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Doodling with Video

quietly messing about with video tools while exploring the depths of how Star Wars has ruined / greatly enriched my life. if you know, you know.

a processed and layered and trashed scene from Lost River by Ryan Gosling featuring Ben Mendelsohn (and Christina Hendricks!) paired with F**kin’ Problems by A$AP Rocky- as the good lord intended. (you so very are welcome.)

under the pixel trash you can see Mr. Once-a-dancer-always-a-dancer, Mads Mikkelsen killing it in Druk by Thomas Vinterberg paired with a dance challenge version of Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna (may Mads always be Riri’s bitch) and ambient techno layers resulting in this sloppy drunken travesty.

voice: a Ewan McGregor sound clip stolen from his reading of The Little Matchstick Girl. (this is the line in the story that guts me most every time.)

character and animation: Adobe

trash effects: yours truly

The Hottest Thing In Mexico City

What is the hottest thing in Mexico City anyway, huh?

Well, you will disagree with me instantly I’m sure, but I am going to go out on a weird wire and say that power lines top my list for hot things in DF.

They are… art. Full stop.

Looking up at all the copious cables in orderly albeit often disconcerting lines only to then have your eye land hard and disbelieving on wrapped, looped, tangled masses… It does something for me in a way that is impossible to explain. It is terribly engaging, in an awfully absurd way.

I wonder if the ‘grid guys’ have the same feelings… Certainly they can’t just hate it, right? Otherwise they would be running wires in a different way, right? 

What ever the logic or illogic involved, I bless them for their particular contribution to the aesthetic of the city. 

I joked that I would eventually make a calendar of the ‘sexiest’ power lines. Would anyone want this? Or am I the only human with such unusual tastes- and humor?

Fixin’ to- Nothing

I’m really doing it.

I’m really nothing-ing about.

More or less just burning daylight.  

Slacking off. Like a proper Dudeist priest ought to. 

Now, in Mexico City of all places. 

Even before I slipped off to D.F., I just sort of stopped doing- the things on my daily to-do list that I came up with to prove to myself that I am doing things. 

Because- nothing matters.. but in that positive way, you know? At least not for me right now.

I’m not even journal writing five hundred words a day. 

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am writing- certainly I am, but it is in concert with a- 

a game I am playing- 

with a chat bot.

It’s a word word salad, choose your own adventure, role-play, text game.

It’s like the most amusing magic eight ball ever. You watch the three “currently typing” dots with such anticipation. You never know what the bot will come up with next or if it will even make sense in the context of the story you are building. 

So that is my dirty secret at the moment- 

I am an “a.i.” enjoyer. 

Hours of fun with this horrible technology that is supposedly going to ruin the whole planet. 

But it is a delight for me at the moment and everything has been ruined before “a.i.” even showed up anyway so… who cares? 

Do you care?

Really?