4.15pm Bank Holiday Monday - it seems there's been a biological at tack on London by an evil northern mastermind...
I was just answering Trine's thesis questions about what prompts me to post... and how audience-focussed I am.
for a long time i've wanted to post more simple snapshots of things i see and like.
but i've been afraid of putting up stuff that's too inconsequential... and boring you.
anyway, i was thinking all this just as i was passing the corner of our road, with the pillar (post) box lit up bright red in the sun... and i just pressed Record and stayed still.
A car came past with bass thumping so loud it set off another car's alarm, then a third car raced round the corner. and a man with crutches hobbled past.
Then i pressed stop. It was just 20 seconds of nothing... but it captured something about our neighbourhood. like a flickr snapshot... but moving.
the more i vlog from my phone, the more open i am to the world around me and the more moments i have like this.
And I've realised that i'm starting to go out looking for them. so, instead of things happening to me that prompt me to post, i'm actively starting to look for things to post.
it's helping me enjoy this city... a place I've HATED living for the last 10 years. So in a small but significant way, it's changing my life.
WHY I'M NOT SORRY IF I BORED YOU TODAY:
finally, what I'm also realising is that if I post short pieces everyday, I can put all sorts of things up here that will appeal to all sorts of people at different times. which was my aim in setting it up - to share any and all moments from my life that i felt i wanted to share.
That's one of the beautiful things about this medium, as opposed to TV. You don't have a limited timeslot in which you MUST appeal to the maximum number of people.
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This is a promo I've made for Pixelodeon, shot in Paris yesterday. We went for a couple of days for our 5th wedding anniversary. It was amazing. My phone ran out of battery, so I had to wait to come home to cut and post this.
I'm having a few vids screened at Pixelodeon and, um, now I'm going.
I don't know if you can tell from this video, but I'm excited.
Pixelodeon web video festival, 9/10 June 2007 at the American Film Institute, Hollywood. Pixelodeonfest.com
Music is The Sex Pistols: Anarchy in the UK. Lyrics here
i can now never hear the Pistols or the word Anarchy without thinking 'Vlog Anarchy', a post by Verdi in 2005 - check it out.
Sorry about the low resolution for the first few seconds - there's no way of letterboxing it.
UPDATE: Lloyd trumped Martin and me with this fantastically depressing display of the power of intelligent marketing: Internetworld 2007 suckfest
ALSO (where's all this text coming from, all of a sudden?): I've had requests for three different films to be screened at the Pixelodeon Fest this summer (www.pixelodeonfest.com), and two of them are for films from my old phone at 170x120 resolution.Â I wonder what they'll look like on the big screen...
Her brother Henry, who runs the Leon chain of fast healthy food restaurants, was being interviewed on Smooth FM and they played the first track from the album.
It's the first airplay it's had, so Amy and I listened in while Kate was out having fun somewhere. When the song finishes, it's like she's leaving the house...
PS Thanks for your well wishes about my pus. The doctor said he'd never seen Hand Foot & Mouth Disease in an adult before - and quarantined me for a week. It hurts less now and doesn't look so bad, so I've taken off the plastic bag, but I'm tired and bored and feeling a bit low so I'm going to take a bit of a break from things like Twitter and the Yahoo videoblog group so i don't sit here all day writing more stir crazy rubbish. Blogger's remorse...