Category: essay
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Story XP x3
I’m embarking on my third go around with Story Experiential, the online course from the makers of Pixar in a Box, that shares how to make your own story reel using the same methods they teach at Pixar. I wrote a guest blog article for them that you can read here. And my story reel,…
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star trek next generation is bad at social distancing
Last night I watched a rerun of Star Trek The Next Generation and couldn’t help but notice how bad the entire crew was at social distancing. And I guess that’s how this works, right? Our brains adapt and now movies and television, and maybe comics that were made before the coronavirus just looks, wrong, somehow.…
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my first moc, part 2
If you’re like a lot of people, you’re stuck at home, and maybe feeling a little anxious about the world around us. Many, (most?) of us haven’t been in a situation like this before and we’re all just trying to get through it best we can. So if you’ve got some free time, dig out…
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building my first moc part 1
Little Guy is in to Lego, so now I’m in to Lego. And I’m probably more in to Lego than he is. All of this began with me watching his sets that he had gotten for Christmas or for birthdays, and we had so carefully built together, slowly disintegrate back into the box of all…
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paper airplane
It’s 630 am and I just folded a paper airplane for little guy. He brought a page torn from a small activity book, set the it down on the desk and asked me to make him an airplane. There was a scribble of green and orange crayon, and a torn corner on the page that…
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digging ‘journey to the microcosmos’
Digging the new YouTube show Journey to the Microcosmos. It’s incredible. A… celebration of observation. Every choice the creators have made, from onscreen font selection, to Andrew Huang’s unobtrusive ambient music, to Hank Green’s subdued; though still enthusiastic; narration, allows the viewer to focus on James Weiss’ cinematography of the microcosmos. And it’s Weiss’s cinematography,…
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birdsong
I walked on the grey sidewalk back to the parking lot of the physical rehab facility where they were trying to get my mom’s body back in shape, even as the cancer continued to consume her, to consume everything, when I heard it: a bird song so clear and melodic that I stopped to find…