June 29, 2009
Home, Home, Home...
Just about 48 hours to go 'til we hit the friendly skies.
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June 24, 2009
Big Week
1. I got into the executive MBA program I wanted to get into
2. I won tickets to see the White Rabbits at the Bluebird on Friday
3. I passed up a chance to lie in a hyperbaric chamber
4. I finally found a bathing suit I like
5. I signed up for my first (ZOMG) "dance" (ZOMG) class (ZOMG)
6. I ate on the patio at Dozens, which was excellent
7. I was hired by Rick as an unpaid landscaping intern
8. I ate the first snow pea out of my garden
9. I had a few cigarettes and then made Mat take the pack away
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The Internet Has So Many Beautiful Treats
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Post It Post
This is my senior project at Savannah College of Art and Design. Where my idea comes from is that every time when I am busy, I feel that I am not fighting with my works, I am fighting with those post-it notes and deadline. I manipulating the post-it notes to do pixel-like stop motion and there are some interactions between real actor and post-its.
Directed by Bang-yao Liu
Music by Röyksopp
Sound design by Shaun Burdick
Actor: Chun-yao Huang
Thanks to the precious Mz. Porcelain for the link!
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June 23, 2009
Five-Word Movie Review Tuesday
Completely bored. Completely disappointed. Wah.
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June 22, 2009
Captain Curtains
Part of the excitement/trauma of turning my bathroom into a b&w paradise is figuring out what color shower curtain to get. After much (two-three minutes) thought, I realized that neither a black and white NOR a colored curtain would do. The former? Too stark. The latter? Too clashy. Indeed, I need fabric that incorporates all of those elements. The Black. The White. The Color. And naturally, what I need is not found in your traditional "stores" or "marketplace."
So, of course, choosing the path less taken has led me to figure I should buy some fabric and make the durned thing myself.
And by "myself," I mean bring the fabric to Angela with a plaintive look on my face and a couple of pints of Sweet Action in my arms. Don't be fooled by the picture above. My prowess is still somewhere in the drunken orangutan zone. But you know what they say, lock a drunken orangutan in a room with 100 typewriters and he'll eventually sew couture.
Hi Angela.
Here's a thought.
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