It will all be over soon

That’s what “they” said. Is there a definite timer on this thing? There is a cascade effect. Good lucky, bad lucky are the opposite sides of polarity. Polarity is magnetism. Magnetism is a force.

Your probable cause

The mofo slapped the cuffs on so tight that it took extreme effort for him to remove them from my arms after his drill was ending. His trainer commented, “how did you even get them on that tight”? 77th Division, how I have not missed you. My prior comment was “loosen the cuffs or take me in”.  Probable cause: the norm = Black man.

What irritated the most out of a long list os that they waited until I was a block away from my son’s school. I would have preferred that he observed the entire thing.

Over the last two years I have been reintroduced to so many ghosts of my youth. Some genius in her 20s called me a “ni**er” and stated that I “should still be a slave”. I literally hadn’t been called that term in 30 years. As to chattle slavery, it ended in the US legally Dec. 6, 1865, the day the 13th Amendment to the Constitution was ratified. Maybe I have some memento shit going on.

What I find now is more dumbasses think they’re smart because of autocorrecshin, search engines and the general distance that technology affords. No culpability is performance enhancing drug of entitlement. Studio gangsta need no scars.

The weirdness continues. Technology. I’m a Note user. The Note7 was announced and I’m all over it. Buy it 1st week and my already crappy economy craters. Four possible gigs dissolve. I have this bill from the carrier about to hit me then what? It turns out that the Note7 is actually an incendiary grenade! Cool. Actually not. Samsung wants all of these mofos off the playground. Man, you making me go iPhone? Vommmit.

Back to my nigra-loving girlfriend and the piglets. They actually reminded me of what my immediate struggles were detaching me. I don’t keep up with current events. Those retro manuvers returned me to the understanding of how far and how little this society has grown.

This being a phone post from my unreturned grenade, I’ll have to call it now. Takes forever to type properly. I’m not a phone tapper. Maybe the iPhone Pro will be easier to type posts.

A Head of Miles

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I’m turning my back on perspective

Expressionistic bio-pic. Obi-Won Kenobi 2.0 and Mouse do cocaine, point guns and under Cleveland for NYC. Blue-eye framing, Last King of Scotland is Burning in Mississippi. But does it get made without that format? It’s not a documentary. Good colors with an aural fixation on Sketches of Spain. My lawdy, Francine got some legs! Do I like the movie? I don’t know if liking it matters to me. It’s competent. Transformative? No, but it’s not Saldaña-Jolson‘s sequel to The Jazz Singer.

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You want me to Jack Johnson yo’ ass again, Obi-Won?

Elvis “Detroit” Mitchell and Don Cheadle dropped data: 8.5 mill, 30 day shoot. Obi-Won 2.0 loves motorcycles. I don’t know if Lenny Kravitz liked the flick; I’m bad with walking up on cats plus I was Ti-Red.  Rare set up for me.

 

I haven’t had access to shiny people in a long time and its set up was different than most screenings: WGA, Writer’s Guild. No apartheid. Everyone close enough to play hot hands. Too much fatigue soimage I hopped in the Thunderbolt Grease Slapper and autopilot-ed myself to a self-induced coma.

Woke up seeing that I had built a web site and typing in fragments. Shit, somehow I cleaned up the kitchen. I was looking for evidence of malnutrition and partial discipline. I found a renewed energy to find some new energy once I renew my energy. Didn’t find it today. Starting is easy. Finishing is difficult. Modal. Modalities. Modes. Solo. Combo. Solo.

Maybe, I didn’t have to bring up Al Jolson’s revenge. But maybe Al Jolson’s first movie was enough. It’s bad enough to have to be unnecessarily comparative “Black” film

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Veronica Mars, you gonna git baby-ed up f**king ’round like this!

versus “black face” film. I was talking about Miles right? Davis didn’t exist in a vacuum. Mouse said dude had mentioned that he would hate to have a dry documentary-style flick about him. So Mouse painted with colors and time. Marty said a House of Lies is the truth and
gave me little reason to disbelieve him. I honestly don’t feel like remembering the film but I know I saw it; I’m seeing colors today. That’s a good of a sign as any. Editing was quick chop chop in the beginning. Idiosyncratic and planned parallels as it settled. Modal. Done typing and ain’t proofreading at all.

