.The sweet sensation of Typography.

"Handcrafted with love by BYU design students and faculty, for the 5th Typophile Film Festival. A visual typographic feast about the five senses, and how they contribute to and enhance our creativity. Everything in the film is real—no CG effects!"

Typophile Film Festival 5 Opening Titles from Brent Barson on Vimeo.

.Survivor // Fare Soldi.

Italian disco-house.

Retrospective journey into your childhood's plastic lunchbox.

Fare Soldi - Survivor from riotmaker on Vimeo.

.Patterns.

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN : My soundscape design proj// Parsons Summer - NYC.

(If you have trouble listening to it/ error in the link, i'll repost it soon.)

THE IDEA

Most things come in shapes, forms and sizes.

Life does.

When grouped, the singular subject forms a pattern. We form a set of behavior, we form a way of living and we form our school of thoughts. We had grown up the way we had been taught, what is to be right, to be wrong, to be embraced, to be banished, to be celebrated, or to be exiled. And then, we fall into the trap of mundane-ness. We begin to form patterns.

Patterns too close to our eyes that we do not see.

There is no right or wrong, just popular opinions.

There is no peace or chaos, just a structure we so carefully weave.

There is never too much or enough, just how much you want.

Sounds, voices and melodies, they are just one of the many tools to tell a story.

To tell a story, is to observe a pattern, so we can break it.

If you can’t get out of a hamster wheel, if you don’t know if you are in one. Pay attention to the monotony, feel one beat at a time, only when you align the beats in synergy, then you can hear them marching to you in unity.

What goes up comes down, what goes down will take flight.

Cringe your toes, and ride on the waves.

You can’t change what is there, but you can change what you think of it.

Patterns, break them.

.About Today.

We did sound recording today. At Washington Square Park.

My partner - Manuel (from Uruguay) brought me to see a really neat young gal, in her red polkadot dress, sat on a small tool along the streets near Union Square, where her little old, black typewriter and some white paper sat fitted nicely on a small wooden table.

She writes poems for people. A street poet. Just give her a topic, a word, a poem for someone you loved, or whatever thing that mean anything (or not) to you. She wants to write, she's hoping to get hired, and she just want to practice. I told her to write about, "Today". She has nice misty gray eyes.


About Today

Last of the dark gray days was yesterday
melting into a new groove
boiled out of the old
speaking a new sound
grasping at old straws
hands tied firmly to here and now
taking the form of a passing cloud

Anayvelyse
July 8, 2009
New York

.Me in NYC.

Well I am barely online (for now), even hard to get on twitter until i get my internet access on Monday.

Meanwhile, catch me on my NY blog - but is set up for our homework n research updates.

www.soundandvision.wordpress.com )

I'll get back to this when I do get online at home.

Btw, I stay next to a Jazz bar at St Marks Place. Which is also known as "little japan".

Love my apartment, love the neighborhood.

N oh, my course mates r pretty cool too. ;)


Here's a cut of neverland - Coney Island:

.blip blip. Whos there?

It's http://blip.fm/seducedbylight

I know it's an social-overkill and that we are nauseated by the swarming social media networks by now. Holding a myriad of accounts and checking them thru' the day proves that your boss might have hired the wrong person.

Still, it's hard to resist this one for music seekers. It's twitter. It's last.fm. It's your twitter app to be your own dj. It's blip.fm

Search a song. Add your thoughts. Blip it. Added to your playlist. And linked to your twitter account. Idiot proof. (Try to find out if you are one.)

It's old news. I just find catching up to the 276th social media network can be fairly tedious. I mean, I've got a real life, you know.

.Synthesia.

Your head might cock to the left, then right again trying to grasp the meaning to this short film by Terri Timely. A duo partnered by Ian Kibbey and Corey Creasey.

As it's titled, "Synthesia", “is a neurologically based phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.” Basically, it just means that your senses are all screwed up. As in the video, the boy listening to his vegetables, mum chopping up words and her other son smelling colors from his music. Perception flexed to your own interpretation.

It is a little complex for those who just don't see any purpose to it, but if you dive in deeper, it is actually a good mind-gyming to your straight, lazy mind.

.Deadmau5 X Monome.

