GOTIME

RGB. My life is engulfed in creative speak. I live, dream, speak in creative terms, I have conversations all day about creative things, I work on creative projects all day every day. It's almost overwhelming. Scratch that, it IS overwhelming, it overwhelms most aspects of my life. Film, graphic design, photography, music; these four creative fields DOMINATE my days. Today I wore RGB, red green blue, the additive color mode that infatuates most mediums outside of print (all hail CMYK). The combination of the primary colors of red, green, and blue, will make up any and every color you can think of. That said, as college is slowly coming to an end, I'm realizing that the reds, the greens, and the blues of life, three categories that have NO REASON knowing each other, are coming together. Things that have been taught to me since I was a child are now becoming very important. Habits I have developed over time now matter. My interests I have developed, practiced, and perfected in these last four years of college are all of a sudden going to be what I base my livelihood after. RGB. They're coming together. Becoming 1. And I'm only 21, almost 22. I've got four words.

WHAT IN THE WORLD.

Life's crazy. These last couple weekends have been MADNESS.

CRAZINESS ENSUES



Last Saturday: Pumpkin Patch.

Ms. Alyssa Morris and Ms. Bree Kather had a brilliant idea: go to a MASSIVE pumpkin patch, get lost in the corn maze, watch pumpkins get launched into space, search for the PERFECT pumpkin, and then carve that perfect pumpkin. And that's exactly what we did. Ms. Alyssa Morris, Ms. Bree Kather, Mr. Michael Warnecke, Mr. Joel Limbauan, and myself headed to Tanaka Farms in Irvine, CA to this big ol' pumpkin patch. There was this WILD corn maze with all sorts of WILD kids running all around it. There was this pumpkin cannon that launched pumpkin rejects into a barren hill (the pumpkin canon guy was great, way too enthusiastic for his own good). There was THOUSANDS of pumpkins, many of which were not suitable pickings for the PERFECT specimen we were looking for. Nevertheless, "perfect" is hard to come by, virtually impossible, so we had to settle for less. We then went back to Ms. Alyssa Morris' house where her mom prepared a FANTASTIC soup-in-breadbowl dinner for us, a dinner we did not deserve. As the night continued, Mr. Ben Jacuk joined us, we ate candy, and carved pumpkins (the girls provided WILD accessories like glitter and paint to decorate the pumpkins, two materials I had never considered using before). I may include pictures at some point, they haven't been uploaded to Instagram yet, so I can't quite spoil the experience. Overall, GREAT day/night.

Last Sunday: Film Festival.

Last second, I was asked by Mr. Alex Sparks and Ms. Cherith Simmons to design the credits for the short film "Two Car Garage and a Swimming Pool." So I did. And I dug them. And they dug them. "Two Car Garage and a Swimming Pool" screened at SPIFFest, the San Pedro International Film Festival. I was invited... as the title designer.... I'm not complaining! It was a great time, super super random, there were some BIZARRE films that screened, the most bizarre, in my opinion, ended up winning an award. Eh. We played hard.

Afterward, Mr. Taylor Moore's mom treated us to a nice dinner aboard the Queen Mary cruiseline! We were dressed to impressed for the Film Fest, might as well go somewhere where dressed-to-impress in a requirement. Great people, great food, great venue, great memories. Thank you Mrs. Moore.

Last Monday: Birthday Party.

Ms. Missy McAllister turned 21 on Monday. Ms. Giselle Gonzalez had a brilliant idea, "Let's celebrate Missy's birthday by going to the beach for sunrise!" So we did. 5:30 am, we took off from school, headed down to Huntington Beach and enjoyed the slow light crawl that is sunrise. It's true, the sun does not rise over the ocean BUT being at the ocean during sunrise is still a wonder in itself. There was this great pre-morning mist that inhabited the atmosphere, the air was crisp, the waves were being ROCKED by surfers of all shapes and sizes. It was Ms. Missy McAllister's birthday. We then headed to this small breakfast join called the "Sugar Shack" and enjoyed a nice warm breakfast at a ridiculously early hour. Definitely a good time, definitely a tiring time, and we got back just in time for class to start! HUZZAH!

