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1999-2008:
january 29 2008 - september 23 2008
finishing proud
final sound mix
plant applause
ten baby spiders
sparrow nests
end of the world
proud production photos
depression and burn out
kauai
proud sound and editing
a tennis shoe, filled with leaves
cliff tube dream
oh, oh, oh.
finishing proud photography
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april 11 2007 - january 15 2008
animating and shooting proud
do not bend or fold
old photos
austin
beautiful car crash
ok on DVD
atlanta
seen in a parking lot
portland
proud production photos
a stupid commercial
space shuttle dream
rewriting the ending to proud
precognition
a thing for tv maybe
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january 17 2007 - april 9 2007
everything will be ok at sundance
"animation show" 2007 tour:
seattle, austin
animating i am so proud of you
electroshocks and camera trouble
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january 11 2006 - january 14 2007
bitter films dvd production
ok editing
burbank motels
ok narration
school field dream
seal dream
hypothermia fever
ridiculous amount of work
waffle cereal
hiking skull island
jaw pops out
bathtub death dream and snail
more spam poetry
comic con
finishing ok
talking to oneself
deserted department store
black demon
awake for 39 hours
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march 7 2005 - december 27 2005
"animation show" 2005 tour:
sf/berkeley, detroit, austin
designing everything will be ok
abomination
animating and shooting ok
bitter films dvd production
old film restoration
life-size postmen and demon puppies
summer's here
hollywood motels
rochester event
murder dreams
philosophy and time
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september 7 2004 - february 28 2005
higher forces are conspiring
barely finishing the meaning of life:
final sound mixing, editing, special effects
elephant carcasses
sundance 2005
endless soundtrack remixing
LA gallery show
"animation show" 2005 tour:
LA, seattle, vancouver
formidable sunning lizards
fan art multi pronged
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february 4 2004 - august 26 2004
experimental effects
disappearing people
pencil test trouble
jaw disorder
endless photography
edit, animate, rewrite
a new ending
aspen
no sleep
restoring billy's balloon
camera malfunction
spam poetry
star photography
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august 22 2003 - january 2004
animating flying animals
black prosthetic feet
around the clock
"animation show" 2003 tour:
seattle, portland, milwaukee, SF, LA
NYC, boulder, minneapolis, santa fe
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january 26 - august 9 2003
outer space photography
production of show trilogy
shock and awe
missing plant
dreams, sleep, work
in the ocean
"animation show" 2003 premiere
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september 6 2002 - january 1 2003
the meaning of life still in production
drunken new year idiot
juggling projects at once
cartoon network rejects rejected
new film starts photography
bad sleep cycles
skin eaty fungus and bad dreams
the fate of the universe
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march 16 - august 23, 2002
the meaning of life in production
anesthetics book
sweating apartment
studio junk
lusty plants
increased anxiety
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december 30 - march 5, 2002
television censors
bootlegs
home surgery
"don n bill show"
scary neighbors
chuck jones
miniature insects |
september 2 - december 11, 2001
making the rejected dvd
unearthing spanky
bad poetry
memphis
a day at the beach
new camera
production never ends
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july 24 - august 24, 2001
tattoos
animating the meaning of life
time and space and life
fear of fire
bleary production
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june 9 - july 10, 2001
work work work
paper veins
production paranoia
bootlegs
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april 9 - may 24, 2001
the meaning of life in production
cereal lies
antibiotics
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march 10 - march 27, 2001
oscar prep
don losing his voice
rob vs. kenneth branagh
bow tie maintenance
oscar recovery
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february 14 - march 3, 2001
academy award nomination
out of control spike n mike shows
local film fest and gasoline
happy animation industry ranting
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january 21 - january 29, 2001
daily entries from
rejected at sundance
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december 31 - january 14, 2001
dentist, broken car
animating the meaning of life
soundtracks
off to sundance
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november 8 - december 15, 2000
animating the meaning of life
production report from rob
happy video clips
amnesia daze of road
work, work, work
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august 29 - october 25, 2000
animating the meaning of life
burnt out
olympic fever
story from rob
happy video clips
barking spoons
travel
gas mask guy
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june 21 - august 9, 2000
finalizing rejected
vocal recording the meaning of life
a story
happy video clips
comic convention
premiere of rejected
very old drawing pads
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march 29 - may 31, 2000
memphis
production reports from rob
rejected final sound mixes
rejected last minute edits
reincarnation and embyro defects
broken car
computer virus
happy video clips