Apple is starting to **** me off again

04:00 am, January 1st, on my final day of edit for a long term project, my production computer decided that it would not be able to face 2016 and summarily offed itself. I mean FOUR HOURS!!! into the year and the gizmo had already lost all hope. Logic board done.

Now, I’ve been up against it for a spell. It’s bad enough that 2015 was a real mofo and was grinding up people I know for dog food. That general malaise led to me not posting on this blog for awhile as I waited to see where all the pebbles would fall on the rice paper. Now, in partial vent mode, I return to the finger dancing arts with a typo-phobic rhumba that no virgin eyes should witness.

I have a stack of 6 dead Powerbooks dating as far back to the Titanium 500 mHz. The problem: Logic boards. Logic board is motherboard in Apple-speak. I’ve had at least 3 desktops bow out with terminal logicboarditis. And replacing a logic board outside of warranty is basically saying “buy a new rig, holmes” because the part itself costs so much. Know an option? Let me know. (The old PC laptop took a dump 2015 also, but that’s not a logic board issue).

It seems that maybe I work these rigs too hard but come on, 9 logic boards? But that’s what’s not getting me. I need to spec out what I can get that runs what I need. The “genius” at the Genius Bar, after taking 1.25 hours to confirm that the logic board was at issue couldn’t tell me the lowest end Mac that can push consumer level 4k. Oh how genius. The fucking Apple.com site and its award-winning UI makes it a fucking nightmare to find info on the main program that I use a Mac: FINAL CUT PRO X. Ultimately, I type in the “/finalcutpro” or do a click from a search. I’m mean what fuckery is that?!

Apple couldn’t give a flying snot about what I think as they pledge increased diversity in hiring yet exclusivity in product while oversimplifying their product line and their web site. Suck it, Apple. I fucking hate all permutations of Windows but all applications that I run of my Macs run on the PCs, too. Well, not FCP nor Logic. Plus last year for the first time in over a decade, I made all but one of my external drives Mac-only. The quantity of Terabytes that I’d have to transfer to have that data production ready returns me back to my safe word: FUCK!!!! I am a little irritated today as you might have noticed.

I lost a couple of “clients” because losing the computer in such a bad timing (post December expenditures, etc.) crippled what I could immediately do, but honestly, those people wanted the works and don’t pay like they deserve my attention. I’m much better off without them. I need to get the job done and it seems again like Apple wants to make it difficult for me to do that. I should not have to sift through a bunch of BS and a million clicks just to get to the info I want, asshats. “Macs, iCrap, OSX, Apple Software, More iGadgets and shit…” That’s my free UX consultation for you sons of Jobs. The first hit’s free.

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“I thought he would cuss a lot more than that. Should I be scared or something?”

Hit the road

Volatility below, clouds above.

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Stationary. I do not shoot the cam/phone and drive. I will hang a camera
out of a window while driving. So many extremes out there. A lot of people are really working hard but still coming up with nothing but lint. November, December are so often dead months for business. If you are the bearer of lint, you have to keep moving.
I’m finally getting around the keyboard a little better with my most recent finger fracture. So I’ll likely throw 3 other posts together so that i can keep my promise to myself and type this stuff 4x per month.

My soccer problems

Soccer doesn't understand me, either.

Soccer doesn’t understand me, either.

After the 2014 World Cup, I had a conversation with a friend’s cousin about my difficulty in getting into Premier League. No one played soccer in my neighborhood. My cousin had a sun weathered soccer ball but I don’t recall ever playing with it. We had live boxing, football, baseball and tape-delayed NBA on television. In 1982 I had an L.A. Lazers (pro indoor soccer) sticker that made it quickly to the trash can. With the influx of El Salvadorians and Nicaraguans  in the 80s I started seeing more people kick that chess ball around in the parks. Hell, I even played one game of rugby in P.E. and watched a few water polo games but there was zero soccer on my radar.

