........................ mira burt-wintonick

You may have heard tell that This American Life is producing a TV show. It’s premiering on Showtime in just a few weeks, on March 22 to be exact, but you can already check out the trailer. For those of us who don’t watch TV, it seems like it will most definately be worth Torrenting. I just hope they don’t get too distracted from their radio making.

but do go see him starring in this new movie with daniel johnston.

spam is getting so poetic these days, I almost enjoy it:

mildew
solitary confinement
experimentation time zone,
ammo overshot
the approachable, antenna
idiosyncratic waiting room undue
junior college in windchill factor
likable on experienced
as normal dissident.

liberal arts thimble
apparition was
unveil to repugnant and
increase voluntarily.
was Resurrection.

but then again, the next one from a certain Ronald Stark begins: “Take just a candy and become ready for 36 hours of love”.

so I know it’s all I talk about these days, but if you’re into technicolor dream coats, then check out this flash animation by Gregor Ehrlich, cut to a telling of Joseph’s famous bible story by Jonathan Goldstein.

just a heads up that jer is busy spiffying up my blog so there may be some discordant design for the next little while.

So a radio documentary I made last year on memory loss is part of edition III of SoundLab Channel brought to you by Le Musee di-visioniste. It is secretly the only radio doc I’ve ever made so it’s a little rough, but hopefully no one will notice.

Gosh, isn’t Simone de Beauvoir so saucy? Listen to how she jaunts this fellow Claude Mauriac in The Second Sex:

Claude Mauriac - whose great originality is admired by all - could (or at least thought he could) write regarding woman: “We listen on a tone of polite indifference…to the most brilliant among them, well knowing that her wit reflects more or less luminously ideas that come from us.” Evidently the speaker referred to is not reflecting the ideas of Mauriac himself, for no one knows of his having any. […] What is really remarkable is that by using the questionable we he identifies himself with St. Paul, Hegel, Lenin, and Nietzche, and from the lofty eminence of their grandeur looks down disdainfully upon the bevy of women who make bold to converse with him on a footing of equality. In truth, I know of more than one woman who would refuse to suffer with patience Mauriac’s “tone of polite indifference.”

And that’s only the introduction! There are 700 or so more pages of sass to go, not to mention all the groundbreaking analysis on the conditions of “becoming woman”.

Also, here she and Sartre are having a staring contest to see who hemorrhages first under the objectifying look of the Other. Sartre just seems like he’s cheating because of his somewhat lazy eye.

That pretty much sums it all up for Liz and Scott from Evil Twin Booking and the Lost Film Fest, recently in town with their do-it-yourself-punk-scene take on film distribution as part of Pop Montreal.

This year their lineup is made up of all kinds of fun videos from things like ‘The Horribly Stupid Stunt Which Has Resulted In His Untimely Death’ and ‘Smokey the Log’ with the Yes Men, all the way to Richard Pell’s less silly documentary‘Don’t Call Me Crazy on the Fourth of July’, starring Robert Lansberry. Sometimes it’s a fine line between insanity and mind control, and it’s hard to remember which side you started on.