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january 9 - march 22, 2000
rejected editing
rejected sound recording
giant baby eye
rejected sound mixing
don in a panic
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december 3 - january 4, 2000
OCD people on tv
new years story
roberto
old photographs
big tumors
editing rejected
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october 30 - november 28, 1999
gas mask guy
conjoined twins
roberto
meteors and rare moons
building the animation studio
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september 28 - october 19, 1999
fish astronaut, spooky dream, death
more death
rejected art finished
cat brain, bad interview, jack in the box woman
bad computer
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august 3 - september 17, 1999
building the animation studio
animating rejected
old photograph
broken oven
rob in LA
pretty moon
a toast
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june 7 - july 22, 1999
billy's balloon in cannes
animating rejected
broken car and dreams
high fever, corpse museums, death
retarded children's clothing
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march 31 - may 17, 1999
shopping list story
animating rejected
judging in texas
sad runover squirrel
off to cannes
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march 17 - march 24, 1999
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june 28
castaway is on every hotel tv in the world ever all the time. dubbed french tom hanks sounds like a little goblin
june 27 edinburgh + london
hello from the bullet train to paris. europe is warm and michael jackson is everywhere. when roxy tries to moonwalk she looks like she is burying something in the sand behind her.
last week's screening in scotland was fun and blurry, we didnt get out of the theater til late and london sold out before we arrived, kids sitting in the aisles, uk days going by fast, beer, old stones, biting ghosts, whippie ice cream, accents from every side of the planet and blue skies in the middle of the night. i just remembered i dont know any french but i think ican count to ten
june 17 bonnaroo... sun, mud, whiskey, thunder, unironic trucker hats, free budweiser, halfnaked hippies... i am expecting the same from edinburgh.
europe tomorrow
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june 4 bay area
i dreamt of a brief image of a kitchen... a lobster is entering under the kitchen door on the left with a voice balloon saying "yes."
there is a teddy bear on the floor of the kitchen on the right and he looks a little sad and his voice balloon says "no." this needs to be an oil painting.
may 26 somehow i cut myself. tonight i think i finished polishing the "so proud" soundtrack for dvd, mostly technical stuff but also changed the timing of a scene and replaced a single word in the narration elsewhere. also wanted to do a bit of EQ here and there, but i dont have much experience with that so mostly just tried not to mess it all up. incidentally this is also my approach to life in general. the people with the sad window poodle were moving out the other day, the housebound animal i say hi to every day as it stares at me passing by, they had the door open and a bunch of furniture out and as i went up the stairs the poodle bounded up after me, for the first time ever it had a chance to finally come say hello. the people, confused, said hailey get back in here and go to your bed. obviously they didnt understand our deep connection
may 21 307am, i think i should be all done animating today and shooting next week. i should have finished tonight but i sucked and have to redo something. earlier i had a daydream of an online gallery that featured every undeveloped image that had ever been fogged and destroyed by xray machines. rows and rows of pictures that nobody had ever had a chance to see. most of them were vacation photos. i will be reading the same book every night before sleeping. i will put the book down next to the bed before turning the light off. the next day at some point the book will be knocked under the bed. that night i will have completely forgotten having been in the middle of the book and will pick up some new one to read. im not sure how i feel about that
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only have two more shots to draw before i should be ready to finish and photograph everything, hopefully before all this travel knocks me down in june: doing shows at bonnaroo, then to scotland for the edinburgh festival, to london where we're trying to organize another screening and then probably off to paris because... well, do you really need a reason? i bought two really great shirts in seattle. the weather here at home is beautiful again and all the busywork now feels less of a chore. there is a little potted palm tree that is over ten years old, it used to live in the studio under one of the skylights until it fell over one day and looked really distressed so i took it home to be in my kitchen. i must have watered it too much before a trip last fall because it seems the roots rotted and it collapsed again all dazed and pathetic. it has been like that for maybe seven months but i think i may have finally rehabilitated it enough now for it to start slowly lifting its arms again. thankyou to everyone who sent concerned letters about the latest round of wild fires here. everything here is safe, this is one benefit of living in concrete bunkers
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may 7 you can see the flames from the street corner bright against the evening, the moon is orange and cars don't
turn when the signals change.
