So I was sleepily browsing who knows what on the internet and stumbled on a site called Prelinger Archives. It’s basically a collection of old movies, ads, propaganda, and other generally derelict footage that probably would have been lost forever otherwise. A lot of it is from the 40’s-50’s-60’s, which really clicked with me since I’d been watching a lot of TCM at the time. I started to think about maybe doing a YouTube video that incorporated some of that footage.
Whenever I was listening to my iPod I kept an eye out (ear open? mind…well whatever) for a song that might work with something from Prelinger. ‘They Won’t Have Me’ by The Indigo Girls with all it’s imagery of old farmers and new subdivisions seemed like it would be fun to try. I wasn’t sure if it would actually pan out, but it turned out to be pretty easy. A few minutes of searching came up with all sorts of footage of farms, farmers, suburbia, and even the Subdivision Man lol. Awesome. I need to do more of this in 2009.
The video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=It-ryeOjR24
Feb 06, 05:54PM PST | 0 comments
The relay was great, this was the first time that I stayed for the whole 24 and it was a lot of fun.
Our team sold ‘lap trackers’ to help people count how far they walked during the Relay. The best part about the whole thing was that I got to meet a lot of awesome people :). I posted some pictures and blogged about it…
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=53239722&blogID=406196433
Jun 22, 2008, 06:37PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.
The barn opposed across the way,
That would have joined the house in flame
Had it been the will of the wind, was left
To bear forsaken the place’s name.
No more it opened with all one end
For teams that came by the stony road
To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
And brush the mow with the summer load.
The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.
Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,
And the aged elm, though touched with fire;
And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;
And the fence post carried a strand of wire.
For them there was really nothing sad.
But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,
One had to be versed in country things
Not to believe the phoebes wept.
Jun 06, 2008, 03:14PM PDT | 0 comments
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