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October 29th, 2006

the inner experience of sound

Last night, after sushi, we rented the DVD of the film "The Lake House". We liked it. I like for a movie (and, for that matter, a song) to have a sense of silence about it. "The Lake House" had the right "feel" in that direction. I enjoy time paradox plots, even as I am intrigued to read theoretical speculation that time travel may one day occur. I rather suspect this may be a modern myth, like the Victorian "science" of seeing character in visage. Yet we all live among the techno-mages, and who knows what will happen after we depart?

This morning I completed a primitive animated short. Then I added one of my songs as the soundtrack. I use a very artistically satisfying method of song selection. I look to see how long the animation runs. I mentally add roughly 30 seconds for credits to roll. Then I find which of my songs is roughly that length. This time the winner was a rather noise-drone bit of odd electronica called "The Inner Experience of Thought", which, like having a next-door neighbor friend named Dill, is so fitting that one would have had to invent the title if it had not already been chosen through the kismet of length-selection.

I posted the film, in all its two minutes of glory, at:
Youtube, and you may see it by clicking here

For archival purposes, I'll write that I assembled the film by drawing 87 images with Microsoft Paint, saving them as GIF files, and then creating a GIF animation using the freeware program UnFreez. Then I added the soundtrack and titles using "Windows Movie Maker".

Youtube postings always satisfy thus far. Even after all one's acquaintances view the films, each film seems to develop a life of its own, generating a slow but steady stream of views. I am never in any danger of generating the hundreds of thousands of views that angst-ridden teenagers can generate narrating in first person to a webcam, but I am happy when my little cartoons and videos retain a kind of life of their own.

My index finger tells me that it prefers its mouse-clicks to come with less intensity than 1 minute chess provides.