the clouds above us turn colors depending on what's being burned.
going to seattle to make things right
may 6 on my walk tonight i eavesdropped on two domestic disturbances. earlier i was in the cards aisle and the young chubby couple wearing sweatpants and unnecessary basketball sneakers were sort of impatiently looking through the mothers day cards. and they found one and she said "this one's perfect. it says "from both of us." and he sort of arrogantly sighed and said, "that's good enough, let's G-T-F-O." and they wandered off looking dour and annoyed... it was sort of like, "let's G-T-F-ohhhhh." so i was trying to explain to a friend how in the 80s they had that clothing chain for overweight women called "pretty and plump"... and to find a picture of the storefront i made the very poorly planned move of putting pretty and plump into google image search. after my initial disappointment that somebody had already registered "midget-fuck.gaydildo.com", i discovered it to be an amazing page of unintelligable porn spam that reads like
awful surrealist french erotica from the turn of the century... like an untalented georges bataille who was hit on the head a few times. there is even an "african hunchback." the website will probably give you computer herpes but if you go, it is best read aloud with friends for full dramatic effect. or with enemies. key excerpts:
- "The ceiling needs painting," yelled the nine-year-old secretary as the tremendously hung donkey lashed her juicy eyes and ripped his warty bowsprit into her tire tracked palace.
- My palace is something that the gay will notice. (this will be the name of my next album)
- Right there and then she was a home-coming queen and I was a hair dresser.
- "E.M.R!", bellowed the horny blond girl as the schoolboy hammered her succulent bumpers and pushed his trunklike kidney prodder into her glutted orifice.
- My navel is something that the midget will notice.
- Girl scout sex is vast.
- The social worker is nose-grooming and the pornstar is nymphomaniacal, so they imagine midget fuck
- I was a prostitute in an office and at first I thought she was just another defrocked nun. Larry likes fat loss.
- Hey, I like midget fuck. The midget fuck is super.
- My slot machine is something that the homosexual flamingo will notice.
- Arlene loves midget fuck, sperm girl and girl porn. I met Nora for the first time in the mall.
depressed,
may 2 watching pelicans crash into the ocean, they twist a certain way just before they hit the water.

april 18 1210am just in from a walk, that fat calico next door says hello. you know when you get sick with one thing and it seems to knock down the floodgates for everything else to go wrong with your health all at once? that sort of just happened. i'm getting better now but there's still something wrong with my eyes and i think i need a dr. about 1000 drawings into this little cartoon and i should be ready to shoot everything in a few weeks. also been bouncing back to LA for final color work getting "i am so proud of you" ready for dvd. been playing with the soundtrack too.. as usual i wasn't satisfied with the theater mix and am also pushing a few lines around, a little bit of this and that. it's been really windy. i have ice cream. on tv a show about belgian ufo sightings they presented a bunch of evidence and it was the sort of thing that when i was little i'd be going, "of course! of course!" while today i just figured it's probably just false rader blips caused by thermal inversions. and i can't tell if i'm smarter now or just less happy. the last few weeks have reverted back to quiet and boring and blurry, i draw, i read, i walk, i sleep. a lot of travel coming up in june so have to get a lot done now. my brother is having a baby which is the sort of news that reminds you how everything is always changing even when it doesnt quite seem like it
april 3 chest cold, courtesy of girlfriend. dreamt this morning: a pair of hunters sneak out every night to hunt possums for their family. ewoks
also live in this area and hunt. they usually dig possums from out of the ground at one specific area around a chain link fence and they would be average size... or they could take a risk and dig from another area that sometimes yields very big possums but also sometimes very small ones.
