Friday, May 29, 2009

Tweeting With The Stars

First, the other day I was sitting at Panera working on some film festival stuff, and this guy comes in. He was dressed in some stereotypical homeless garb, so I instantly assume he is homeless. He is holding a giant plastic BW3's cup when he comes in the door, stands and looks around, goes over to the pop machine and fills up his cup, and walks out. For some reason this is the most incredible thing I have seen all week, maybe it's just a slow week.

That was completely irrelevant I just keep thinking about it.
Anyway, so I've been thinking a lot about this whole celebrities-on-social-networking-sites phenomenon. Mostly because Taylor Swift and David Archuleta are on my Twitter feed (is that what it's called?) and I am friends with them on Facebook. I think it is so sweet that celebs are on the sites, and clearly 63,000 others agree with me. This was actually sparked by Taylor's recent facebook status: "Trying to convince Abigail's parents to let her come to New York with me. I know the drill, we've been doing this since we were 14." and I was instantly like, oh Abigail from the song "Fifteen", that's cool that they are still friends. So I'm reading the comments on her status and only ONE other person mentioned that, so I was proud that I knew ALL the words to her songs, and then instantly depressed when I remembered I was 22. But I think that's the flipside of stars on Twitter/Facebook, it's humbling. Either someone like me who knows all the words and appreciates people foremost for their natural talent and the skill in songwriting, etc. Or the more stalkerish people who know her favorite kind of french fry and what day she gets her period. Especially when it comes to Taylor Swift, everyone thinks oh I am her biggest fan! and then you go on Facebook and... no, you are definitely NOT her biggest fan.

So I'm seeing possibilities:
One, we start seeing a dramatic increase in artists who get big after getting their start from a die-hard online following, like Secondhand Serenade, Ronnie Day, and Savannah Outen [who you can see at OIFF on July 27th!]
Two, fans start getting more stalkerish trying to outdo others and really be the biggest fan. I'm having flashes of King of Comedy here. [If you haven't seen it, basically Robert DeNiro is a crazed fan of Jerry Langford (a Jay Leno type host/comedian), who fantasizes an entire friendship with him because he knows him so well, and after real Jerry's repeated rejections, he kidnaps Jerry and steals his show for a night.]
Also, while doing research for OIFF, I came across this website:
http://www.contactanycelebrity.com
that absolutely blows my mind for obvious reasons.
While King of Comedy is the extreme of the "parasocial relationship" phenomenon introduced by serial television, I'm still guilty of it myself to some extent. In the past, my favorite tv show has become such a ritualistic part of my life that I kind of feel like I know the characters. I can still quote everything Ephram Brown ever said and tell you his whole life story. And then when the show ends it's like a part of your life is gone. It's kind of pathetic, but also really amazing to me. And now we can do the same thing with the actual celebrity. This might be getting closer to better, because it's real people and not fake characters. But then we get into the one-way parasocial thing, the same complication that plagues our interaction with "friends" with people we actually know on facebook. Does being friends on Facebook or Twitter really count as keeping in touch? Like I can read your updates and everything, but there's no guarantee you're doing the same thing with mine. The answer is clearly no and everyone knows it, and the same goes for celebrities: it only makes us feel like we know them better, when in fact we don't. It brings them closer to us and maybe humanizes them, but it simultaneously feeds our addiction and fuels our celebrity culture, perpetuating that they are deserving of the god-like status we afford them. So like most things nowadays, I guess we'll take the good with the bad!

Friday, May 22, 2009

This Week!

Well clearly this blog has been a huge failure. But now that it's summer and I have graduated (!!) I'm hoping to have more time, since during the school year I thought it would be a super idea to shoot a feature film in 30 days! I don't have anything intellectual right now so I will just copy KT and write down everything I did this week so that I can feel like maybe I am accomplishing something with my post-graduate life?

Monday
8am: wake up, shower, drive to Oxford
9am-10am: go to the mafia office, export the drum video, finish watching some more OIFF submissions, throw all the dvds in my car, drive around high street for a while working on locations for AJ's film looking for 26 1/2 High Street.
11am: Finally realize I am a failure at finding that place, head to JC's
12pm-3pm: watch about 20 more short films, quickly reject them all, re-watch about 30 shorts to remind JC what they are about, stare at the scheduling bulletin board for about 2 hours trying to fit 50 films in 26 spots?
3pm-4pm: finish the schedule (mostly), drive to work
4pm: arrive late for work, as usual
4pm-10pm: work/pretend to work
10pm-11pm: workout

