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July 2nd, 2011

This summer, I am starting a series of hand-drawn animated short films and need your help.

The idea is simple - send me the story of your most important time when you've had your heart broken and I will create a hand-drawn short film about it.




Why?
Break-ups are universal and, whilst they often suck at the time, after a while you reach a point where you can say you're over it, and you're better, and that's pretty great. By documenting a many different break-ups as possible, maybe we can create a sense of solidarity in heartbreak.
I want to show that painful things can be beautiful, and that complicated things can be stripped down to their very basics.
Also, hearing stories of other people's romances is pretty fun.

So what do I need from you?
If you feel comfortable with it, please send me (privately, via comments on my LJ, or via Tumblr AskBox) the story of your most meaningful break-up. It can be as long as description as you like (the better I can understand what happened, the less chance I have of misrepresenting your story), but I will only make a short (~1 minute) film with the bare bones of the story.

This might be a long-term relationship or marriage; it could be a week-long holiday fling; it may not have been a relationship at all, but a missed opportunity, a lost pet or anything, anything. This might be a story from years ago that you have since gotten over, this might be a story from yesterday that still makes you cry. Whatever you feel comfortable with telling, but a story that means something to you.

(DISCLAIMERS: This is entirely non-profit and is created mostly because I want to have a distraction. I will not use real names if you do not wish me to (if so, please say or provide fake names to begin with). I will share online the videos that are made. These will be public to everyone.)

THANK YOU!
and please spread the word (if on Tumblr, please reblog)

February 25th, 2011

Also.

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Just realised that I've been all Friend's Only on this for a while, so this is me proving I'm still alive both to strangers and to people who are already actually friends with me here, but haven't seen an update in a while...  

August 30th, 2009

I'm planning a thing

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I'm plotting to make a thing, but I need some additional ideas so I'm hoping you guys can help me out.

I just need some answers to this question:

If you have, or have ever had, or might have, one of those pin-up cork noteboards, what kind of things would be/are pinned on it?

THaaaanks.

April 30th, 2009

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So IMDb reports: "Kids in Slumdog Millionaire Still Living In Slums."

I don't really get this.
Kids who weren't in Slumdog Millionaire are still living in slums. Is it that we're just so surprised that this could still happen to kids who have been to the Oscars? 

I'm not trying to be all soapboxy. I don't have a particular message to Get Out There. Is it because the children have been in a Hollywood film that that makes them better than they were before they were in the film and, consequently, they shouldn't have to live in slums anymore?

I'm just trying to get my head around this. Nobody should have to live in slums, right? Maybe everyone living in poverty should be in films.

They should all have been extras in 300.

I am solving poverty, right here.

This is ground-breaking shit.

March 1st, 2009

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Been to three gigs this week - and have future tickets for Casiotone For The Painfully Alone and Van Morrison playing Astral Weeks in April.

This week it's been Neko Case, Fleet Foxes and Emmy the Great.

Fully necessary for everyone to at least check out Neko Case's new album, out on the 3rd. Whole thing is on her myspace page: www.myspace.com/neko case

"The next time you say 'forever', I will punch you in the face."

I have an essay to write and a big meal to construct.

February 22nd, 2009

What movie, whether it was nominated by the Academy or not, gets your personal vote for Best Picture of 2008?
Wall.E

Obv.

February 8th, 2009

I've kind of been slightly successful in keeping my shit together so far.

I've only missed three lectures so far, and I've caught up on one of them. I've only been sick from drinking once since the start of term (and that wasn't even at uni).

I'm in control of my finances.

I have a bath every day.

Shall I ask a question?

Listen, livejournal friends. I don't mean to be a totally unresponsive twat. I do want to communicate with you but I feel as though I've not really done that so much recently. I 'd like to. But I havenmt'.

I will ask you a question

What is your favourite thing to do in London? (Theoretically or otherwise.)

And I will put in on my list to do of things to do. We don't do much here. We have a world of opportunity to do things here, in the capital city, and we don't do much at all.

Today, we got up at half 12, ate a superlate brunch at 3pm and went to Brick Lane to trawl the Rough Trade store for good CDs and stuff. Then I had to get back for a party that I got bored of at about 11ish and went roaming the basement corridors of my halls trying all the locked doors to weird cupboards. Then a person from my course found me and we drank ginger wine and whisky and then tea in his room until about half an hour ago. And that;'s a really fucking productive Saturday for me.

Essentially, I did nothing.

What is your favourite thing to do?

I have all this stuff that I could do and I don't do it.

I suppose this isn't restricted to here alone. I suppose this isn't restricted to social activities and stuff. We don't much at all.

I don't really know why I'm posting this at all. Hey, I really don''t want to seem like self-important shit. That's the stuff I hate the most.

Maybe not the most.

I bought all these CDs   I don't know very well, today. I'm listening to things I've never hear d before. Does that count as doing something?

Please don't brush this off as pretentious wanktalking if you genuinely think you not really doing the things you want to do.

This is stupid.

I'm sure you don't have to be an idealistic (slightly drunk, okay) self-important student to think that it's not acceptable to not being trying to make more of yourself if you're not happy.

That, surely, is fucking wrong. As if you even get another opportunity to do it properly next time anyway?

Hey, I hope this doesn't sound self-important,. or drunk.

