Monday, October 29, 2007

How To Save The Planet, For Now

The price of oil sky-rockets, the value of the dollar continues to fall, the value of gold continues to rise.

These trends signify something scary. Whether or not democracy is the best system of government, or whether free enterprise and capitalism are the best for liberty, the trends in American-run business are decided by consumer dollars. If the country continues to drive and to value the automobile as much as it does, oil companies will continue to raise the price of oil until consumers reach their breaking point.

If you want to be ahead of the curve, do whatever it takes to drive less. Take a bus to the train station and bring a bike for the trip from the train to the bus to work. Just don't give the filthy creeps your money.

In a related question: How do you teach values?

Sunday, October 28, 2007

The Environment, All We Have


Something has to be done to get humanity to value the natural world, to cherish it, as we should cherish all life. Abortion is bad, and sad, and so is the destruction of our planet, and the murder of God's creation, the rare animals that are steadily slipping away. I'm dedicating my life to this cause, inspiring these personal values within others, through art.

This trailer, for a movie about a man campaigning to save sharks, just shook me up to the point of tears.

Friday, October 26, 2007

What Do Mormons Do?

There is no point in saying "no offense," because this is going to be incredibly offensive to anyone who is a Mormon.

But if you've ever wondered what Mormons do, here are two interviews of Mormon teens, who are pretty sick of living within the Mormon culture. The interviews are both funny and informative, and worth reading.

(I'm linking to Kottke.org, who is linking to the original story.)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

The North American Jaguar

Smithsonian magazine is a really great publication. This month's issue has a story on Jaguars living in the wild in North America. Jaguar populations once thrived throughout both North and South America, but their population was decimated by hunting during the last 200 years. However, there are now 4 known Jaguars living in the wild in the United States along the border with Mexico.

Smithsonian might as well have informed me that Santa Claus actually exists and is my great uncle. Jaguars, the third largest big-cats in the world (just smaller than lions and tigers), actually live in the United States--that is amazing. There is still some wild in the world, thank God.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Out Of Juice

The art of the radio show is alive and well, on 3 shows, all brought to you by PRI, Public Radio International. Those shows are This American Life, Radio Lab (actually New York Public Radio) and Fair Game with Faith Salie. That last one has a pretty good blog, yet it seems that I am the only one who ever comments on their posts. Please join me in commenting and check out their show sometime on your local Public Radio station.

Monday, October 22, 2007

New Office


On November 1st, Double A Pictures will not only be an official LLC entity, but we will also have our own office in Fort Worth. The opening party is going to be Ka Ray Zay, and yes, you are invited.

Now we just have to get our Double A Pictures website up and running.

Last Night

I dreamed I roundhouse kicked a vampire in the face, and I fell out of bed.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Ron Paul: Hope For America?

Ron Paul says that if he were elected president, he would eliminate Central Banking, eliminate the IRS, stop immigration, and remove all troop immediately from Iraq. The more I hear about him, the more I like him; on top of that the more I hear the man speak, the more I like him. Educate thyself on Raul Paul, small government, and liberty!

Lately




Currently, I'm acting in a short film, assistant editing a TV series, producing 2 web-based video series, and editing a commercial. What happened to that whole, not working and focusing on my screenplay thing?

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Bill Waterson On Charles Schulz

Bill Waterson, the creator of Calvin and Hobbes, who declines interviews and is generally a hermit (and a genius!), has come out of hiding to write a review of the new biography of Charles Schulz, the creator of Peanuts.
(thanks, Kyle)

Monday, October 15, 2007

The Future of Comedy - Good or Bad? I'm Ambivalent.

You don't have to watch this whole video if you don't want to, not that you ever have to do anything I say, but I just want to present that caveat before you think that I am telling you this video is a must-see.
The thing is that the video doesn't even really get funny until it reaches an absurdest level. Before Andy murders the guy, it's just the same joke over and over, which SNL is constantly guilty of presenting as comedy. However now, instead of presenting something with a story structure, The Lonely Island "dudes" just take us for an adventure ride through bizarroville...and maybe I like it. One thing is certain, comedy is taking a turn in the direction of Absurdistan.