Friday: GYRAD

Gyrad. Get Your Roommate A Date. This is a Biola tradition that, in my opinion, is an absolute blast. Here's the objective. Get Your Roommate A Date. Simple. It's popular among dorm life, I went on a few my freshman/sophomore years. Then I moved off-campus. I haven't even heard of GYRAD in two years. And then I was asked on one, and I said "YES, OF COURSE!" I love these things and here's why. They're just fun, a good ol' time with more often not a member of the opposite sex that you do not know. It quality time to get to know another human being. A lot of people do not like GYRADS, perhaps it's because they take them to seriously. Perhaps it's because they think they are lame and boring. Let me tell you something, even the most riveting and life-changing, fun things can be "lame and boring" if you put your mind to it. Likewise, even the most lame and boring things can be "riveting and life-changing" if you put your mind to it. All that said, I super dig gyrads.

So, Ms. Rose Peterson asked me if I would like to go with her roommate Ms. Addi Esson and I was all about it! The gyrad was as follows: BIGGER OR BETTER. Start with a penny, go around the neighborhood(s) and ask "Do you have anything bigger or better than this that you would like to trade?" If yes, they trade and you have a new item. Fun game. A group of four of us, Ms. Rose Peterson, her boyfriend Mr. Michael Morton, Ms. Addi Esson, and myself set off to conquer this game. We ran into all sorts of interesting folks, the best being a woman moving out of her boyfriends house. They were both snapping at each other as he was trying to find something to give us. She kept calling his house junk, that we could literally "take anything because it's all trash." We ended up getting a LARGE dog house from the gentlemen as the woman drove away with all her belongings on a AAA truck (those guys come in all emergencies apparently). The dog house ended up being the largest item of the gyrad, so we won in the size category! Super fun, lots of good laughs, good memories, solid gyrad, always a fan.

Saturday: Bakery Dance Party

So the house I live in, it's called the Bakery. Many, if not all, off-campus houses have a house warming party of some sort, welcoming in friends, acquaintances, and random people into their homes to enjoy and experience the space. The Bakery wanted to throw and dance party AND THAT WE DID. There are many reasons why this party was a massive success. 1. We kept it DRY. 2. We kept it CLEAN. 3. We kept it BUMPIN'. 4. We kept it SWEATY. People had a BALL. It was so so much fun, so so much high temperatures, so so much sweat. BUT people had a BALL. I could go into the logisitics, but in a way, it needs to be kept secret so the next party can ROCK THE WORLD. SO fun. It's been talked about everyday since. I talked with Mr. Kyle Norman and Mr. Cody Ramaekers for a straight hour about how fun it was. It was JUST FUN! Can't wait for the next one. Here's some of my favorite shots from the night:

 THIS ^ is a PERFECT example of how the hosts of the party should be hosting the party BEFORE IT EVEN STARTS.

AND BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.







That's the post, ladies and gents. WHAT. A. LIFE. WE. LEAD.


Do something you've never done before this week. Watch the sunrise. It's beautiful. Watch the sunset LITERALLY watch the sunset. Sit there and watch the sky turn colors. Watch it all. And love it.

Shoes

I feel like there is something stuck to the bottom of my shoe.  It might be busyness. The sheer busyness of life that just sticks there like a nasty bundle of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Annoying to say the least. But you just have to live with it, there's not much you can do.

This blog has been getting the boot. So gnarlys busy.

Here's the trailers to the films that have been taking the majority of my hours. Take a look:

Wagner Teaser from Mawwiage Films on Vimeo.

Animal Fiction - Official Trailer from Morgan Lott on Vimeo.

These two weeks in particular have been OFF THE CHAIN. Every film major at Biola has to participate in the "BIOLA FILM" at least one semester, coming together to plan, produce, execute, and release a short film.  Our film is called Little Red Elephant, a story about a newspaper writer who meets Zach, a special needs student at a school she is covering for the local newspaper.  Take a look.

