So my good friend the Spaceman from Outerspace will apparently be speaking at the Ignite NYC talk this Friday evening as part of the yahoo open hack festival. His talk is entitled : “How to video blog when your rocket-ship crashes on the moon” Follow all the out of this world insanity here:
WARNING: this is the nerdiest most geeky tech talk post I’ve ever written on here so beware. You’ve been warned!!!!!
So tonight I built my first patch in Isadora for this NYU production of Euripides’ Trojan Women I’m working on. This is the beginnings of a patch which will run 3 different HD projections simultaneously with keyboard cues that can be operated by a Monkey! (or an undergrad ;)) The basics of Isadora are much easier to learn than the basics of Max/Msp, but I’m glad I put in the bootcamp time with Max first. Here is a super nerdcore screenshot of the patch.
Are they called patches in Isadora? No they are called “Scenes” and “Stages” and the objects are called “Actors.” heh heh. oh you silly artsy Isadora people. What happened to square box objects called “plur” and “brcosa”…those were so easy to remember.
So tonight while attempting to surf over to twitter.com I accidentally typed titter.com and much to my surprise, it’s not some sort of micro porn blogging but rather a site for female gamers. Titter.com is a very odd url choice for a website targeted at teenage girls who play video games although the site does host quite a few award winners in my book including my personal favorites: “pretty lawyer,” “dress up lady gaga” and “my fruit cup.” In the latter you simply dress up a cup with fruit beachside.
My buddy Jason Oda’s new iPhone game entitled “Killa Kitty’s from Compton” is now available on the itunes store. Smack, shave, throw water balloons and more to fight the gangsta kitty into submission through 8 fast-paced mini games. Jason. You are strange.
So, about a year ago I received a message on gchat from someone named Gabriel Barcia claiming that he was the real Gabriel Barcia and that I was a phony. This sparked a series of emails which at first were heated but over time cooled into a bizarre friendship. Because of the internet I have a friendship with someone completely random based solely on our names but over time I got to know more about Gabriel Barcia and found that we were actually quite similar. Gabriel Barcia is also an artist. He goes to Yale. He also has a blog. He lists Wolf Parade and Why? in his favorite music on facebook. Everyone should become friends with someone of their same name online. It would be an interesting experiment. I wonder if I could start some sort of facebook for people of your namesake. The rule could be you are only allowed to be friends with someone of your same name. Here are some choice conversations to prove that is isn’t completely made up:
This weekend I shot a short film entitled “anniversary” on my iphone starring Danielle Lee.
Here it is.
Video is an important part of my life. When Apple announced that the new Iphone would have a video camera, I practically vlogged in my pants. Today I called the Soho store expecting that the iPhone 3gs would be sold out by 4pm, but to my surprise it was not. To further my surprise, once I got to the store there was basically no line. It took me about twenty minutes and I had the new 32 gb white video iphone in my hands. However what I didn’t get (and what I still don’t have) is any sort of cellular service! AT&T managed to disable my old iPhone but somehow forgot to activate my new one. So now I have a video camera, but no phone. I’m not sure if this is better or worse.
How am I supposed to listen to Morrissey when my iphone’s headphone jack is busted? Heaven knows I was miserable now…until I used about half a can of compressed air inside the headphone jack of my little phone and a bunch of crazy looking lint flew out and into my eyes. Now I can’t see at all but I can listen to The Last of the Famous International Playboys. If your iPhone headphone jack starts making terrible clicky noises or your headphones suddenly stop working, just spray a bunch of freezing air into the jack and voila…one less reason to be so emo. (Or an excuse to be more emo) * Depending on if your Morrissey glass is half empty or half full…of tears.