Friday, October 12, 2007

My Detailed Review of The Darjeeling Limited

Tuesdays In Austin - By Kyle Rother

They following story is a true account, written by Kyle Rother for Deliberate Industries.

So where was I? Oh that’s right, I hadn’t yet begun. I guess the place to start would be at the beginning. It just so happens, however, that the beginning isn’t all that interesting, so we’ll start near the beginning. Maybe the part where I’m heading down to Emo’s with my friend Quinn to catch a show would be good?

“Wanna see a show tonight?” Quinn asked earlier.
“Uh, I don’t know. It’s a Tuesday night. Who’s play…”
“There’ll be a lot of attractive ladies there.”
“Alright.” Well if he was going to twist my arm… “Who’s playing?”
“Mickey Avalon,” he said, but my mouth must have been flapping with indifference. “He’s a white rapper,” he continued. “The ladies love him.”

So that was an easy call. As was the decision for me to drive, since my car’s gas gauge was just slightly less in the red than his. From here, the uninteresting part of parking and walking up to the door happened, which leads me to my next point…

We walked into Emo’s through the band entrance with ease, Quinn knows a few people, and were met with looks of awe from the dazed, celebrity-hungry crowd. I’m sure they quickly abandoned any notions of our fame as soon as they saw our dress, for this crowd, I would come to find, was not the cheap brown pants and navy pocket tee crowd. I noticed this was the case with my first glance onstage, where former MTV VJ Simon Rex was slurring obscenities under the moniker Dirt Nasty. The thoughtful recognition of this fact did nothing for my self-esteem as I quickly flashed back to a couple of years ago when I found myself saying, “Boy, his career seems to have lost some credibility” while watching Rex on the then WB Network. Never would I have thought I’d find myself here… at Emo’s… watching Rex, sorry – Dirt Nasty – rap to a crowd full of coked-out hipster chicks and college girls.

The decision to get a beer was instantly met with praise and Quinn and I quickly drank our first two Lone Stars as Dirt Nasty finished mopping the floor with his whiteness. So this is where the white influence on Hip-Hop has taken us. Awesome. After meeting up with a couple of friends, about three more beers and a smashed guitar later (oh yeah, some Metal band inside started chucking their guitars into their 4 man strong crowd. It was heavy.), Mickey Avalon came on. From here, the night proceeded to get weird.

Looking out the window at night can’t help but wonder/That God must be one sick muthafucka/So I bust a nut in the sky/And spend another day waiting to die.

The lyrics caused another almost instantaneous flashback, this time to a point earlier in the night when I mistook Quinn’s informative comment, “He used to work the streets of LA,” as a joke. It clearly was not.

“Yeah he used to be a male prostitute,” my other friend Phil said. “Isn’t that awesome?” I decided that Awesome is far from where I’d put my finger on this one. Prancing around onstage in a coked-out haze, Avalon seemed the bastard love child of Courtney Love and Britney Spears (MTV Movie Awards-era). His performance was complete Rap-Pop, or Pop-Rap, whichever sounds less terrible (neither?). Even a seat on the bleachers in the back did not allow escape from the aural raping of my ears. In a word, it was awful. The one spot of entertainment came from an encounter with a very drunk 20-something midway through the set. As she approached me attractively,

“Hey how’s it going?”
“Good, how’re you?” I was playing it cool.
“Good. Hey do you know this guy,” she said, pointing to the oddly dressed man before us.
“No, I don’t.” Truth be told, I in fact did not.
“He’s a really big douche bag,” she offered.
“Ok,” was all I could think to return her for the informative comment.
“I wanna go sit on him,” she smiled. Not wanting to deny her wants, I went along.
“I think you should go for it.” Why not, you know?

It would’ve been funny to see her try to sit on a guy standing up, what with the – Oh My God, I instantly thought as she spit her beer all over his back.
I want to sit on him
I want to sit on him
I want to spit on him.

