Sunday, February 17, 2013
No Translation
mamihlatinatapai : (in Yaghan) from Tierra del Fuego. "a look shared by two people, each wishing to say something but hoping that the other will do so first"
Friday, February 15, 2013
Nothing like a party full of criticism and guilt
Hello D-
I was looking through some of our old letters today. I miss paper correspondance. There is something about the tactile feel of paper and the smell of the ink. There is nobody I know that sends letters anymore, with the exception of my grandfather. We had perfectly opposing handwritings in these letters, your strong block lettering and my looping script.
I noticed how many of them ended with your drawings of robots. You were always so fascinated with that idea. I wish I had photos of the cardboard robot we made. Robots are sort of Steel Frankensteins, aren't they?
There was a time during college when we were both taking too many film classes to actually shoot something, so we came up with the idea to cut our projects from stock footage. We looked through hours of the Prelinger Archives up on the third floor of the arts building. Didn't all the buildings on campus remind you of castles? It was so cold, and it had snowed that sort of fine dust that falls when it's really freezing. The end of February and the wind howling outside.
I cut this:
The Black Skull Presents: A Word To The Wives (2009) from on Vimeo.
That's when I found my favorite video from the 1940's "Leave It to Roll-Oh" a bizarre speculation into the future of AI. They also pronounce the word Robit, which made me laugh.
This of course led me right down the rabbit hole of the Prelinger archives. I got lost for a couple hours in it's recesses. The video below is about a teenagers first dinner party with the most judgmental narrator I've ever heard.
Though I have no issues with the idea that proper manners can alleviate issues, and make social events easier for all those involved, I have to say that it's the narrators tone that really gets me. Soporific and anal to the extreme; a bizarre uninvited guest. An unsettling exercise in paranoia with lines like:
"Betty wonders if she should try Floyd's method of eating the olive."
"Bob sat on his Napkin"
"Betty wonders if she's giving too small a serving of salad."
Trust me, they dwell on the olive question for a long time. The strangest bit is that the narrator NEVER ACTUALLY ANSWERS any of the etiquette questions that he poses.
Be forewarned, some minor frames and pieces of audio are missing.
I'm gonna draw some robots tomorrow...
I hope you're well D.
-Vi
I was looking through some of our old letters today. I miss paper correspondance. There is something about the tactile feel of paper and the smell of the ink. There is nobody I know that sends letters anymore, with the exception of my grandfather. We had perfectly opposing handwritings in these letters, your strong block lettering and my looping script.
I noticed how many of them ended with your drawings of robots. You were always so fascinated with that idea. I wish I had photos of the cardboard robot we made. Robots are sort of Steel Frankensteins, aren't they?
There was a time during college when we were both taking too many film classes to actually shoot something, so we came up with the idea to cut our projects from stock footage. We looked through hours of the Prelinger Archives up on the third floor of the arts building. Didn't all the buildings on campus remind you of castles? It was so cold, and it had snowed that sort of fine dust that falls when it's really freezing. The end of February and the wind howling outside.
I cut this:
The Black Skull Presents: A Word To The Wives (2009) from on Vimeo.
That's when I found my favorite video from the 1940's "Leave It to Roll-Oh" a bizarre speculation into the future of AI. They also pronounce the word Robit, which made me laugh.
This of course led me right down the rabbit hole of the Prelinger archives. I got lost for a couple hours in it's recesses. The video below is about a teenagers first dinner party with the most judgmental narrator I've ever heard.
Though I have no issues with the idea that proper manners can alleviate issues, and make social events easier for all those involved, I have to say that it's the narrators tone that really gets me. Soporific and anal to the extreme; a bizarre uninvited guest. An unsettling exercise in paranoia with lines like:
"Betty wonders if she should try Floyd's method of eating the olive."
"Bob sat on his Napkin"
"Betty wonders if she's giving too small a serving of salad."
Trust me, they dwell on the olive question for a long time. The strangest bit is that the narrator NEVER ACTUALLY ANSWERS any of the etiquette questions that he poses.
Be forewarned, some minor frames and pieces of audio are missing.
I'm gonna draw some robots tomorrow...
I hope you're well D.
-Vi
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