Another Close Shave

What's better than one posted video featuring the scooter my wife gave me for my birthday over a month ago? How about two videos featuring the scooter my wife gave me for my birthday over a month ago. Have at it...

Peace out.

Subtlty Can Be Great

Jolene and I rented Michael Clayton last night and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I think what was so exceptional about it was that it successfully told its story in a very understated manner (by comparison of the standard fare of explosions, jittery cinematography, and skin). I think the film was scripted and shot in a way so as to put the lion's share of the responsibility to capture the audience on the backs of the cast. They sure captured me.

I get so ramped up by movies that END well. Michael Clayton ends with a static shot facing George Clooney's character sitting in the back of a NYC cab as it drives in daytime traffic; primary credits are shown one by one in the lower right as Clooney looks ahead, out the window, all with amazing facial expression that effectively lets us know he is deeply engaged with internally debriefing all that has just happened. A soft, melancholy piano driven music bed pulses gently in and out with delicate chords. The scene runs about 3 minutes- just enough, but not too much that it gets old.

Rated R, for some F-bombs (used believably, not gratuitously)

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LOST Home Movies

Courtesy of my favorite LOST beat reporter: Jeff "Doc" Jensen of Entertainment Weekly!

Part I

Part II

Nabbed!

Saturday morning was as good as any time to get up early and snap some pics of downtown McKinney for class. Actually it was a much better time than most- sunny, crisp air, really interesting shadows, beautiful. I must have been in the zone- I ended up wandering into this back alley that had ivy-coated brick walls, and a rusty old metal staircase...

"Hello?" I heard behind me. I turned around in horror; jiggers, the cops! Who knows how long he had been watching me (maybe) trespassing...he asked me what I was up to, another squad car even pulled up, and he called them off, "taking pictures for a class!" I think they were a bit annoyed. Anyhow, the pictures turned out ok, I wish I knew more about light settings and such, like my talented friend Mike [check out the B Roll].

The Tables Have Been Turned

You know you're getting older when any one of several things start to happen. Getting a job, getting gray hair, losing hair, growing hair in your ears and nose, etc. Well, I can now add another thing to the list...

Last week when we were pulling up to our driveway, we noticed a couple young men (pushing 7 at the most) were turning away from our front door before clumsily taking off on their bikes. Yep, that's right we had witnessed the other side of a fumbled ding-dong ditch attempt on our own house.

Although it made me feel somewhat old, we immediately laughed our heads off. The sheer look of terror on their little faces as they saw our car pulling up to the house- hilarious.

It made me wonder- back in my days of similar tom-foolery, was I so blatantly obvious when from my perspective I felt completely clever?