they can't tell its size in the night, they just have to throw the possum into the sack and run home. so this night they take a chance at the other location, sack a possum, and run home. when they get there they open it up and its just a little baby possum and everyone is disappointed. how will they eat tonight? then there's a knock on the door. and it's an ewok! he's followed them and he smiles and takes a big possum out of his sack for everyone to share. yaaay! everyone cheers and says you know that ewok is a great guy. this is possibly the dumbest dream i've had in years.
march 30 michigan was short but sweet, i think our largest single-show audience yet in a beautiful theater of 1200+ that made me feel pretty fancy... am told we came within striking distance of selling more tickets than anything in the festival's 47 year history. hello and thanks to everyone who turned up and made long journeys... am half unpacked and already back to work here but this was a nice break, one of just a few more trips i can fit for the rest of the year; drunken conversations under strange lights, great people, harpooning ghost children next to the ping pong table, and as it was my mother's birthday, asking everyone packed in the lobby shoulder to shoulder to sing into a phone.
march 17 2009 chipping away at the dvd for "i am so proud of you"... hope to be at a place with it tomorrow or the next day when i can switch over and get back to animating the little short again... releasing dvds has got to be the most boring part of this whole process. a question i got a lot on tour was about the scene in the movie with the conversation about time...
how the passing of time is just an illusion... that the past, present, and future don't exist because every moment in eternity is actually taking place at once, and will always be taking place. we just experience life as only going in one direction. anyway, yes, this is all true, at least according to the physics books.
it's helpful to think of time as a static landscape that you are driving through in one direction,
with every moment in your life all laid out like landmarks. the things
behind you don’t suddenly cease to exist just because you’ve driven past
them - just as the things far ahead of you are there right now even though
you haven’t reached them yet.
march 16 dream last week involved a citywide celebration with thousands of christmas lights, trolley cars, and people dressed as revolutionary soldiers, some sort of gay cabaret, pulling horribly long thorned needles and burrs from the bottoms of my feet, and telling david lynch about run-dmc.
march 8 2009
i am often asked why i don't do commercials or ad campaigns or music videos and why i've turned down small fortunes from the corporate universe in favor
of just carrying on with my own things. i like to take walks. i like hiking in the woods around here and climbing the foothills and
exploring the coast. it clears my head. i find new things. it's something i'll probably always enjoy doing. so somebody
comes along and says hey, i hear you like to take walks. how about i pay you to walk? you just have to walk around my house in
circles for eight hours a day wearing a sandwich board that has a picture of my product on it. no, i'd rather just walk through the woods and explore my own places
out there, thanks.
but what difference does it make? as
long as you're walking, why not make a lot of money from it at the same time?
because money's not the reason i take walks. it doesn't really factor into it. i take walks because i enjoy doing it. it's something i'd do if i was rich and it's something i'd do if i were poor.
i guess maybe someone might pay me to walk
around in the woods someday but i'm gonna keep doing it anyway.
postsecret
march 5
looking for a new place to live. i'm not sure about renting someone's house,
it seems strange and what if he comes over and is like "are you taking good care of my bathtub?" they are redoing many of the
fences on the block and with all of them gone for the moment you can see clear down the street from back parking lot to parking lot and
all the neighborhood kids careen straight through on bicycles and scooters as though they've been let out of prison
feb 27 shot some pencil tests the other night and i'm surprised at how sharp it's looking so far...
i think this little thing is going to eventually total about 4 minutes.
every few years i need to rewatch all of chaplins films and i
think that time might be now.
stanley kubrick's boxes: 1,
2,
3,
4,
5
feb 21 a spam thing just wrote this to me:
in her wrath, yet the Grey King had slain her and the Drowned God had changed her bones to stone
If you would nod when he comes in Id be thankful.
