime started we abandoned the counter and like five of us ran into the theater to watch the best trailer evar.
To this day, I think that shot is one of the most electrifying images in film. SO AWESOME.
Speaking of trailers I’ve watched and re-watched hundreds of times, this is the Return of the King trailer that I still have on my hdd somewhere. One of the things I loved about this trilogy is that they restored the sometimes-lost art form of a good movie trailer. This trailer features nearly every major scene of the movie (all of the “good bits” as it were) and many of the film’s best lines, but doesn’t reveal the ending, doesn’t rob the film of its suspense, and manages to satisfy while still leaving you hungry for the full film.
It’s brills. Simply brills.
Every trailer should be this good.
Cells, by The Servant
Some of you will recognize the guitar hook on this from the Sin City trailer. It was one of those trailers where your first thought was OMG LET’S GO SEE THIS MOVIE and thought #2 was HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT MUSIC?
So I tracked it down, and got the mp3. Then I had to track down the instrumental version, because that’s the one that Rodriguez actually used for the trailer. Because the original version of the song has lyrics, and those lyrics are why nobody had heard of the song until this trailer. BECAUSE THE LYRICS ARE HORRIBLE. OMG.
Songs like this are like Coldplay songs; the instrumentation is fantastic, but the lyrics can absolutely ruin it. The one thing Chris Martin has going for him is that—if you listen to his voice as another instrument conveying mood and not as a source of words conveying some meaning—he’s a really good singer, and his pitch/tone/singing style match the otherwise flawless instrumentation of a good Coldplay song. It is, in fact, the utter art-school pretentiousness of Chris Martin’s lyrics (his poetry, if you want to call it that) that makes me wish he was singing in another language.
This line of thought led me to my totes brills BILLION DOLLAR IDEA, which is that Coldplay needs to record a series of french-language albums. SRSLY I WOULD BUY THEM ALL.
Uh…hope you like TERROR! An America Patriot, a commenter over at Videogum (which fyi is the greatest) posted a link to The Enigma of Amigara Fault, which I had never heard of. I’m glad I read this in the middle of the day, because YIKES. THAT’S SOME SCARY STORY! I’d like to have a book club discussion about it, except I would probably just end up sobbing and cowering under the couch. Does anyone know any other fear-inducing horror manga like this?
oh man, flashing back to vacations at the lakeside cabin in canada reading dads old sixties horror comics and then having to go to the bathroom in the deep dark forest (it was like twenty feet from the cabin but it was dark and you knew there was a ghost bear out there waiting to mess you up.)
also this story is terrifying. there are dozens of horror manga i’ve been meaning to check out but i can’t remember any off the top of my head. mpd psycho is supposed to be really good? and the kurosagi corpse delivery service is pretty wild. but i don’t know that either is really scary, kurosagi is supposed to be more x-files / twilight zone, not shyamalan creepy like this.
oh man, signs fucked my shit up. i need to go watch that again tonight since i’m home alone for a change. nothing like turning on all the lights and running from room to room in my own home.
FUCK YEAH GHOST BEAR!
Where did this nice day come from?