Little Red Elephant Promo from kevin maksimenko on Vimeo.

For the production, I am the 1st Assistant Cameraman. I pull the focus. Make sure what needs to be crisp and clear is indeed crisp and clear. It's been a learning experience, no doubt, and the opportunity to learn the RED One camera inside and out has been especially beneficial.  We'll see what happens, eh? We continue shooting through this weekend. Here are some production stills.'

Lead actor, Zach, on the left and lead actress, Riley, on the right. Not to mention our wonderful writer Ms. Julia Rothenbuhler hanging out in the middle.

Qual.




Tomorrow's going to be a long day. Friday's going to be a long day. Saturday's going to be a long day. Sunday's going to be a long day.


FOR THE SAKE OF FILM.





Have a wonderfully wonderful day, friends and neighbors.

Combo-Nation

WOW! Well hello, it's been a while. This bloggy got the back seat these last couple weeks because, well, it has been an ABSOLUTE ZOO! Up above is not a picture from today; instead, there are two throwback images to send us back to yesteryear. They are fun to look at and remember...things. Okay, back to reality. The last few weeks have been off-the-hook crazy, so here we go, in chronological order.


We begin with finals, the best week of every college students semester. Study study study, project project (more the latter). One of those times where, before finals week, the workload that needs to be accomplished seems a monstrosity and impossible for the timeframe, and then 5 days and little sleep later, it's finished, all of it.  It's a strange, great feeling. I don't have much to show for my exams, but for my Integrated Design II final, we officically completed the 100 Days project, mine being THE SLEEPTALK 100 (http://sleeptalk100.tumblr.com). This was a 2 part final, half of which is still in production. But here is the first half: a 32" x 24" poster, including the transcript of sleeptalks from each of the 100 days, running from September 1 to December 9.  Enjoy and expect part 2 of 2 in the coming weeks!

And then, all a sudden, school is out. UNREAL. 6 weeks of break from formal education. After this insane intensity of finals week, FREEDOM was here. Well, not quite. I've been learning some things as I've got through college and one of these "learnings" is college is not forever and you need a job. I've been somewhat proactive and have become involved with a new clothing company called the ADAMO Collection. A few guys from Huntington Beach and a few from Biola connected and began production for a creative community created for the youth by the youth.  I was asked to produce a video or two for them and I was more than obliged. It was GREAT being a part of this process. The creative inspiration and ideas these guys produce are unbelievable and having the opportunity to film pretty rad stuff was just that...pretty rad. I'll let them tell you their story:

ADAMO Interview from ADAMO Collection on Vimeo.

Working clothes for the graffiti segment. That stuff is PUNGENT.

And then BOOM! It's Christmas! Here's a great video from one of my favorite filmmakers Eliot Rausch. A great look into a modern day Christmas. Super interesting.

O NIGHT DIVINE from Eliot Rausch + Phos Pictures on Vimeo.

Christmas though, AWESOME! Always is. There's something about this season, seeing family, seeing friends, giving and receiving gifts, and most of all, celebrating the birth of our Savior, God turned flesh to save us from our own sins, Jesus Christ. Born in a stable, fulfilling prophecy, the star shines bright. Do we deserve it? Not one bit. Every time I try and think about this ultimate sacrifice I'M BLOWN OUT OF MY BOOTS! Sure is Good News.

And WOAH! Here's some of my extended family. We took a picture together. Yes, yes we did.

And WOAH! Here's some more of my extended family, watching my sisters and cousins performing "Go Tell It On The Mountain" in a very peculiar way.

And WOAH! Christmas is over and WOAH! New Year's is here!

