Made this video on accident while attempting to transfer some 16mm to my computer.
I made this little film with three of my friends.
Also, if you’re interested, watch the other videos on this account. They are made by my friend Ian and they are very good.
Tonight (2/5/2013 at roughly 11:30 pm) I accidentally tweeted my entire drafts folder. I deleted some of the drafts. Below are all the deleted tweets, for those interested, minus a few that were just less-formed versions of tweets I had already posted.
Tight 5 (Hours of Sleep Every Night)
It’s like Henry James said, “try to be one who never misses an episode of LOST”
“emulsion wizard”
Now that I don’t drink, I’m worried I’m gonna dance way too much at parties, like the whole time
Masturbating to your own reflection while listening to “This Love Is Fucking Right!” on repeat.
Language is a prison that shows you the way out if [sic] itself but ultimately can’t take you there.
Cars hum like water / if it wasn’t for the buzzing of telephone wires / we could live by the sea
This local news anchor looks like Leland Palmer [ed: all do]
Head rested on hand established as thoughtful pose in a painting from the 1500s. Adopted now as “stance in which to think.” Shake shit up!
How does one deal with forgetting?
Referencing things with my whole body, ironically doing that
Museums are oppressive. I hate them. Worst way to see art. Maybe I’m just stupid.
In life, I have more than enough time to write but in a day, always none.
There is no one around but me / who is not insane / or the other way around
Here’s the rest: http://storify.com/joseph_ocon/the-time-i-accidentally-tweeted-my-entire-drafts-f
Tribute to the French New Wave
MY ADORABLE FATHER
Me: So you have one lemon [tree] and one lime [tree]?
Him: Yes. Your mother gave them to me. They aren’t doing well but I never give up hope.
Occasionally, I will use this tumblr as a place to put short notes (like my last post), which may only be interesting to me. Just an advance notice.
Until about sophomore year of high school, I almost always said “See you tomorrow” instead of “Goodnight” whenever people went to sleep near me.
I made this video with material I found on a school computer during a lecture on Final Cut Pro. Fall, 2012.
“I talk to my things when they’re sad.” Édouard Levé (from this thing)
I had a babysitter named Lee who immigrated to the US from Nicaragua (and recently returned there). I don’t have many distinct memories of her but I vaguely remember her telling me and my sister, while we were working on a puzzle, about an earthquake that she had lived through (most likely the 1972 earthquake in Nicaragua, killed 5,000 people and wounded 20,000 more). Specifically I remember that she described the misfortune of one woman who fell into a crack that the earthquake opened. The woman became stuck, and then crushed when the earthquake later closed the crack. At the time, I processed this crushing as a popping, like a big grape, because I couldn’t conceive of the mash of bones and muscle that would actually result if a human was pressed between two hard surfaces and because Lee had described the woman as fat.