I've been more self-important before this. I've been more drunk.

How many words is this?
 Probably quite a few. Okay I'm done. I;m going to bed.

But really, though.







January 5th, 2009

Oh boy, this sure is the newest year I've seen in a while.

This year, I vow to Get My Shit Together.

I shall do this in several ways, such as actually doing the things I intend to do when I intend to do them and to not lose my lecture notes by throwing them everywhere as a joke that nobody finds amusing. Also, take lecture notes. Also, attend things. Also, don't be shit with money.

I shall follow the words of Geoff Boycott.


"So when you get up in the morning, what do you do? You get out of bed properly. And that means all the way out of it - get right out of the bed. No half measures; you must get your whole body out of the bed: right out from under the sheets, right off the mattress, until you're standing up. You won't get anywhere slouching about half-out of bed.

Do you seriously think that people here wouldn't notice if you were only half out of the bed? Come on - wise up! 

Did I walk out to bat when I was half-asleep or half-out of bed? Of course not.

I bloody well didn't. 

Remember: the best technique is to look at that bed and then try and get as far away from it as possible."


A desired 2009 to any still looking this way.

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August 8th, 2008

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And I went right on ahead and did it again.

Entering into my last week of work, I hit up the ol' Covent Garden Fopp with a Co Worker (my rather awesome boss, actually) to just go nuts. Fopp pretty much blows my mind everytime. And, even if it is now secretly powered by The Man, HMV's buying of Fopp has proved to be one of the greatest things for me and my discount card. I bought the following:

Sufjan Stevens - Greetings From Michigan (The Great Lake State)
Sufjan Stevens - Illinois
Sufjan Stevens - Seven Swans
Neko Case & Her Boyfriends - Furnace Room Lullaby
Micah P. Hinson and the Gospel Of Progress
Camera Obscura - Underachievers, Please Try Harder
Nico - Chelsea Girl
The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
Bjork - Vespertine
Death Cab For Cutie - Transatlanticism
Patrick Wolf - The Magic Position
Cat Power - What Would The Community Think?
(Various) compiled by Grandaddy - Below The Radio
Bonnie 'Prince' Billy - Master and Everyone
Elliott Smith - From a Basement On The Hill
Modest Mouse - Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Love - She Comes In Colors
Mercury Rev - All Is Dream
Grandaddy - The Sophtware Slump
Cat Stevens - Teaser and the Firecat
Herman Dune - Mas Cambios
Neil Young - On The Beach
Neil Young with Crazy Horse - Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
The 13th Floor Elevators - The Psychedelic Sounds Of The 13th Floor Elevators

All in the all, the whole thing was not as epic as Oxford Circus Day, but the total saturation of greatness in that relatively small shop was just The Bomb. I am going to miss this discount in a really serious and painful way.

Not only am I headed into my final week of work, but it's also pretty much my final week in the country until mid-September, so I'll catch all the rest of you clowns on the flipside.

July 17th, 2008

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So Belgium was really quite cool and Radiohead was awesome and Neil Young was entirely excellent, despite playing mostly songs from his newer, crapper albums, and Beck was great, despite being a Scientologist.

Slightly smaller band that rocked more than was predicted: DeVotchKa. They were first on at about quarter to 1 in the afternoon, before people really had started drinking properly, and everyone was really into it. They are a lively bunch.

Max unfortunately broke his ankle a few days before we went, though, which sucked somewhat, but we got given a wheelchair at the festival and we all had a time. Also, we met a lot of total winners, including this one guy - oh wait, now I'm pretty much launching into a full and rambling story because I've suddenly woken up tenfold and wish to tell this story.

Okay, so basically our plan was to go to Brussels a day early and hang out in the town before going to the festival the next day (and also to stay in Bruges for the day after the festival), and basically we're total travel n00bs (lolz) anyway because we didn't think it'd be necessary to book a hostel or anything for when we got there. By the way, guys - totally necessary.

For a really long time, it really looked like we'd have nowhere to stay. Which wouldn't be quite so bad, if Max didn't have the ol' ankle. We pretty much set up some form of base camp in front of the first hostel to reject us, whilst Poppy, Guy and I dumped our bags with the others and ran off to find places to stay.

In the end, we found that a campsite on the edge of the town (in a church garden, I suspect) had some space, so we headed there buswise. To get to this campsite, you have to walk through the European Parliament grounds, so we were doing that when this man - a suited, white-bearded member of the European Parliament - started talking to us. I guess we probably looked lost or stupid. (We were maybe the latter, but we were not lost, probably.)

Anyway, he explained to us how to get to the campsite and chatted to us about what our plans were and that. He gave us this a little tiny, tiny book of the Charter of Fundamental Rights in the EU and sent his assistant off to get more of these little books, and talked with us about how Britain saw the EU and how the rest of Europe saw Britain. And it was really cool, and he was the friendliest guy, all joking about and suchlike. He gave us his business card, and it turns out he was one of the founders of the Green Party in Germany, which seems like a kind of cool thing to me.

So yeah. We wandered off and that, and had an awesome time.

Also, I had my hair cut at Poppy's request, in the style she explained to the hairdresser whilst I sat there feeling awkward. I'm starting to really like it though.







Hey, and I handed in my notice yesterday. In one month, I will no longer be HMV's bitch. This fills me with mixed emotions.
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