Thursday, August 28, 2008

And My Time was Running Wild a Million Dead End Streets

What is this feeling inside my chest

expanding to make my fingers throw sparks

creating impulses that I might craft something good from my hands, ideals, intellect?

What is this awakening making colors brighter, shapes more defined sounds clearer and my dinner taste better than ever?

Oh - I remember this...

It's HOPE!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Fruit Flies Like a Banana

A New Video, "Time is Simply Nature."

There is a footnote in the end credits of my little film which bears explanation: The Time Lady is gone. In Los Angeles, all my life, until last year, anyone could call 853-1212 (or any four suffix numbers!) and she would report the time, in ten second increments of exactly perfect speech pacing.

I called her often. I owe much of my steady rhythm to her reliability.

When I was a little kid, I would call her and say thank you. The friendship had been going on all summer when one quiet day my mom must've overheard my, "thank you!" coming every ten seconds. She found me pony-tailed and chatty on the living room phone.

"Who are you talking to?"

"The Time Lady!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's the Time Lady. Everybody calls but no one ever says thank you. I say thank you, she tells me again!"

"Honey, she can't hear you."

"But she's talking to me. (...Thank you!)"

"She's not really there - it's a recording."

"A wha- - -!????"

I was a little sad about it, but I knew that beyond the microphone and reel to reel tape somewhere in a room - even if only on one day and not every single - a nice lady with a warm helpful voice had cared enough to take the time to tell us all the time, twenty four hours a day, every ten seconds.

In 2007 they let her go. I guess everyone gets the time from cellphones and computers now.

"At the tone the time will be twelve, twenty two. And ten seconds..."


Monday, August 25, 2008

Ultimate Sunscreen!

Dear Leonardo DiCaprio:
The Eleventh Hour was a tremendous socioecological service, but given that I was not in complete denial about global gluttony, it hit me over the head too hard. Now I'm all discouraged. Please make a sequel full of more solutions and action steps.
Thank you, Sincerely.
PS: I really liked the one about the building with windows that open - in San Francisco. And the train with the smokeless stack!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Friendly Manor: All About the Friendly Manner

New links have been added to the right hand column of this page. Among them: my youtube page and another fascinating source, FriendlyManorFilms. This archive of rare artistry was, according to FMF, "...found in Canoga Park, under a bed, in a gunnysack with a bag of Chips Ahoy cookies."

Among the troupe of actors in these works is an actress of unparallelllellled distinction. There's another actress in one of the two part films but I don't mean her, and there is another actress in one of the other films but I don't mean her, either: I mean: The Girl. She had talent, verve, vigor, could take a punch, and had quite the left hook!

We are grateful to the scrupulous scavenging that brought these films to projection and digitization. We are fans, indeed, of FriendlyManorFilms.

In other news: we regret the temporary downfall of and anticipate its resurgence soon with a new host. Thanks go to Elizabeth for notifying us of our dormancy! Checking our own domains: now there's a time narcissism could have come in handy!