Does Lanny know that you are here?
there's so much to do here it's hard to know where to begin but i guess the dishes are always a safe bet. outside is overcast with screaming children.
it looked like there was a person crying on a motorcycle
february 18 4:17am back in santa barbara and for the first time in five months will spend more than two weeks in a row at home. draw draw draw, more travel to plan, sugar and caffeine. i should also start forging the "proud" dvd i guess. my apt is full of boxes.
tonight: "your rocky spine" by the great lake swimmers. last night was dominoes and nobody really remembered how to play so we sort of made it up. back in a sec
i wish in blue i wish in red i wish i had a better head
febr9 3:26am about 300 drawings into this thing and it's coming along good, this one will be animated straight on through. hail against the windows tonight and cats under beds. soon i will be lord of the cats which is sort of like lord of the dance only with cats. these were the best nine words i read last week: "she then fell in love with an archery bow."
feb 2 2:47am back in the bay area. one of the cats totally loves grape nut flakes. i misheard a song lyric as "we are floating in the mist of uzbekistan" and had to write it down
january 30 it's a stone cold drag i won't be able to keep touring as hoped but this short side project jumped out of nowhere and i just couldn't say no... it's gonna be weird to already have another piece finished by summer. more news to come. gabe had a row of theaters all ready to go for us but it seems i'll be stuck indoors this spring instead, my apologies all around, i know some of you were looking forward to the program and/or stalking me in person with hammers and rolled up copies of cat fancy, we'll have to say hello at a later date. for now its back to work, work work
january 21 photo by mike plante, taken with a camera submerged in glass of ice water

january 19 hi from sundance. having a hard time sleeping but meeting a lot of good people. i got a picture with robert redford but i was making a horrible face so i replaced it here with a kitty

january 12 banging the rust off, been animating for the last two weeks. not ch3, this thing on the side i cant yet talk about. it's been months since ive been back in the saddle but so far so good. when i'm not working i hear the sound of death in the middle of the night
it sounds alot like the freeway in the distance.
i just read an article that only needed to contain this single beautiful sentence: "Without hesitation the teacher reached down and picked up Zheng’s cheek skin, put it on his face, and instructed the boy to go home immediately."
"Not much chance, completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus
through North Carolina
on the way to somewhere.
And it began to snow.
And the bus stopped
at a little cafe
in the hills
and the passengers
entered.
He sat at the counter
with the others and
he ordered. The
food arived and the meal was
particularly
good. And the
coffee.
The waitress was
unlike the women
he had
known.
She was unaffected, and
there was a natural
humor which came
from her.
And the fry cook said
crazy things.
And the dishwasher
in back
laughed, a good
clean
pleasant
laugh.
And the young man watched
the snow through the
window. And
he wanted to stay
in that cafe
forever.
The curious feeling
swam through him
that everything
was
beautiful
there. And
it would always
stay beautiful
there. And
then the bus driver
told the passengers
that it was time
to board.
And the young man
thought, I'll just stay
here. I'll just stay
here.
But then
he rose and followed
the others into the
bus.
He found his seat
and looked at the cafe
through the bus
window.
And then the bus moved
off, down a curve,
downward, out of
the hills.
The young man
looked straight
foreward.
He heard the other
passengers
speaking
of other things,
or they were
reading
or
trying to
sleep.
And they hadn't
noticed
the
magic.
And the young man
put his head to
one side,
closed his
eyes, and
pretended to
sleep.
There was nothing
else to do -
just to listen to the
sound of the
engine and
the sound of the
tires
in the
snow."
Charles Bukowski Nirvana
january 1 2009
xmas morning found me valiantly
driving through hailstorms to sfo at 430 in the morning
listening to "revolver" really loud, thus preventing me falling asleep
and plunging off a bridge. ive written some music for chapter 3 and been making little stabs at other things in different directions. sundance in two weeks. happy new year to you
december 14 lots of things floating around.. instead of chapter 3 or the tv thing i might first leapinto a third, uncharted project... the stars seem to be lining up in that direction. i'm also chipping away at this graphic novel on the sidelines and i suppose we should also start thinking about a dvd release for i am so proud of you. 2009 is shaping up busy. it just started raining. there's a short but beautiful sequence concerning lost, deranged penguins in encounters at the end of the world
december 3 2008 a final three screenings in a rowand suddenly the fall tour is over: 16 cities, 25 q+a's, 11 states, too many airports, and more people than i have ever met in my entire life. LA played host to a really satisfying ending,
we added a midnight show after the first two sold-out too soon, meaning the final q+a didn't begin until past 1am,
and then running much later and being way better than expected having just done two, everyone then hanging out long enough to say hello to prevent our crawling back to santa barbara until past 5. thanks to the full house of you taking monday sick days, to those who drove great distances, and a big thank you to sundance's mike plante for soldiering through three q+a's with me up there in one long night. thanks also must go to cinefamily for plying the last two houses with free beer.
