Saturday, November 29, 2008

My Angel.

My son is a vomiting angel.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Joke about paint.

This week I read this joke:

"What's blue and smells like red paint? Blue paint."

This is either the dumbest joke I've ever read, or the most brilliant.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Student Reflection on "Shoes."

I had my video production class write a reflection on "Shoes," which can be seen on YouTube.com. The project tends to elicit strong reactions, but the reaction I got from one student really stood out:

"First of all I just want to say that I can not believe you made us watch that mess and that I felt like I was getting dumber each second I watched it, so thanks for that. The director did a good job making the video look as dumb as the song sounded. He avoided a few jump cuts by switching from one object to another and then back again. The scenes went with the beat or lack thereof of the song. To me it seemed like the whole video followed all the rules we have discussed in class except maybe that all the shots seemed to be medium shots. I don’t think changing the kinds of shots would have made the video any better though so that doesn’t matter. Since the song was stupid it only made sense that the shots be of stupid things and almost seem to have no order. Especially towards the end it seems as though the shots are just of random things in a random order with no real point to them, just like the song. I have nothing else to say about this assignment because I am still angry that you made us watch this video."

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Good and Bad Drafts.

I think one of the best ways to write a good draft is to start with a bad draft. So, I am writing a bad draft of a new manuscript.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Typing.

All of my computers clack now. I have set up my two Macs and my office PC with software that makes the keyboard keys clack like a typewriter when I type. My PC even dings when I hit return.

I feel like this noise gives me more weight when I write. It's like I'm waging war against a blank screen, and each clack of the keys is like a gunshot that spills ink on the page.

Good writing should make a lot of noise.