Monday, August 1, 2011
STORMY DAY
Hardly any mountains out today at all...
It is a good day for cups of tea and a rousing game of RISK, but that's not what today is all about. The script for today is all action: it's a pantomime of front-facing mental work, with limbs fidgeting under the table and trip after trip to the coffee pot. There's no threat of being called into the wild today: all the animals are asleep and dreaming.
Yeah–I am getting ready to start a cerebral journey, my friends, wherein I take all these amazing photos and videos I have seen, hours of video and scads of photographs, and try to boil them down into a ten minute tallow-loaf of our shared experience. I must try my hardest not to spend all my time weighing different virtues between video clips, or re-examining the whole project from an angle that requires trashing everything I have done so far. It is a bridge that needs be built with consistency and focus.
I am not an indecisive person by any means, but I am very analytical. Perhaps overly analytical. Critical, my detractors would say. Anyway, I am not the person you should send around the corner for a bottle of wine, because I will be gone for an hour while I read labels and compare wine regions and try to figure out which among the numerous bottles I haven't tried is the one I "haven't tried most of all"–whatever that even means.
I am grateful for all the media I have received from people far and wide. It really shines a great perspective on the S.C.A. program, and unfortunately I know that no ten minute video can encapsulate it while running at regular speed, but hopefully I can run many image and audio layers that will hypnotize and mesmerize with its abundance of simultaneous memories and concepts... wish me luck.
F., C.
STORMY DAY
Hardly any mountains out today at all...
It is a good day for cups of tea and a rousing game of RISK, but that's not what today is all about. The script for today is all action: it's a pantomime of front-facing mental work, with limbs fidgeting under the table and trip after trip to the coffee pot. There's no threat of being called into the wild today: all the animals are asleep and dreaming.
Yeah–I am getting ready to start a cerebral journey, my friends, wherein I take all these amazing photos and videos I have seen, hours of video and scads of photographs, and try to boil them down into a ten minute tallow-loaf of our shared experience. I must try my hardest not to spend all my time weighing different virtues between video clips, or re-examining the whole project from an angle that requires trashing everything I have done so far. It is a bridge that needs be built with consistency and focus.
I am not an indecisive person by any means, but I am very analytical. Perhaps overly analytical. Critical, my detractors would say. Anyway, I am not the person you should send around the corner for a bottle of wine, because I will be gone for an hour while I read labels and compare wine regions and try to figure out which among the numerous bottles I haven't tried is the one I "haven't tried most of all"–whatever that even means.
I am grateful for all the media I have received from people far and wide. It really shines a great perspective on the S.C.A. program, and unfortunately I know that no ten minute video can encapsulate it while running at regular speed, but hopefully I can run many image and audio layers that will hypnotize and mesmerize with its abundance of simultaneous memories and concepts... wish me luck.
F., C.