New Year's is a bizarre experience. It's when the earth completes one complete revolution around the sun. 365 days. That's all. But it's a BIG DEAL. I guess. Just take a look at Time Square New York. Yeah. Big deal. So, for New Year's, people party. Parties all over. Big parties, small parties, ragers, get-togethers.  Mr. Austin Axen and Mr. Kyle Norman decided to invite a group of Biola people as well as a group of Simi Valley people to celebrate the coming of 2012.  Good times, good conversation, good fun. And 4 on a couch for a man? Well, the late arrival of Mr. Josh Suaverdez turned the gentlemen's record around and we went on to win the next 3 rounds, taking the championship.  We also threw down some PHAT fireworks, gettin' crazy with the explosives. Fireworks are always a good time, especially when you play with them in a safe manner, with a water source nearby. And Piccolo Pete's? Always a winner. And an earsore. A toast, watching a recording of the famous BALL in NYC, and celebrating into the night brought in 2012 RIGHT.

Here's the group x2!

But OH! It's not over. My little broski's are on the Royal High School, my alma matter, soccer team. They play games now and then and I take pictures now and then. Can you say perfect opportunity? The absolutely gorgeous sunset can too.

Fútbol.

And THEN. The project from the last couple days:

So in the film industry (maybe music industry?), there's this weird thing called the REEL. I'm not quite sure what it's all about, but basically it's a filmic resume, a collection of work that demonstrates and gives examples of your work in a compressed, short form video. The last few days I have been working on gathering clips scattered throughout the wide variety of videos I have conjured up, and spent quite a bit of time organizing and editing them together to create just that: my collection of work. So here it is, for you:


Morgan Lott // 2012 Demo Reel from Morgan Lott on Vimeo.





And then BOOM! Here we are today. It's been quite the few weeks! Things happen, lots of things happen. That's life. Don't blink or else it will skip right by you and you'll wake up and wonder where the last 50 years of your life went. Boy, that'd be nuts.




Friends, make memories each and every day. Discover something new about yourself. Be curious. Be passionate. LIVE LIFE!

The Blues

It's one of those weeks where everything that potentially can happen, has happened, is happening, needs to happen, and will happen.  The to-do list is absurd and unfortunately this blog isn't too high on that list.  It is what it is.

Today is the last normal Wednesday of the semester. If you've been around a while, you know that this means the powder blue 1984 Los Angeles Olympics suit is pulled out and worn. This is a tradition that has held strong since mid-high school.  This year is a little different, however. Somehow, someplace, sometime, the powder blue 1984 Los Angeles Olympics necktie disappeared somehow, someplace, sometime between leaving my house for the summer to arriving at Biola for the semester. This story is further, further detailed, in this blog post: http://emliv.blogspot.com/2011/09/backs-and-forths.html (aside: that's a pretty great blog post, super random stuff in that there week). So, that said, I ran around tie-less today. It was sad. I was on the verge of tears. This is a family heirloom and irreplaceable. I told my roommates I would pay up to $100 for a new powder blue 1984 Los Angeles Olympics necktie.  I also told them I am going to write a hand written letter to Levi's (the official 1984 Los Angeles Olympics clothing sponsor) just to see what they can do. Seriously. Heart-breaking.

Know what isn't heart-breaking? Watching movies from your childhood, but let's start from the beginning. Last Friday, Mr. Austin Axen organized a fantastic family dinner and it was fantastic.  I'm not quite sure what inspired it, but Mr. Axen has a knack for making normal things, like dinner at the caf, an event to remember. Thank you Austin.  The annual Biola University Christmas Tree Lighting followed and boy, it never fails to be spectacular. Carols, the King, candlelight. Perhaps the highlight was the showing of this video and watching this "adorbs" couple light the massivity of a Christmas tree themselves. Enjoy:





And then, to top it all off, Mr. Kyle Norman and Mr. Scott Weir had this brilliant idea (an idea I was unintentionally unaware of) to invite all sorts of people to my apartment to watch the movie we grew up loving, continue to love, and will always love: SPACE JAM.  I had talked to Kyle a few weeks ago, we talked about how great of a movie Space Jam is and then all of a sudden, people are at my house watching it.  Because I did not organize, I do not have a clue how or why people showed up at my house, but BOOM here they and BOOM we proceed to watch the triple-Oscar winning film SPACE JAM featuring Academy Award winning actor Michael Jordan who has also won some other sort of basketball awards.  Here was the group in alphabetical order: Mr. Austin Axen, Ms. Laura Cook, Ms. Sierra Falco, Ms. Sarah Hau, Mr. Ben Jacuk, Mr. Joel Limbauan, Ms. Melanie Lott, Ms. Sarah McAlpine, Ms. Melanie McLaughlin, Mr. Kyle Norman, Mr. Josh Suaverdez, Ms. Moe Tucker, Mr. Michael Warnecke, Mr. Scott Weir, two other guests (I'm embarrassed for not knowing their names), maybe one or two people I forgot, and then myself, Mr. Morgan Lott.

