Oxford Film Festival 2009

After an agonizingly long and trying period of time in which I felt driven to the very brink of sanity, I finally have the CalDigit RAID Card installed in the Mac Pro and the drives formatted. So the consensus I found on the forums is pretty accurate: getting it in and getting it to work can be brawl but once the bastard has been vanquished, it hums nicely. Now maybe I can actually finish something.

Still working on this godforsaken animated short but coming up for air long enough to check out Owen McAuley’s show at the D Berman Gallery tonight. This is some beautiful, atmospheric painting (and drawing) with a distinctly cinematic tone. There’s something about growing up in Eastern Washington that seals a kind of mystery and loneliness somewhere into the back of your mind.

I worked at a large New York advertising agency with Andrew Tucci and Ken Kitch, and, as anyone who’s worked in that kind of environment can attest, shit can get pretty funny. Not merely har-har-knee-slapping funny, but the dark kind where you find yourself cradling your head as it shakes slowly back and forth, silent obscenities playing across your lips. When you bear some responsibility, no matter how small, on foisting those AT&T commercials featuring Carrot Top upon a jelly-eyed viewing public, the duplicity and cynicism can start its corrosive hemorrhage into your soul. This right here makes everything heal up a little better. God bless those boys.