Dammit.
As she ran off he turned around, none the wiser of the mouthful of Pabst now dripping down and soaking into his Houndstooth Blazer. I smiled as his eyes moved over my face and back up to the disaster unfolding onstage. It was time for another beer, which would allow enough time to meet another friend and strike up a desperate conversation that would last both of us long enough to fill the remaining time, ‘till concert’s end. Almost inevitably, Dentistry was the subject of choice and ended up giving the two of us more than enough time to find traits in common.

Her: One fake tooth and 14 cavities to date
Me: The same fake Incisor and zero cavities to my name.

It was more than entertaining (and certainly more so than Mickey Avalon) but as soon as the topic began to cross the line into Orthodontics, we were gifted with an even better subject. It began with a thud and the rattle of the bleachers beneath us. I followed the widening eye-line of my conversational partner behind me to find a white-shirted man hanging from he fifth level of the stands. Confusing as it was, we all kept our eyes glued as he made his way down, stumbling to the floor and revealing a blood-soaked head.

Deduction would lead me to believe that he somehow hopped the 12foot stone wall, made it through the top layer of barbed-wire fencing where he fell, bouncing off the Port-o-Can to the adjacent bleachers. Now the cause of the blood, glistened off a seemingly visible gash in the back of his head, and his apparent chaotic state was uncertain - a bar fight next-door maybe?

With mystery abound, we decided to call it a night. So we hugged our new friends bye and left Emo’s. This in itself would be a great end to the story, if we hadn’t have decided to make our way through the front of Emo’s in order to exit. In doing so, we were met with another of Quinn’s acquaintances who expressed to us his frustrations in the “quality of clientele” he was having to deal with. Being sure he was speaking of the bloodied up wall-jumper, we inquired further and were led to the pit in front of the stage inside, where no one stood, save one older lady with a sandy mullet. Her gray tank top reached down just far enough to cover her “happy area” as her blue jean shorts lay feet from her naked lower half.

“Oh my,” Quinn couldn’t have put it more precise. Not wanting to overstay our welcome, we left the bottomless mistress to her enjoyment of the Thrash Metal onstage and headed to our car.

“What a fucking night,” Quinn continued with his keen nocturnal observations.
“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here,” I added and attempted at turning the ignition. The easy purr of the engine caused a bit of a panic as I remembered that I was only just slightly less in the red than Quinn. “We need gas.”

“Got enough to get two blocks?”
“I think,” and I was right. Luckily though, the station was downhill. I went through the motions of pumping gas and moved back to the driver’s seat. “Holy shit, this has been strange,” I breathed. The peace would continue until we were interrupted by the click of the pump, and as I got up to set it back in and waited for the receipt I saw my one last obstacle of the night – a young man making his way peacefully over. His grease-covered palms held up submissively and sweat covering his face, he seemed in need of some help.

“Hey man, could you help me change these girls’ tire. I think I fucked it up,” he said as I looked past him. Two blonde girls stood holding a spare tire next to a small blue Honda Accord resting on the naked rim of the front left wheel well. I imagined saying yes and walking over to help lift the car up and when that failed, using my brain to scheme a simple lever system to lift the car enough to fit a jack under the frame. I imagined the sweat, the pain, the time, the effort.

BEEP
, the receipt.

“Sorry man,” I said as I pulled the paper from the machine and hopped into the car. I quickly pulled out of lot with just enough time to see our bottomless lady-friend from 15 minutes earlier walk up and offer her help.

And that’s the story of the time I found out I was more selfish than a mulleted old woman with a healthy distaste for wearing pants… Wait, that wasn’t the point I wanted to get to, but I guess we’ve arrived to it nonetheless. Dammit.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Right Brain vs. Left Brain

No matter what I try, she only spins clockwise for me.

Green River Ordinance, Piece It Together

These guys, originally from Fort Worth, just signed with a major label. It's feel good music, and I like that. P.S. I edited this video.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

17th Place What An Honor!

I like the British spelling of the word honour, also colour, and theatre. Oh yeah, and my video, Anton's Adventures "In Vienna," got honored by Youtube, as the 17th most linked to video of the day:Thank you for watching the video!

Pretty Women Are Trouble

That's it really.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Anton's Adventures: "In Vienna" - Finally!