Following the movie, a game of charades broke out, spontaneity at its finest. Acting took place, laughing followed. Solid crew, solid film, solid good times. I've heard from a few people that Friday night was one of, if not THE best night of the semester. I'm not going to lie, friends, it was up there. When the Looney Tunes joins your party, it's a night to remember.

And now I have two random videos for you:

They are artsy, watch out:






And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the post for the last normal Wednesday of the semester. To think we start just a short few days ago... wow, time flies... as always.


Drink something for dinner you haven't tried in a while. Like cranberry juice with ice. Try it.

Tick Tock

It's November 2nd. It's November 2nd? Yeah, it's November 2nd. Time is ticking away, tick, tick, ticking away. It's rather incredible: it's November which means it's almost December, so it's basically 2012. Before long, it's summer break, school will start up, and hey, it's November again. Time's flying fast and is only getting faster. Blink and you'll miss it.

This week has been rather exciting. Lots happened and I'll explain. It was great week, lots of out-of-the-ordinary, living life on the edge, taking risks, getting uncomfortable.

First, I wrote this intending for it to wind up on the blog. I can't exactly remember when it was written, but hey, it still applies. Pretty random, interesting, weird? Yeah, pretty weird subject material.

"I've realized something: I am not an initiator.  In most situations, I simply do not initiate.  I show up to a gathering of people, I am not one to go up to someone and start a conversation.  It's difficult for me to initiate beginning projects; the beginning, getting started, is consistently, by far, the hardest part of any assignment, project, film, etc.  I typically do not initiate objectives of greetings, such as a handshake, a hug, a high-five.  I normally do not introduce myself to people I have not met before.  In all of these situations, I generally wait for the other to initiate, which may or may not be a bad thing (as always, there are exceptions to the rule). As I'm thinking about it, I think this is why: when you initiate, you initiate by doing the thing you are most comfortable with. For instance, in a greeting, you may go in for the hug or extend your hand for a handshake based on what you like, are used to, were raised doing. I don't know what you're most comfortable with and, honestly, I'm comfortable with most anything. So when I wait for YOU to initiate, I assume you are going to initiate with the "greeting" you are most comfortable with.  You want a high-five? I'll give you a big ol' high five.  The one that every once in a while gets uncomfortable and somewhat awkward is my failure to introduce myself. I think the main reason for this is I'm pessimistic in the fact that: why meet someone if you're never going to see them again? If I notice I'm around somebody somewhat often, then yes, I will meet them and yes, I will remember their name. But if it's a random meeting, there's no way in the world I'm going to remember their name (I can just assume they won't remember mine), so why bother? Yes, I know, this is a terrible view to hold. I honestly am working on it and trying to be intentional with people, especially new people.

So with that, initiate with me. Test me me out."

Initiation. Take the first step, take the bow. With arms wide open.


This last Friday was Punk 'N' Pie, a HUGE annual Biola-wide talent show.  Somehow, I was privileged to participate in two groups out of the 10-odd acts that had made the auditional cut.

The first act was the Punk'd Up Kids, a musical group made up of good friends Ms. Sarah Hau, Ms. Sarah McAlpine, Ms. Moe Tucker, Mr. Amir Girgis, and Mr. Kyle Norman. The first time I played cajon with these folks, I was absolutely BLOWN AWAY by the beautiful sheer talent that, for lack of better words, OOZED from their pores. I was truly honored to be part of this band! The performance went extremely well and the crowd's participation and enthusiasm honestly surprised me, let alone the GREAT response afterward.  Let me present to you the Punk'd Up Kids playing renditions of "Poison & Wine" by the Civil Wars, "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain, and "You Raise Me Up" originally written by Brendan Graham.




