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Christine just posted this on my wall. I cannot breathe.
You keep reaching for that green light but you’re a boat against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Venn Ding Machine
Disney animator Heidi Gilbert recently put together this original animatic based on the Wicked musical in an attempt to see about having it done as an animated movie.
So. Freaking. Good.
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Episode 15- The Sound of the Artificial World
Without all the beeps and chimes, without sonic feedback, all of your modern conveniences would be very hard to use. If a device and its sounds are designed correctly, it creates a special “theater of the mind” that users completely buy into. Electronic things are made to feel mechanical. It’s the feeling of movement, texture and articulation where none exists. We talk with Sound Designer Jim McKee of Earwax Productions about the art of designing organic sounds for inorganic things.
In addition to product (and film) sound design, public radioheads may know Jim McKee from his work with the Kitchen Sisters. They are both based in the Sentinel Building in San Francisco, which makes them extra fun to visit.
Protools photo by The Cowshed.
life:
“This was the best picture I ever had taken,” Hemingway reportedly later told LIFE’s editors.
Photographer John Bryson was on assignment for a magazine other than LIFE — taking pictures of Ernest Hemingway’s wife, Mary, at their Ketchum, Idaho, home — when he took this photo of Papa kicking a can down the road.
What’s so notable, especially in retrospect, about the image is the strange combination of playfulness and — with the lowering clouds; the stark, frozen landscape — an almost palpable sense of something like doom. A year-and-a-half after Bryson took this photo, Hemingway committed suicide with a shotgun blast to the head. He was 61.
(see more iconic LIFE photos here)
LOLs. GirlieMac has defined the web via cats.
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YOU WANT TO GO TO THE BAR LATER? MAYBE MEET SOME BABES?
I CAN’T. I HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW MORNING. SHELLY CALLED OFF.
UGH. THAT’S SO GAY.
IT’S HOMOSEXUAL THAT I HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW MORNING?
NO, I MEAN IT SUCKS.
BUT YOU DIDN’T SAY IT SUCKS. YOU SAID IT WAS GAY, WHICH MEANS HOMOSEXUAL. WHEN YOU USE THAT WORD TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING UNPLEASANT IT CARRIES THAT NEGATIVE CONNOTATION WITH IT, SO WHEN YOU USE THE WORD TO DESCRIBE SOMEONE WHO’S ACTUALLY GAY THEN PEOPLE ASSOCIATE THE NEGATIVE BIAS WITH BEING GAY, THUS PERPETUATING THE STIGMA THAT THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH HOMOSEXUALITY.
YEAH, DICKHEAD, EXCEPT THAT GOING TO WORK TOMORROW WON’T ACTUALLY CREATE SUCTION IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM, UNLIKE, SAY, A VACUUM, AND FOR ALMOST 700 YEARS GAY MEANT CAREFREE AND LIVELY, OR COLORFUL AND SHOWY, NOT HOMOSEXUAL, SO PEACOCKS AND HAPPY PEOPLE COULD ARGUE AGAINST YOUR DEFINITION AS WELL. IT’S KIND OF LIKE HOW WHEN I CALL YOU A DICKHEAD FOR CORRECTING MY WAY OF SPEAKING I’M NOT ATTACHING A NEGATIVE BIAS TO THE TIP OF EVERY PENIS, EVEN THOUGH DICKHEAD LITERALLY HAS NO OTHER DEFINITION.
YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES.
HONESTLY, PETE, I WISH YOU WOULDN’T PERPETUATE THE STIGMA OF SHAME THAT SURROUNDS DEFECATION AND THE ANUS BY NEGATIVELY CONNOTING ASSHOLES WITH PEOPLE YOU DISLIKE.