Gearhead Deadmau5's secret weapon.

The Monome.

.Riverside Muthafucka!.

Its funny how i bump into the 2nd vid that tells the tale of the hood. Younger, cuter, and way too pinch-able for this one.

Not too mention, i adore this track. Kicked my fuckin' ass.

Courtesy of Warren T.

N.A.S.A + Alexi Tylevich - A Volta.

It's sin city in sim city. This electro-toy film noir gangster-esque/ coke-fueled space video will mess you up. It's a godamn killer.

“A Volta”, is directed by Logan’s Alexei Tylevich and inspired by the work of Mexican-American artists The Date Farmers. Sit up, and get shot down.

.In a corner of the world - there is day of light.

"In Managua, Nicaragua, 1500 people live their lives inside a huge landfill called “La Chureca” (The Scavenging Place). Adults and children sift through piles of flaming trash looking for anything they can eat, fix, or recycle.

In “Dia De Luz” (Day Of Light), director Matt Katsolis and musician Braddigan, working with non-profit anti-poverty group Love, Light, & Melody, chronicle one full day in La Chureca and show us how hope can grow in the darkest of places.

This film is important for two big reasons: we need to acknowledge that places like this exist so we can hopefully work to stop it, and we need to absorb that if these people, in a place so devoid, can celebrate and find joy in their lives then the rest of us have no reason to not do the same."

Courtesy of: Jeremy Elder

"Hope grows in the darkest of places".

Day of Light from Love Light & Melody on Vimeo.

.Vulture Realty + Steamclam 2011.

Trippy, grimy, technicolored electro vid.

It may go well with Thieves like Us' "Drugs in my body."

Vulture Realty: "2011" from steamclam on Vimeo.

.color robots.

In a gloomy day or two, don't you wish there are some cheer-me-up agents that come in miniature size chromatic robots to help paint your life?

Directed by graduate students Quentin Carnicelli, Charles Kilpfel, and Jean-François Jégo from Université Paris VIII.

Reulf from Charlesque on Vimeo.

.AR on your iPhone.

I hope I can play Left4dead X our real environment via my iPhone next time.

Mapping the infected faces on the people on the streets, or people I hate.

.AntiVJ- Grote Kerk.

Simple sounds, high intensity.

.Thai Masked Ultra Man.

It's really funny if you know chinese. In higher relevance to HK's cantonese though.

If not, you can still enjoy the very long, and adrenalin un-pumping heros theme song from the land of smiles - Thailand.

I would be so pissed driving behind this bunch of masked jokers.

.Do touch her.

Great bjork-ish new voice. Only younger.

Polly Scattergood - Please Don't Touch (The Golden Filter remix)

.Gifted.

A collab out of my expectations.

N.A.S.A. "Gifted" (feat. Kanye West, Santogold, & Lykke Li)

.8-bit Silent Shout.

Dubmood – Silent Shout Remix

.freedom.

I'm so inactive that I forgot that I have a blog.

Ohwell. 

Last weekend was a blast. Annual "2 days of Freedom" took place at Malacca @ Malaysia this year. With half the strength of our notorious wild-ass PD crew, this trip had not lack lustre nonetheless.

The lights and set up of the electronic music festival was so awe-inspiring, they made Zoukout looks like a trick-bag's joke. There were 2 arena, house/electro and brain-frying trance. Starring Ferry Corsten on Friday night and Above and Beyond on Saturday. The laser show, graphic projection and fireworks may not outdo the last one at Port Dickson (Tiesto), yet it is admirably mind-blowing. 

Yet the major spoil sport was that the evil night had to end at 2am, due to the ridicule of Malaysian public entertainment licensing and regulations. You will not even believe that alcohol was not allowed to be sold at a dance party. Regardless, all are forgiven for the good times and visual stimulation that blew our grandmothers' socks. 

Our madhouse bungalow after-party stays legendary.

Nothing beats a great time with the best crew.

If you are not there, you are not there.

.swiss miss.

Just look at my tremendous effort and admirable will power. I managed to stop following up on a theme I created, right after the 1st entry. 

Maybe I should set it as "A picture a week." That should work better.

