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Moving out of Frown Town
“It’s Not Love” – Brady Earnhart
Brady Earnhart, brilliant musician and professor, has a new song. And I got to make the music video! In beautiful HD glory:
(You might want to pause and wait for it to load. HD is cranky like that.)
On the Fence
Finally done with my final group project for Anand Rao’s visual rhetoric class! You can find it here. Click on the “LAUNCH” button (or the image above it) to watch the video, and on the photos to enlarge them.
TEASER:
UMW students are–in general–pretty apathetic, except when they get riled up about silly things like this. Most of the “news segment” is scripted, all is exaggerated.
Blackbeard doll – finished!
Blackbeard, the cuddly version
For my final project in the “Pirates of the World” class here at UMW, I’m making a Blackbeard doll. He’s mostly done, with the (very important) exception of his overcoat, bandolier, pistols, hat, and a couple of other pirate-y things.

After I'd made the shirt.

Made the eyes and cute button nose from Sculpey. You can't see it, but there's a hole running horizontally through each eye, and vertically through the nose so I could sew them on later.

His wig, just after completion. Found a fantastic, really easy method of making yarn doll wigs. I later made his beard and mustache the same way.

Beard, hair, mustache, eyes, nose, and eyebrows are all sewn securely onto him. At the urging of concerned friends, I also made him pants. Which won't matter, because his overcoat will cover them up.

Note that there are three different sizes of braids. Historically, Blackbeard was really vain about his facial hair and usually had ribbons braided into his beard, along with slow-burning fuses to freak people out. Don't worry, I'm not forgetting those đ

He looks furious all the time, but especially when hugged.
Risky Mermaid
Back to my old habits of trading sleep for video editing. Mashup of “Risky Business” and “The Little Mermaid” for Anand Rao‘s visual rhetoric class.
Enjoy!
Listen, you!
[Written for Creative Nonfiction class this week.]
There are many awe-inspiring things in this world. The icy slopes of Mount Everest, sunset over the Grand Canyon, a whole school of humpback whales leaping out of the water, the Great Wall of China, Quentin Tarantinoâs ego. The sight of Jim Groom reclining in his office chair, feet on desk and glasses askew, eclipses these by far. The leaning tower of Pisa doesnât hold a candle to Jimâs one-armed leaning glasses, the kind of glasses that only come into being after one too many violent encounters with an overzealous two-year-old.
Despite the throngs of women who throw themselves at his feet during his arduous three-minute walk from the parking lot to work, Jimâs only passion is for WordPress. Yes, Jimâs lover, his grail, his Achillesâ heel is an online blogging platform. The man is a whirlwind of typing fingers and crazed mutterings, breathing in the Internet and exhaling words on a web page.
Someone in the office mentions their morning, and Jim starts singing about it in a loud New York accent, fingers never leaving the keyboard. Clearly a master composer, he invents dozens of new songs, with lyrics like âWordPress, oh WordPressâ and âWhy havenât you read my blog yetâ. Jim Groom is also a wonder of multitasking. He can blog, smoke his favorite cigarettes, argue with passers-by, and eat a meatball sub, all at the same time. In fact, Jim can blog during almost any activity, and does.
Jimâs website is bavatuesdays, a treasure trove of 1950âs horror film discussions, web tutorials, and humble self-reflection. On most days, he writes around five blog posts, but has been known to break fifteen. He has the endurance of twenty marathon runners and the daring of the worldâs greatest explorers, the focus of a surgeon and the smile of an angel. To keep up his energy, Jim Groom subsists on a hearty diet of New York pizza and Dr. Pepper.
Man or god? Maybe weâll never know. Jim Groom is a cautionary tale, a joke, a trend. Jim Groom is an insult. Jim Groom is an incentive. Jim Groom is a role model, a bad influence, an ideology. Jim is pizza snobbery and alarming enthusiasm. Jim is the eighth wonder of the world.
Maybe one day you decide to see this champion, this legendary creature for yourself. Youâll sit in my office chair, with only a large Macintosh computer between Jim and yourself. You notice his beat-up UCLA Bruins cap, his yellow plaid shirt, his scruffy beard, and you can hardly breathe. And then he stares at you through those crooked, thick black glasses rims, and you think âOh, God. Have I blogged yet today?â
âListen you,â heâll say. âHave you been reading the Bava?â You realize with horror that you have not, in fact, kept up with Jimâs blog as faithfully as you should have. Maybe you duck down behind the iMac, hoping that heâll be distracted by the newest Internet phenomenon. Always persistent in the face of adversity, he asks you again,
âDid you read my blog today?â
âUm⌠no, sorry,â you whisper.
âWhy not?â
âI didnât have time!â You almost burst into tears, but Jim Groom does not accept excuses.
âGo read it now.â You nod obediently, and sink back behind the computer screen.
âHippie.â Jim mutters, and eats another slice of pizza.
Photograph by D’Arcy Norman via Flickr.
Paris, Final Week