After a redonkulous performance by Pidgeoto, who killed it with a hardcore punk rendition of "My Girl," it was time for round 2. Last year, I tried out with a group of friends, Ms. Ashley Emerson, Ms. Darlene Favenir, Ms. Joanna Xu, Mr. Ben Jacuk, Mr. Isaiah Pekary, and Mr. Michael Warnecke, for a on-campus worship band. Long story short, we didn't make it. Long story short, we wanted to play Punk N Pie. Now, for YEARS, Mr. Michael Warnecke, Mr. Ben Jacuk, Mr. Joel Limbauan, and myself enjoyed mimicking and laughing with the band we all know as Creed. Mr. Scott Stapp has a voice unlike any other, incomparable. Mr. Michael Warnecke's impression of Mr. Stapp is SPOT ON, so when we started discussing Punk N Pie ideas and a Creed cover came up, it HAD TO HAPPEN. At first, Michael was a tad unsure about it; after all, who would want to mimic one of the most laughable bands of our generation in front of a thousand college students? After a ton of laughing and consideration, Michael agreed to do it and he was PERFECT.  We ended up putting together a 90's medley, using and restructuring the songs of our generation:

"With Arms Wide Open" - Creed
"It's Gonna Be Me" - *NSYNC
"...Baby One More Time" - Britney Spears
"I Want It That Way" - Backstreet Boys

Enjoy:



This was an absolute ball. The crowd was SO into it, I could hear the crowd singing along from behind my prison of a drum shield! If you don't believe me, refer to the last two songs of the video. Here's some fun facts: at 2:20, I snap a drumstick and then 10 seconds later, my first top falls over. You can see me trying to grab it, freaking out because, well, it's relatively important. Luckily, the beat never dropped and turns out, the majority of people didn't even notice. That pumps me up. Another fun fact: at 4:34, when I step out from behind my prison of a drum shield (during practice and rehearsal and dress rehearsal and without a drum shield, I came all the way out to the front to sing along with my boy band friends), I step on a 3 foot by 1 foot poster and it attaches to my foot. Naturally, I had to pull it off which ended up taking the majority of my 15 seconds of freedom from the prison of a drum shield. Oh well.

All in all, Punk N Pie was an absolute blast. Playing drums, in both cajon form and set form, in an enthusiastic manner was incredibly fun, makes me miss drumming all the more. Although we didn't place (congrats to The Beatles, Xopoc, and Rob Frampton), playing in Punk N Pie was oh so worth it, going down in history. And I must say, I NEVER thought we would actually play a Creed song seriously, let alone in front of a thousand people. WHAT. IN. THE. WORLD.


The party's not over.


The next night, Saturday night, turned into quite the night. So, as a film major at Biola, you have to participate in what is called the Biola film at least one time during your studies. Every semester, a Biola film is written, funded, shot, edited, and premiered and from what I've seen and heard, it's quite the experience from beginning to end. This years Biola film is called "Kids on the Run" and I am not officially a part of it. Here's the promo:


Kids on the Run - Promo from Stephen Diaz on Vimeo.



So Saturday night, the Kids on the Run folks needed a bunch of extras to do a wild party scene in the middle of the desert. Catch was it was from 1am to 9 am. That's all night long. That's a long time, especially when sleep sounds oh, so good. But hey, who remembers sleeping? I talked to a few people, found a ride and at 11pm headed out the door toward Lucerne Valley with driver Mr. Kris Yee and passengers Ms. Sierra Falco, Ms. Veronica Luckey, and Ms. Brittany Watts. After a solid two hour drive, a stop at a convenience store, and directions involving words like "once you get to the middle of nowhere, start looking for...," we arrived at our location. We joined probably 15 to 20 other extras, 15 to 20 crew members and a massive bonfire, it was a guaranteed good time. Now, the problem with the following 8 hours is that I am likely not supposed to tell you what happened for a number of reasons. I guess you'll just have to watch the finished film to find out. Basically we went BERSERK, we went APE, we went straight NUTTY, running around a fire, dancing around a fire, shooting fireworks around a fire...and other stuff... for 8 solid hours. And then we laid in the dirt for a while while the 40 degree frigid air surrounded us. While. Once we were frozen and the sun rose, we began to defrost as we headed home. We arrived back at Biola at approximately 10 am, covered in dirt, eyelids heavy.