My interest in finding a team was so that I could understand the game better then disseminate the info to my boy who has been fascinated by the game since he was a toddler. Whereas I have caught a few games since that 2014 conversation, I still have not followed dude’s advice to just pick a team and follow them forever. I can’t do that. Now, I know why.

Is this game between the Wankleberry Samsungs and the Nottingham Nuttsacks? I have no idea who these hopping hooligans are.

In major American sports (baseball, basketball, football) you have obvious logo branding. I don’t follow the WNBA at all but as soon as I saw a jersey with the Statue of Liberty, I knew the team was the New York Liberty. Premier has seals. I can’t see those tiny ass emblems. I do see Emirates and a gang of race car style advertising. The only thing personal that is prominent is the name of the player. That’s great if you identify with the player but you have to follow the tradition of the team if there is no recognizable style. Yeah, they have there own color scheme and some have slight design flourishes but I really only immediately recognize Arsenal. And I recognize them more for the Puma logos. The NBA has been looking into going that road. I’ll probably watch less if they do. All that human billboard stuff bugs me. In world cup, Brazil was Brazil. US was US. “Eat at Joe’s” doesn’t inspire my sports loyalty.

Little Arsenal

Little Arsenal dragon Puma. Why do they discontinue the shoes I like?

I’m not an Anglophile. Unlike Americans who knees turn to jelly when they hear some limey accent my first thought is “where did this dude park his pirate ship?” I’ve never been to Utah but I know the Jazz. When I first started watching basketball they were the New Orleans Jazz. They changed states and I could still follow or be aware of the team. Super Sonics to the Robber Barrons… I mean the Thunder. I don’t identify with Manchester, Swansea, Ham-Ville-Shire, whatever. To my knowledge, Arsenal is not a municipality. If they moved to Lichtenstein, they could still be Arsenal. Chelsea would have to move to lower Manhattan to maintain the geography/name balance. Chelsea could be a crappy town. I don’t know. They have their traditions but I need to pick a team like a baby. “I live in Los Angeles so I like the former Minneapolis Lakers“. “I hate that Leprechaun so I want every team to stomp the Celtics.” Soccer doesn’t make it easy for me.

The Flash ready to clash

The Flash ready to clash through the 1031 casbah

Some of the jerseys have collars. Hell no. Helllll no. What’s next, bow ties and beanies? That at least allows me to eliminate teams (though I could be confusing them with a MLS team).

I hate all that damn singing/chanting. I can still watch a game despite all of that drunken pirate shit. Hell, I hate the loud ass disco of NBA games so I realize they won’t cater to me. However, I respect that people all over the world are intensely moved by the game and the atmosphere. Listening to the Men in Blazers podcast about a year before Men’s World Cup prepped me for watching World Cup.

The best thing about soccer for me is the newness. There are still huge craters in my understanding and I have trouble watching anything televised now. Last year before the season, I was thinking I was going to pick up Chelsea but they wound up winning the title and I don’t like being a front-runner aside from my Lakers legacy. I guess they are sucking this season so it would be a good time to jump on board in terms of bucking the front runner trend but bad in all other things. I saw a bumble bee team last week, Watford maybe. Prior to that I was considering giving Leicester City a try. One of the Manchesters is powder blue and that won’t do. If anyone has a club to endorse, let me know. For now, I’ll stick with my son’s fall AYSO team, the Flash. Premier League will be ready for me when I’m ready for them.

How did this get so long? Procrastination.