i think we may have forgotten to take photos but here is a picture from last week in denver, in which i am apparently casting some manner of evil spell on our moderator

november 27 2008 began rewriting and organizing the scattered moments and scenes ive collected for chapter 3 tonight .. i think i know the movie's structure and have about 1/3 of the story now. it's not enough to drive me all agitated onto the animation desk yet, but it's feeling really confident tonight after i tossed a few things and put the rest in order
nove,ber 25 finally home again from all of this madness. denver provided i think the longest q+a chat of the tour and also actually one of the best, keeping me in there for over an hour. pictures below from nyc and denver. three more screenings in one night are next in LA this sunday. the photo in the thirdrow is me in a francis bacon
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Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath.
"Never believe any of that about a scythe and a skull", he told her. "It can be two bicycle policemen as easily, or be a bird. Or it can have a wide snout like a hyena."
It had moved up on him now, but it had no shape anymore. It simply occupied space. "Tell it to go away."
It did not go away but moved a little closer.
"You've got a hell of a breath," he told it. "You stinking bastard."
Ernest Hemingway The Snows of Kilimanjaro
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november 21 a few fantastic days off in nyc with friends old and new + three soldout screenings in one blurry night and suddenly we're in denver staring down the second to last night of the tour, not quite wanting to go home but running out of clothes and skin moisture. i really thought i'd be cranky and exhausted and full of flus and colds by this point but it's all been amazing fun and schedules permitting there's a very good chance now we'll try to do this all over again in spring 09 with a new tour leg into areas we weren't able to hit this time around. laying low today, ny times interview and looking out the window, denver is thirsty and today's hotel soap smells vaguely of bubble gum
november 16 hello from a chilly nyc. i bought a cool coat though so it's ok. pennsylvania and rochester went by fast and here's a bunch of photos to catch up. i can't remember now where some of these came from but credit to aron wilkinson blanc for the two big ones
november 13 hello from pennsylvania. atlanta screening was stuffed with good people and went reallygreat, with possibly one of the best q+a chats of the tour so far despite the fact i literally did not sleep the night before. or possibly because of that fact. afterwards i got an ice cream and i cant remember much else. here are a few picturesfrom atl. we are in three cities this week.
 
november10 hello from atlanta. the tour kicked off all over again friday night in calgary, from whence today's flight
didn't make a whole lot of geographic sense but we continue to be surrounded by great people and are recharged and ready to keep rolling now with tomorrow's show. calgary sold out and went fantastic, though the weather seems to dry out our heads. here's more pics so far
":We won't let the sun go down, We gonna chase the demons out of town."
november 4 2008::: no more lies, no more torture, no more murdering the environment, no more illegal wars, no more anti-intellectualism, no more zealotry, no more fear.
oct 31 briefly home again.
it's beautiful here tonight, overcast but warm and still. monday i've got a tv meeting in los angeles and friday we go right back out on the road for most of november. more interviews, errands, and catching up this week. the new acme novelty library book (number 19) is amazing.