Tuesday
8am:
wake up, shower, drive to Oxford
9am-10am: go to the mafia office, re-edit and re-export the drum video, go through all the bad OIFF dvd's looking for all of the animations.
10am-12pm: start taking pictures of different locations for AJ's movie [drive down Western Drive, stop in the middle of the road to snap one of Langstroth Cottage, almost get hit by a kid on a bike, keep driving, stop at Boyd Hall, get pissed that the whole street's parking is blocked off, so I park across the street, and look around for a good 5 minutes for any parking services spies since my parking pass is expired, run up to the top of Boyd Hall and take pictures until I get back down to the bottom, drive over to Peabody, park in the lot down the street, do another parking services survey, run into Peabody and repeat the Boyd routine, run back to my car, realize I left all 4 windows completely down, take a quick inventory of all my valuables, and drive over to Western Cottage, where I take pictures all around the building, start driving up the driveway and quickly realize it's a sidewalk and I am about to roll down a steep tree-covered cliff, get out to take more close-up pictures, get yelled at by some random guy with a disgusting red beard that did not match his equally disgusting brown hair, drive away quickly, drive back up the one-way street and discover that the Peabody parking lot I just parked in is now GONE, and the dumptrucks are hauling away the remains, repeat the picture-taking routine at Clawson, Thompson, McKee, Patterson Place, Havighurst, and some random bridges]
12pm: go over to Tom's to pick up DVD's and head over to JC's
12pm-4pm: re-watch more DVD's, double check the program, organize all the accepted films into their appropriate categories, look up all the films and copy down all their information into my master excel sheet, create contact list for all 50 films, create online listings for all the films that were submitted via paper entries, get invited to create an IMDB page for all the films I just submitted
4pm: JC and I go to McDonald's
4:30pm-10pm: continue with the list-making, type up and revise the 3-page acceptance email to be sent out to everyone as well as the rejection letter, send out 40 personalized acceptance letters to all the short films, call IndieFest to setup our online screenings
10pm-12am: Cody arrives at JC's to pick up the camera/lights, and ends up staying for two hours talking about Christian Bale and Michael Bay and the Cincinnati Film Commission
12pm: go over to Williams to get Cody the camera/lights
12am-5am: continue with programming, re-watch about 20 shorts with JC to remind him what they are about so that we can pick the remaining 25 online films, learn how to use our scheduling software B-side, enter in all 50 films and their information
5am-6am: drive home, fall asleep at the wheel several times, but somehow manage not to hit anything (that I know of)

Wednesday
8am: wake up, start doing laundry, thinking that it will be a good idea to do laundry and sleep in between every 40 minutes. It was not, naps are very overrated and everyone I know
(and don't know) decided this was a really good time to call me. Somewhere in there I (allegedly) left Lauren a really interesting voicemail that I have no recollection of. Note to self: don't call people while you are asleep.
1pm: shower and go to work
2pm-10pm: work
10pm-11pm: workout
11pm: go home, pass out

Thursday
9am: wake up, shower, go to Oxford
10am-1pm: edit drum video, export and burn and deliver to Pete's house
1pm: meet with Matt to pickup the camera, have him drive me over to my car since I have to park really far away now :( then over to the Cole Service Building.
1:30pm-3pm: Met with Mark Lawrence, director of utility services, who gave me a tour of the steam tunnels underneath Miami. Apparently the entrance is in some secret portal inside the new business school, I felt like I was in the Chronicles of Narnia. Except the wardrobe did not lead to Narnia, but to hell. The steam tunnels were probably like 90 degrees so I was basically pouring sweat, but they were really cool (looking) and I got to wear a hard hat, and took tons of pictures for AJ. A lot of the pipes and stuff in there are apparently about 300 degrees, so pretty much almost burned all my skin of several times, and learned from Mark wayyyyyy more than I ever wanted to know about utility systems.
3pm-4pm: go back to the MAFIA suite, finish exporting Petrol trailers, put the MAFIA computer in my car while trying not to look suspicious and drove home.
4pm: work out, shower, go out with fam for Curt's birthday

Friday
9am: wake up, shower, answer a bazillion OIFF emails
11am: try to procrastinate by watching Everwood, but I cannot find the episodes, so I get really depressed because I really wanted to watch it
12pm: put all 400 OIFF dvd's in numerical order on my bookshelf so that I can find them quickly next week
1pm: arrive late for work as usual
1pm-10pm: work/pretend to work, talk to AJ and JC about all the legalities of him coming to Miami to film, talk to a random PR woman for one of the OIFF films, talk to Kelley about how much more exciting her summer is than mine
10pm-11:30pm: workout
11:30-1am: answer emails, watch The Soup, and talk to the epic Cody Smith about some epic stuff
(...like his epic failing)