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Post archive for ‘Life’

From Here to Awesome: Independent Film & The Problem

Arin Crumley writes of his participation in a new independent film project, From Here to Awesome, aimed at solving the problems independent filmmakers face both in finding distribution and in maintaining intimacy with their audience. Their first video is a short manifesto and worth watching.
If you’re unfamiliar with Arin Crumley, check out his debut film, [...]

Untitled by Zack Crockett

The following short story by Zack Crockett was originally published in the UC Davis California Aggie on February 8, 2008:
“Hey! Hey, you kid!” A man in slippers bowleggedly strode from behind the complex. Kid turned around. “You there! What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m painting this wall,” replied the kid, lifting the brush over his [...]

suggesting of sex

I’m eavesdropping on a guy making suggestive but insecure comments to a girl. It’s downright annoying. I wish people would just fuck each other already.

That game of Children

When I was little I used to play all day with Liza, the girl who lived next door. The two of us would play tennis in the street until it was too dark to play, and then we’d wait until the next day to play again. Once, we packed crackers into a backpack along with [...]

I was stupefied momentarily

I was in the bathroom at the student center for my university and I heard somebody throwing up enclosed behind a stall. My heart went out and I wanted to offer a paper towel to the pair of dirty white gym shoes knelt by the toilet. Unexpectedly the door opened and an old man, homeless [...]

http://littlerage.tumblr.com/ sometimes. (re: The Mice)

” I can’t get laid because everyone is dead.”

You can tell how drunk you are by trying to crack eggs.

There’s something about airports, parks, cafes, and the public space which serves itself well to fresh thoughts.

Special thanks to Marco who featured this photo of mine on his blog.

Waiting for Feelings to Pass

Within an hour of being back in Davis, I felt emotionally disoriented. I felt happy to be back, and see people again, but I feel more distanced now than in any recent memory. The world feels like it’s composed of people who are busy giving each other the cold shoulder while reaching for another’s cold [...]