As anyone who lives in Edmonton knows, there is almost nowhere to eat downtown. And if you happen to discover, always too late, that one of your favourite places to eat happens to be closed until five when it reopens for dinner, and it’s, say, three-thirty, well, those are some dire circumstances indeed. I found […]Read more "A Brief Conversation About Advertising And The Future Of Everything"
I’ve learned to enjoy editing. What used to frustrate me about it is that my lack of technical knowledge always got in the way of what I was trying to do. I knew where I wanted to go, but not how to get there. And you can read all the manuals and watch all the […]Read more "Craftsmanship and New Trailer For THIS WIND"
I love the city of Edmonton, Alberta. And I’m perplexed by it. It’s this sprawling, squat homunculus of a city, full of one-story block-buildings and Soviet-era bunkers. I’m told Edmonton experienced its major construction boom in the ’70s, during the height of the Cold War; I can’t help but feel the majority of the structures […]Read more "Infill Edmonton"
Today I re-read one of my favourite essays: David Foster Wallace’s “E Unibus Pluram: Television And U.S. Fiction.” Aside from Wallace’s always-delightful blending of the hyperintellectual and the hypercolloquial, what I really enjoy about the paper is Wallace’s exploration of the usage of irony in fiction writing, and to what degree irony is still useful. […]Read more "The Post-Irony Manifesto"
Autumn is an incredible season. There’s nothing I can say about it that people far more talented than me haven’t already said better, but the power of the change implicit in Fall’s leaves and cold winds demands some comment. This autumn I have the distinct pleasure of helping a good friend make a film that takes […]Read more "As Autumn Moves In"
Two summers ago I painted my grandma’s fence. I would generally show up around eight or nine in the morning, work for two or three hours, and then come in and sit at the kitchen table where grandma would pour me bottomless cups of coffee while I tried to keep paint off of her freshly-laundered […]Read more "From Grandma’s Kitchen"
One year ago, Trina, Aerlan, and I were running all over Edmonton shooting Cities And Plains. We had no money and no permission to shoot anywhere, so we just went wherever we wanted, using wireless mics to conceal the fact that we were even making a movie. Aerlan constructed a make-shift shoulder mount out of an old tripod. We almost […]Read more "T-Minus One Week"