You may already know about this because I always assume I am behind the curve, but I read on my Publisher's Weekly comics newsletter about a social networking site, kickstarter.com, for poeple who need funds for creative projects. It includes a variety of comics writers, filmmakers, and any artist you can think of -- including some cake decorators. Not everybody is automatically accepted to the site, making it a little more exclusive. Notable entries include editorial comics guy Ted Rall who is looking to raise funds to go back to Afghanistan.
I don't see any reason why my friends who are all very talented couldn't get certain projects off the ground with the help of this site. I think it's really cool.
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Happy Birthday Cheryl!
I hope you had a very happy one! In honor of your birthday, I created a light show over Vancouver. No, really, I did. Check it out (or see pic below). It's a massive installation art piece where the artist positions high-powered searchlights in a city. People log onto the page and move the lights in a pattern for their choosing (including height and direction -- although there is a limitation because I would imagine that people would not want the lights streaming into their apartments). After creating the design, it's queued for the night and then when your turn comes, the lights move and freeze for fifteen seconds. Cameras at four different places capture the image and the site creates a webpage for you.
I heard about this on the PBS Newshour.
Anyway, I couldn't think of a fitting tribute to a (insert pun here -- 1. bright 2. shining 3. illuminating 4. generally kickass) person for her birthday.
I heard about this on the PBS Newshour.
Anyway, I couldn't think of a fitting tribute to a (insert pun here -- 1. bright 2. shining 3. illuminating 4. generally kickass) person for her birthday.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
New London has hit the big time!
Not since the city was burned by Benedict Arnold in 1781 has New London received such attention as it did this past weekend by the New York Times. Boldly, they picture the city as a cute little arts town that New Yorkers can visit. Oh, the artistic humanity!
By the by, I'm trying a new thing by NOT linking everything to Wikipedia. Let's see how long that lasts (even as I am tempted to link the word, Wikipedia, to its home page -- damn you, latent OCD!).
By the by, I'm trying a new thing by NOT linking everything to Wikipedia. Let's see how long that lasts (even as I am tempted to link the word, Wikipedia, to its home page -- damn you, latent OCD!).
Friday, January 25, 2008
All Week I've Been Writing this Blog
At least I've been writing it in my head. Been meaning to post something, especially now that I have the subscription button to the right. Have to give the people something of value for their time. (however, I am amused by the "subscribe to the Idea of Order" -- I subscribe to lots of ideas; not all of them are real).
So, I had planned a big bit about politics, but I'm not in the mood right now. Then I thought about talking about movies (what a surprise). I was also going to add to my many reasons "why I'm glad I'm not in the military" because I had to be a character witness Wednesday night for an Honor Board. But, that too, shall wait.
However, I will exclaim my reunion with Miss Moira who has popped up from Ohio to say hello. I knew this blog was good for something. I was very happy to hear from her and we have exchanged some e-mails.
What I will talk about (instead of talking about talking) was that I had a great day of teaching. Both classes were lively. My class blogs are hopping. One of their tasks was to come up with a name for their group. One decided on "dirty paper" because it came from a Carl Sandburg quote something to the effect of "I don't write poetry. I dirty paper."
I also taught them the word "scatological." I expect this to circulate in their vocabulary very soon now. It's so pleasing to have a captive audience. Teachers are, indeed, stifled comedians after all.
In one class we talked about "what is art" and then "what is good art?" and "what is great art?"
This reminded me of a statement I heard from poet and writer, James Dickey, many years ago (he gave a commencement speech at my college -- his sister-in-law worked in one of the offices). The difference between a good poet and a great poet is this:
A good poet will put something down and your reaction will be "now, I have often thought this same thing many times, but this person has a particularly nice way of saying it."
On the other hand, the reaction to a great poet is "never, in a million years, would I have ever thought about that."
I think that's a pretty insightful distinction.
So, I had planned a big bit about politics, but I'm not in the mood right now. Then I thought about talking about movies (what a surprise). I was also going to add to my many reasons "why I'm glad I'm not in the military" because I had to be a character witness Wednesday night for an Honor Board. But, that too, shall wait.
However, I will exclaim my reunion with Miss Moira who has popped up from Ohio to say hello. I knew this blog was good for something. I was very happy to hear from her and we have exchanged some e-mails.
What I will talk about (instead of talking about talking) was that I had a great day of teaching. Both classes were lively. My class blogs are hopping. One of their tasks was to come up with a name for their group. One decided on "dirty paper" because it came from a Carl Sandburg quote something to the effect of "I don't write poetry. I dirty paper."
I also taught them the word "scatological." I expect this to circulate in their vocabulary very soon now. It's so pleasing to have a captive audience. Teachers are, indeed, stifled comedians after all.
In one class we talked about "what is art" and then "what is good art?" and "what is great art?"
This reminded me of a statement I heard from poet and writer, James Dickey, many years ago (he gave a commencement speech at my college -- his sister-in-law worked in one of the offices). The difference between a good poet and a great poet is this:
A good poet will put something down and your reaction will be "now, I have often thought this same thing many times, but this person has a particularly nice way of saying it."
On the other hand, the reaction to a great poet is "never, in a million years, would I have ever thought about that."
I think that's a pretty insightful distinction.
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