Production Notes: Overcooked Vegan – Episode 6

Overcooked Vegan Episode 6 is up. My frustration caught up with me for little while so I chose to only have one cooking segment this time around. That’s standard for web shows but I’ve mentioned my interest in targeting broadcast and cable in the past. Ironically enough, this episode wound up being one of the longer episodes because I got a bee in my bonnet to do a long held back product overview. I call it overview because there is little reason for me to believe my tastebuds are precision-tuned to match anyone outside of myself.

The neighbors always said that I looked like the Soy Milk Man.

The neighbors always said that I looked like the Soy Milk Man instead of my daddy.

Backing up for a second, I was prepared to upload the show Monday night but I figured I would take Tuesday to build some new animations. Instead, I decided to get rid of the clutter of empty Almond Milk boxes that I had collected for a photo project. Trash day and I was sick of looking at the things on the shelf so I got to shooting them quickly so I could feed the recycle bin. I wrote a script and realized by the time I was finished that I sounded like Joan Rivers using the baritone patch on a vocoder. My voice was super tired. So, I figured I’d catch a couple of hours of sleep then finish everything about 2 am. Nope. I started at 5 am. Screwed! It took about 3.5 hours to piece it together (voice record, edit). On the finished output I hear that I sound like Joan Rivers using the cracking tenor patch on a vocoder. So be it. That’s what I get for being anti-social for the week.

Eggplant and I are not friends but this was pretty good.

Eggplant and I are not friends but this was pretty good.

Problems: On set I let the talent leave the radio on at the beginning thinking that I was going to shoot and cut a different way. No. Don’t do that. You honestly do not know what you’re going to do in the edit so keep everything as useable as possible. The external audio device is begging to be replaced. I’m going to have to address that asap. Lastly, I have to find a definitive episode number to call it a season so I can appropriately tweak ideas and prepare for season 2.

In all, it’s still a learning experience and good production exercise while passing on decent health-related information. In doing the almond milk overview it reminded me about the carrageenan issues. It had totally slipped my mind. How I go forward with that information is thus far unknown but I’m glad I did it. Down the line, I’ll revisit the segment and re-edit to give it more pop. I’ve been out of Almond Milk since Saturday so it was funny having so many cartons but nothing to drink.

Production Notes for Overcooked Vegan Episode 5

Eat my weekend up.

Eat my weekend up.

Overcooked Vegan Episode 5 is live on the web as of Tuesday afternoon. I missed by morning launch because of Monday’s time management.

I had wound up booking the two shoots that appear on Saturday. Finalizing the times became weird but it worked out. Fortunately, April and Kelly wanted to do their shoot together so I didn’t have to do 3 that day otherwise I’d still be editing. To make the time, I basically ditched the b-cam footage. But I think I finally figured out how off the LCD is in its luma reproduction so I should be able to eyeball it better. With that I probably overcompensated pulling down the whites in post and tweaking the color. I had zero time to watch the episode before I uploaded it. If fortunate, when I review it, I won’t feel compelled to dive back in and re-upload it.

I took a couple hours off Sunday to watch the finale of that disaster called True Detective Season 2. One thing it did help was re-raise questions about the structure of this show. The integration of story, cooking and culture isn’t as fluid as I’d like it to be. But time leaves me again to call it a work in progress.

Monday led me to Olga’s Naturally. Whereas the restaurant overviews are not remotely the most important part of the show, I didn’t like the omission in episode 4. For background, I walk into these restaurants cold. I’ve only been rejected/put on pause once and only one place held any history for me as a customer. Olga’s was a spot I came across on a Yelp search. The location is impossible to find through casual driving. I stopped in post lunch rush and had the place to myself. Two sentences in my explanation the owner was all in and offered to give me a sample (full order) gratis. I negotiated that I’d pay for an entree so effectively it was a buy one get one free. This was the first time that someone saw the value in what I was doing to make such an offer and subsequently it became the 1st time that I shot the food on site. Cool. It felt like some progress in this time of growing pains.

Ultimately, the next camera needs to at least have zebras. The audio recorder needs to perform better than the on-camera mic. The monitor should kind of allow me to calibrate it. And on and on…