This video was shot sometime around July 1st, 2007. It takes a long time to edit these, so I've been putting it off, but I've finally edited this one for your viewing pleasure. So here it is, the first of 5 episodes from around the world, enjoy!

Turning Over a New Leaf

Into The Wild is up there at the top of my list of the most depressing films I've ever seen. And that's not to say it's not good, and I'm not saying you shouldn't go see it, just that it is a depressing movie, but who knows, maybe you're into that sort of thing, torturing yourself emotionally. The movie has a lot of beautiful views of Western North America, unspoiled land, and a few fun characters along the way. It's only semi-apparent that Sean Penn directed it.

Check back around 2pm, I'll be posting the new video blog, Anton's Adventures: "In Vienna"

Friday, October 05, 2007

Thursday, October 04, 2007

All You Need Is Love

If you were expecting a review of the film Across the Universe, a thumbs up or down, or a number of stars, I just can't do it. I don't even know if this movie had a good story. I was just so mesmerized by the Beetles' songs they sung, and how perfectly they conveyed the emotions for me, I was just happy to be in the theater. Here are some stills from the trailer that will help convey the story as I saw it:Jude, the main character, pipes of gold, Liverpool accent, lovable, British.
Yes, that's Bono, and he sings I Am The Walrus. Unbelievable.
Don't even think about the fact that she's dating Marilyn Manson, she's a sweet girl, deep down.
Vietnam, how could we?
All around cool. Just looking at the underage hipsters in the theater, I knew I was in the right place.

Ah yes, and here's the link for the film's trailer.

Jing, This Will Blow Your Mind

I know that I've ranted and raved about Google Reader, how much it's helped me to read more blogs, and I've heard the arguments against it. But watch this short video that I made for my friend Kyle to show him how. I made it using a program called Jing. I just told it what part of the screen to capture, spoke in a clear voice into my computer and "voi la." Now Kyle knows how to do it. The whole process took 5 minutes.

Be Kind Rewind

Just like the other bloggers do, I'm going to post the link to watch the trailer for Michel Gondry's new film "Be Kind Rewind." The film has all kinds of things I like, Jack Black, Michel Gondry, Mos Def, Filmmaking. Why don't they make more good movies?

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

A $200 Tire

I just found out that the flat tire that I thought I just got, turns out, has been flat for days, completely flat. The new one, costs $200, which at first I was upset about, but what kind of tire can be driven on for days when it is completely flat? Answer: A completely Bad A. tire!Really, this should be another post altogether, but after changing that tire, I feel like I really accomplished something. All I may have done was loosen and tighten some screws, but having completely the process from beginning to end, I feel better than I did before I began. I think I may have stumbled upon something profound. If I just give myself one simple task each day, that doesn't take much brain power, just a little elbow grease, perhaps I will in the process lighten my mental outlook.

I Get Fixated

I woke up this morning thinking about bikes. My friend Sarah was just telling me about a short story she was reading, wherein, in the future people lost the ability to use their lower limbs because they became so dependent on automobiles. This picture of reverse evolution works on the same principle as the Mike Judge film Idiocracy (intro). Why don't people ride bikes here? Bike lanes are almost non-existent in Dallas Fort Worth. When I was in Copenhagen Denmark in 2004, there was another raised lane, between the street and the sidewalk, made specifically for bikes. The same was true in Amsterdam. What the crap is going on!? I want one of these bikes. The first one has a drive-shaft like a car, and the second one folds in half. The bicycles are made by a Danish company called Biomega and are of course, mega expensive.
After stumbling across John Hodgman's blog (yes, the PC, of the Mac PC ads), I can't stop wanting to write "that is all," after every post.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Things I Love About The People I Secretly Admire

•How they look unflinchingly right in your eyes when they talk to you.
•How they actually listen to you when you are talking to them.
•How they get out on the dance floor and just groove.
•How they like watching sports.
•How they don't gossip.
•How they adhere to the status quo.
•How they see the good in everyone.
•How they always show up on time.
•How they do their work and don't procrastinate.
•How they still like me, despite getting to know me.

These are all things that I don't do, that certain people I know do so well, and I secretly admire them for it.

Monday, October 01, 2007