here's pictures from omaha
oct 28 tour pictures from missouri + chicago. gabe and roxy took some:

oct 26 to the 750 strong from the first screening at the music box friday, thank you. that was really one of the best times i've had with an audience anywhere and will be hard to top. it also marked the longest chat we've done onstage so far, at an hour plus... after the encore show and saying hi to everyone we didn't crawl out of the theater until past 2 in the morn but all felt worth it. yesterday i bought about a dozen books; today we're going to museum hop and tomorrow, omaha. i somehow managed to do something terrible and mysterious to my back yesterday and i can't bend. is it really going to snow today? will try and get pictures on here tonight
october 24 hello from beautiful chicago. trying to rest up today and looking forward to a really nice walk. have been reading a lot of books out here on the road... recommended: bottomless belly button by dash shaw and fluffy by simone lia
october 21 a long travel day, my stomach is angry. the ride to columbia was dark blue/gray and my ipod decided to play the soundtrack to koyaanisqatsi as i stared into all the neighboring cars and counted the stripmall parking lots along the freeway. there are not many stars here and when iclose my eyes i see blurring lights going west-east. ive begun to write a little in the hotel room tonight.
october 15
austin is always a great time and you can't really beat screening at the alamo. 2 more sold out shows and an unnecessary amount of meat and cheese later and i am briefly back at home now before the next leg of the tour, scurrying around w/ errands and mailing things + interviews upon interviews. i had a brief layover in phoenix, which smelled like cinnamon.
the quote of the day: hi Don,
do you have any idea why Hilton sent me a bill for your room, and two others... under the names "Dragon" and "Goran"?
october 10
a few days ago we learned there's no tickets left for saturday in austin so we're adding another screening. the last two in WA sold out tuesday and we met some good people in bellingham. the adrenaline seems to have kicked in this week, we're up to eight sold out houses in a row, and now just trying to stay healthy for the next 12 (or 13?)
here's pictures from the northwest and some from today, thanks and hello again to everybody out there. tonight we played bingo. i can't remember anymore what order these go in. roxy took some and matt took the one in front of the theater
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october 5
portland sold out last night and we're told there's already no tickets left for either of the two seattle screenings tomorrow... the bets are now on for which city breaks the opening streak of five sellouts. i was not expecting this (don't you people have hobbies?_) and everyone has been really sweet. i've seen "proud" perform a few times now and am getting a sense of its rhythms with the audience and it's been fantastic talking to people. yesterday's post-film chat could be kindly described as avant garde, answering questions through a portable amp and crippled mic that made me sort of sound like a CB radio in a vat of acid, under theater house lights that could not be turned up any brighter than very dark red. so portland was treated to a very unique interview from a dimly lit maroon shrieking bug, who was at least geniunely happy to be there. roxy and i packed up the film prints and were back on the road bright + early this morning up to seattle, where rooms are spinning and i'm about ready to pass out and spend half of tomorrow as a sleeping day. so far the worst of the trip has been trying to fall asleep in hotel rooms which i guess means things have been going rather well. my left ear is really hot. |
october 4 there is a long wall mural of happy people hurtling through the sky in the eugene airport.
sleepy but soldiering forward. just got into portland and have a strange early showtime today that i need to get ready for in twenty minutes. we did a late show last night in eugene, more people than the theater had apparently ever seated before and they had to turn away over 100 others at the door. rather sorry about that, i got to say hi to a few of you outside and next time we will find a much bigger venue. a great audience, the talk afterwards was quite different from last weekend as we had no functioning microphones in there, so was on my feet using my theater voice, a bit shaggy but all went very well. we are now enforcing a new rule for patrons, pants must stay on at all times. a big thank you to matt for repeatedly saving the day in more ways than one through the last 36 hrs. i have learned a lot about ducks and nutrias. photos soon.
this a search string that apparently led someone to bitterfilms.com: "old foreign film nude girls in glass tubes". now i kind of want to see that movie
october 2,, 1 down 15 to go. the santa barbara screening was packed and sweaty. i forgot to bring my camera so it will have to live on in our memories. i'm still mildly surprised the new movie is even finished and up there. thank you for not sweating on me and for driving great distances and for being the first audience to see it with me and for banging on windows and for filling the crummy seats on the sides when there was nothing left. this weekend is eugene, portland, seattle, bellingham, and then to austin. this is gonna be fun i think. moreinterviews and packing tomorrow. there were two ants in my shower. from the back of the theater everyone looked like a sea of blue glowing portable devices
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