Here's the best part about this entire event: In the time the majority of the world (hypothetically) is sleeping, 1,000,000 and a half things happened and they're all in the memory bank for good. It's absolutely incredible how much you can do in the time you're normally sleeping. But watch out, it's also absolutely incredible how much your body takes a toll after a night of extreme chaos and no sleep. Sleep, no matter how great it is NOT to get it, is decently important. Just a lil.





What's funny is the fun isn't over! Monday was Halloween. What's funny is the least exciting part of this week was Halloween. I'm going to go into too much detail, but I went to party, ate some Halloween snacks, flailed my arms a lil, left, then went to the Blue Door and watched Sleepy Hollow, which was surprisingly bizarre. Came back to campus to pick up Mr. Preston Richardson who had nicely asked to crash at my apartment for the night, to which Trop 205 opened it's doors right up. It was good time, legit chattin the photo/video circuit. All in all, good night, decently eventful.



And THAT, my friends, was the last week. Take a deep breath because it's been quite the ride.






Now it's your turn. Make this next week memorable. Live life, go nuts, stay safe, be smart.

And then tell someone about it.

Snaps

I'm back at school, just like *snap* that.  I'm taking a Spanish class, I'm three days in.  It should be good, it's basically immersion.  Which is a good thing, all I think about most of the day is Spanish.  Every day, constant Spanish throughout the week.  It's a good thing, but the class is very long.  Four hours a day, it feels like it get longer every day.  It's the first week though, it will speed up and feel short as the days go by.  Interterm is interterm.  It's bad in a good way.  I'm enjoying myself, there's so much work to be done.  So much work.  It's quite remarkable.


Because of this, I have little time to construct this Wednesday's post.  Sorry, I hope it doesn't produce negative emotions.


I have a couple announcements:

I had some fun designing this last week!  Hooray!  I completely redesigned my twitter profile as well as my myspace profile.  Here's something ironic, twitter is perhaps the most recent, biggest social media website, and myspace is perhaps the least, on the decline form of social media.  Here's the thing, I still dig myspace, I'd be on it every single day if it wasn't for nobody else wants to use it, I don't understand why.  At least from a designer's point of view, myspace destroys facebook, at least it did until myspace 3.0 came out.  It's all relative.  Here are your links:

http://twitter.com/morganlott

http://myspace.com/edwardmorganlottiv

Fun fun fun.



Here's something, while I was at Hume Lake during the summer, I shot two rolls of Kodak T-Max 400 film.  I had a good time, captured some good moments, and now they are online for you, you can now have a good time, you can capture some of those good moments.

Below is the link that links to the live album on my Facebook profile:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=328961&id=714162753&l=110166da35

Here are two shots:

Fun fun fun.




You know what else is fun?


VIDEO(s)



First up, there's this beatboxer called Beardyman and he took his talent to unsuspectors, I dig I dig.




In the spirit of skating, I took a trip back to yesteryear and remembered Rodney Mullen.  Remember Rodney Mullen?  One word: NUTTY.  Revolutionized skateboarding without his style becoming wildly popular.



Have you heard of Pogo?  If you don't recognize the name, you probably would recognize some of his work.  Here's his latest:

"This is remix of sights and sounds that I filmed around the city of Johannesburg, South Africa. This marks the beginning of my World Remix project!"

Super sick, super classic, check it:



Lastly, for all you vocal buffs out there, this video surfaced the other day.  Yesterday, when I found it, it had around 500,000 views.  Now, as I write this, it has 5,393,300 views.  That's quite a difference in a day.  Super super rad.  This homeless man has an incredible voice and he....well I'll just let him tell the story.