Here's some from my much missed Switzerland trip this January. It's an amazingly beautiful place. Alps, lakes, winding roads, glitzy fluffy snow, nice little wooden cottages, cold breeze of winter, great chocolates.. I can't tell you how much I adore this place... 

My heart didn't feel so at peace and comfortable in a long, long while. 

I'm definitely going back there.

 

An old castle at Berne. (I think.)

An Arts Cinema at Luzern.

.A picture a day.

Since i have thousands of un-uploaded pictures. Let's see if i can pull through this one.

Drawing all random old pictures. One by one.

India - Chennai. Dec 2008.

.when i grow up, i want to be a VJ.

A starter kit for amateurs n wannabes like me.

.baaaaalights.

I'm lovin' this. Putting LED lights on sheeps? These light-technicians sure has a way of looking at things. I'm just betting that rain doesn't come down on these poor sheepies. 

.New York New York.

Just when I'm toying with the idea of a summer course at the big Apple. 

Listen to The Lost Tribes of New York City. A short animated film from Andy and Carolyn London. 

The Lost Tribes of New York City from Carolyn London on Vimeo.

.be kind, unwind.

Muaha.

Time. 

Finally i have a bit now. Just a little, mini, pint size break. 

Had been entirely devoured by work since I'm back from my mini holiday. Phoo. It's payback time from those guys to me going away. 

Bali was great. Oh wait, or was it awesome? >:)

Definitely I needed a holiday, and a holiday indeed. It was an impromptu decision to go on the trip. So whoever that was ready-gamed, caught the magic carpet ride. Pity it was on such short notice, if not more of some crazy jackass friends out there could have joined us there as well. (Yvonne, Hannah, BQ, Dickie and BRONZEE - till the next one aye? :)

As good as it was queer, there were some disruptive incidents schemed by the seeming Holiday-Destroyer of the higher force. 

Like getting stopped by traffic police for not wearing helmet, security barging in trying to throw some of us out of the hotel even thou' we were paying guests, getting stopped by the traffic police for not helmet again, picking up a dead rat by what's left of it - it's tail, in the morning thinkin it was fish remains I fed the cats in the villa, breaking my toe from kicking a chair in the hotel room, losing my air ticket, paid for a one way ticket home (and then finding the ticket when we got back home). Still, I'll reckon we could use some dash of spice for a regular retreat.

As witnessed, I had totally lost the last bit of sanguinity along this trip. Being zen is so last year. I think I was taking the chance to let go of the canned fumes and feuds I had myself contained in these past months at work. Snarling and barking like a rabid dog sure didn't look good, but it certainly felt darn good. 

Here's to great skies (featuring wicked clouds transformation from galloping unicorns to evil rabbits), breezy night bike rides (in Kimono/ Yakuza robes), nice big villa and its private icy pool, cheesy ultra-violet light disco-pubs along Legian Kuta, surfing-but-not-surfing at the sun-baking beach, great array of food (organic ones especially) and fond new memories. Revisiting Bali didn't make it lack lustre at all. 

Of course, what's one without the companionship of great friends? These are the people that make the holiday. So here's to D, W and T for being (so fuckin') spectacular. 

Not much pictures chronicled from this trip. Because we were so fuckin' busy having fun.

Here's a piece of our memories:

-Jumps-

Ouch.

Oh, that was reality.

.Pacemaker - Music Pacer.

"Something you may find interesting.....see if it's blog-worthy.. =)
I wanna sell my iPod off for this!" - Warren

Thanks W. It is quite a cool on-the-go music gadget for all. Just thinking that if everyone owns one of this at a private party, we can imagine the chaos that everyone wants to be a DJ too. 2ManyDjs aye. 

It's ok, coz i'll be snooping around with the projection on my imminent new toy. Soon enough I hope. 

Beware DJs, somethin wicked-er coming your way. >:)

.apples and oranges.

I don't like boys who ask for what a gal wants.

.The big O.

Very random. Very ticklish.

*Courtesy of Tomas

.AntiVJ in Breda.

A short TV report for the whiz kids on Netherlands National TV. On their recent projection mapping project in a Cathedral church in Breda. Imagine how grandeau that could be, having the sounds of echoing organ tingling down your spine.