(Oct 19) Long post. It’s December, and pseudoreal is stuck in a museum in Astoria in October.
This reminds me of when I was an editor of my college newspaper
We keep Yoda in a glass prison for our amusement
This would all be computer generated today
Don’t get me wrong, I like our new digital stuff
But there’s something both elegant and real about these machines
This stuff must have cost a fortune when it was new
I don’t think I’ve shared this with any of my friends, let alone anyone else
But I used to shoot movies as a child, and had a lot of photography equipment.
This thing turned black and white TV into color TV somehow
The non-silent movie projector
Is a Sony console TV with Betamax VCR.
(Oct 19) It would have been easier to enjoy this place if I hadn’t felt mislead about the Breaking Bad “exhibit” (more like a narrow closet, literally), which quite possibly didn’t contain anything actually used on Breaking Bad. Most of the items I saw were obviously “re-creations” of items used on the show, of generally poor quality. I wonder if that’s why no photos were allowed of this material. There’s plenty of blame to go around. AMC/Sony for the fraud, and the museum for being a party to it. It left a very bad taste in my mouth, which is a shame, since in retrospect, the rest of the museum wasn’t bad. The security staff were unfriendly and in the way, but the rest of the staff were very friendly and helpful. Due to the crappy faux Breaking Bad thing and the obtrusive security staff, I give the Museum of the Moving Image a “Meh” rating, which seems like a shame.
But if moving film strips rapidly was the innovation that created ‘films’ out of photography
Sound was the innovation that created ‘movies’ out of ‘films’.
Yes kids, this is where the skeumorphic iOS icon came from.
(Nov 29) It’s become crazy time. My landlord is liquidating his life’s possessions. I’m trying to keep mine from going out the door with his. Still don’t know where I’m going to land, and Port Jefferson doesn’t feel like home because of it.
Viza gave me this. I wonder if Josh still has his?
The town has decorated for the season and its Dickens Festival
The car still feels like something new and transient in my life
This pre-seasoned chicken was all that seemed suitable. It was horrible.
My gesture toward the holiday.
Tick tick tick. That’s the sound of Port Jefferson running out.