Currently, people all over are joining together to help this guy out, get him a job, get his life back together, and it might just work.  I wish him the best.




UPDATE:

This is a great reason why the internet is rockin'. So great. So great.





Incredible.






And that's it folks.  Video heavy, media heavy, not word heavy.  It's a good thing every once in a while, yeah?  Fun fun fun for everyone.





Have a fun-filled day today.  Take a walk outside, feel the temperature, imagine what 20 degrees colder would feel like, and then imagine was 20 degrees warmer would feel like.  If you had to choose one, 20° warmer, 20° colder, or where you are right now, which one would you pick?


I must say, I'd be SO down for 87 degrees right now.  SOOOOO down.

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Hello there.  Good Wednesday to you.  Today is it, cold and drizzly, a type of rain that makes it self known, but ceases to wetten your skin, a strange phenomenon.  This will likely change as rain that is not "wet" does not have the potential to last.  Other than that, the day is well, I'm enjoying today's clothing choice, I like the color finesse and the wool coat providing warmth.  I think it works.  There is no specific meaning behind today's choosing.

For the next three days, my school, Biola University, is putting on the 75th Annual Torrey Conference; this year's theme: "Blessed are the Peacemakers: Redeeming Relationships in the Conflicts of our Lives."  Conflict is a big deal, we all deal with it, I don't know what the deal is; the conference is dealing with dealing with the deal.  I am decently excited the sessions, I think conflict dealt with in the wrong way is a monumental issue in this day in age, we need to learn how to properly manage conflict.  I like the stance of the Torrey conference, we cannot avoid conflict, it is not humanly possible, but it is possible to redeem the negative effects of conflict and positively take care of conflict from this point on.  I'm excited to see what comes of this.


In other news, this last weekend was straight nutty.  I've been saying that of the 72 hours of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I was directly dealing with making films for 60 of them.  I don't know if this is accurate, I haven't done the math.  Here's the point, I spent every waking moment either thinking about film or making film.  I had three projects I was working on: I am wrapping editing a project by Mr. Isaac Svennson called "Donuts," I filmed my own cinematography project that involved cruising all over LA (Venice Beach, Beverly Hills, Huntington Beach, Fullerton, the list continues), and then the filming of Mr. Aaron Kessinger's short film called "Heaven's Never Far Away" which went into the early hours of the morning every day of the three days.  I'm not trying to brag, just trying to put it into perspective.  I think it's safe to say I was all film'd out after this weekend, hopefully my inspiration and desire to produce effective images in motion returns.  I don't think it will stay away long.

I wish I had something fancy to talk about.  I want to write about some subject that really plays with the mind, a subject that will get not only my mind going, but force you to contemplate and consider the subject within the concord of your own life.  But, alas, the subject I wish to speak on is not present within my own mind.  If the subject is not present within my own mind, how can you contemplate and consider the subject within the concord of your own life? So, alas, this paragraph is going to end at an abrupt.



I have some video for your enjoyment.  These have been gathered throughout this week, provided enjoyment to me and the few people I might have shown them to, and now to you, humble internet surfer.  Enjoy enjoy.


This first video is great.  How to prepare a full 3 course meal in under two minutes.  I want to learn how to cook like this, his technique is straight up krill.  He's a beast of a cook.

Note: I thoroughly enjoyed this.




Next up, this gentleman rides a bicycle like it is an extension of his left arm.  I am thoroughly impressed.  I've also never seen someone take out a street sign so gracefully.





Lastly, this guy JAM JAM JAMs on the jazz organ.  I don't really have words for this one.  Check out the consistency of his left hand, jamming the bass.  Thoroughly incredible.  I really don't have words.  Watch.









So there you have it, a rounded blog post.  I hope you enjoyed it. 

I'm posting this during the hour of 7:00 PM.  This is much later than it normally is.  I don't know what will happen, we'll have to wait and see.  Consider it an experiment.



Find someone wearing sandals and compare your foot size with them.  This might strike up a conversation.