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Today's video is dedicated to my friend Askme, who hates needles and could use some cheering up. Hey, at least it wasn't you getting stuck today!
brucine (broo'-seen), 1) n. Pharm., Chem. a bitter, poisonous alkaloid, C23H26N2O4, obtained from the nux vomica tree; 2) n. Bruce Bortin's 'low-impact' weblog
My friend Mr X has a one hour movie on an external hard drive on his iMac that he wants me to work on. We've been trying for over a week to get the file from his computer to mine. We keep on trying things that don't work.
Next, we're gonna put all the bits in a gunny sack, tie it to a badger, and give it a swift kick in the soft underbelly.
Yeah. That'll work.
A brief review of The Overcoat at ACT in San Francisco. We went to the preview last night; it opens some time in the coming week.
The play is based on a short story by Nikolai Gogol. It is wordless, presented in dance, to music by Dimitri Shostakovich. Sounds dreadful, nyet?
Nyet! Ochein horosho! The sets and the lighting were great. The dancing was energetic, no more narrative than it needed to be, and not at all prissy or humorless. The fact that there was no speaking was extra-great. This show had a lot of heart.
Here's what I thought:
Two big thumbs up, people! Imaginative & entertaining.
My video camera has been having tape-transport problems, and as I can't seem to get a straight answer out of Canon about how to go about returning it to them for repairs, I've had to resort to finding somebody local to tackle the job. I spent all day yesterday in Berkeley, trying to attain access to the repair guy at a small electronics shop so that I could sort out the problem with him.
This never happened, so I've got to go back to Berkeley today. To bring them the tape that they made me take away from the shop on Thursday, when I first brought the camera in. Feh.
While I was hanging out yesterday, I met Peter for lunch, I went to the museum for a while, I hung out on campus, and sat in a cafe, reading THE Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again). Great book. It was out of print for a long time, but Harcourt just republished it.
In it, Andy talks about his tape recorder. "Nothing was ever a problem again, because a problem just meant a good tape, and when a problem transforms itself into a good tape it's not a problem any more."
Well, I'm no Andy Warhol, so today's tape isn't all that great. Also, Andy never talked about what happens when the problem is a problem with the tape recorder.
The skin on the top of the right half of my head has been sore & tender for the last week. I don't know what it is; I don't know why. Since it's on the top of my head, I don't know what it looks like, either, so last night I snapped a photo of it so that I could get a look.
Well, you know how it goes. You upload the day's shots from your camera, and their thumbnails are displayed alongside all the other photos that you've taken this month, right? So at that scale, my bald shiny pate looked really similar to some of the photos of Dan's lamps from the DeYoung shoot. Hmmpff.
They're still going strong with the patio demolition. This morning, I had to get away. I escaped to my local coffee house, and was delighted to find a comfy sofa, a huge double espresso, and an unnamed trio playing some laidback jazz.
Right there, 9:30 in the AM.
1428 Alice St.
Peaceout, you anonymous jazz guys!
...and a tip of the hat to Negativland. Christianity is stupid. Communisim is good!
They're doing an upgrade to the common patio space right outside my window at our apartment complex. Today, demolition of the extant concrete floor of the space began. Those guys are really doing hard work. Esos individuos realmente están haciendo el trabajo duro.
It's very loud.
Es muy ruidoso.
This video is a short interview with the artist, Philip Geddes, and I hope I've spelled that right.
Just ran across this piece this morning. It looked like it had been installed very recently. Construction looks like thinset mortar over an ad-hoc armature.
It's located where 22nd St meets Franklin -- right near Broadway. This puts it fairly close to 21 Grand & Mamabuzz; it wouldn't surprise me if somebody in that circle had a hand in this piece. Probably not Justin Artifice, though. It just doesn't look like their work to me. Less polished and aggressively social commentaryish.
The figure is pointing nearly due West, toward Broadway.
My little French niece, Djeneba, has just gotten into riding ponies in a big way. I don't think they have cowgirls in France, but we sure got 'em here in California, so today Mary & I went out to the Fruitvale neighborhood for a cowgirl hat.
This is a short video that I made to send along with the hat, along with a copy of an Annie Oakley animation that I got out of the library.
Barbara Harris Bortin
October 13, 1922 -- August 16, 1998
PS or NB: Yahrzeit = Anniversary of death
I'm doing a short documentary of my friend Dan the Glassblower, and his project making the lamps for the cafe at the new DeYoung Museum in San Francisco, Golden Gate Park. The other day, Dan & I went out to the site to shoot the installed lamps--it was a beautiful, foggy, Golden Gate Park dusk and evening, and the lamps looked great.
Here's a rough cut of the onsite segment of the video. It has problems, especially with the audio, of which there's too much braying Bruce in there, and not enough input from shy retiring softspoken Dannnyboy. We'll work it out. Open to suggestions.
A lighthearted look at rampant catastrophic ulcerating consumerism.
From about a year ago. Just seeing if I can figure out how to get the video to play via the blog. Bear with me for a moment...
All hail archive.org
Yesterday was Mary's birthday. We took BART to Fruitvale, and then rode across the Tilden drawbridge to Alameda.
We rode & rode & rode. Had a nice lunch at the Pasta Pelican's Rusty Scupper's Fo'c'sle's Poopdeck's Keelhauler's Matey's Galley.
What a lovely day.