We took bunch of B roll for the awesome snowboard footage that we never filmed because it was too much darn fun riding that freshy pow pow in the blizzard.
(Music Produced by Cray J)
Starring: Brian, Nelson, Tim, & James
Took a day trip up to Mt. Snow in Vermont to snowboard on Super Bowl Sunday and played around filming with the Ikan Gimbal Stabilizer. Then Brian McCann took some of the better footage from the slopes and cut it into a nice edit with tunage and super dope slow motion to show off the gnar gnar shreddin'
Music- Animals by Delicate Steve
This answer is based in the theory of evolution.
Every modern creature that walks the earth today is a result/conglomerate of genetic mutations that occur during reproduction. New traits in a species that result from genetic mutations are selected over time on the basis of whether they increase the species' ability to survive and reproduce; adventageous traits gained through genetic mutation are thus passed down through the gene pool. All of our modern concepts/classifications of species, or breeds of species, are simply the most recent and most common genetic mutation of that gene pool.
Now, consider the "Chicken", this being the present day and most up-to-date genetic variation of that species of bird. Now, at some point there was a bird, very similar to this Chicken, but was not a Chicken by genetic standards. This bird laid an egg that birthed a bird ("The Chicken") that was slightly different because of it's genetic mutation.
Therefore this newly born bird would be a "Chicken", hatched from a Chicken egg. The bird that laid the chicken egg however, would not be considered a "Chicken" because of its slight differences in genetics. The Chicken egg was laid by a bird that was not a Chicken.
Therefore we can safely affirm that the Egg came before the Chicken.
Mic Drop.
-J
This Vlog contains B Roll and behind the scenes footage compiled from a 3 day weekend spent in the Catskill Mountains during July of 2016.
Projects that the boys did work on included:
A collaborative painting.
My first job I started in the Summer after 8th Grade. I was a dish washer at the local deli. The deli made sandwiches, but also catered, baked, and took pride in mixing and preparing its own ingredients. The result was a high turnover and a consistent supply of dishes. I worked there for five days a week, for eight hours a day. The only time that I ever saw an empty sink, was when I finally got to sweep and mop the floors at the end of the day before going home. Dishes weren’t my only task, I also kept the storefront and storage rooms clean, stocked the soda case, and arranged the dry goods on the shelves. Doing the dishes, however, is where I spent most of my time at work. There were two sinks. These were, respectively, the “Front Sink”, and the “Back Sink”. You can bet that if I was at the back sink rinsing off a plate, someone else was leaving the morning Coffee pots in the front sink. There was no dishwasher. I was the dishwasher, a dishwasher that was made up of adolescent muscle, hot water, sponges, steel wool, and Ajax.
I will never work in food service again. Being stuck over that sink, at three O’clock PM, on a hot day in August, turning up the hot water in order to soak and scrub the chicken meat off of the pans that it had been baked onto while it cooked in the same oven that was now heating more pans of cookies and muffins right next to my head, giving off excess heat, while my sweat dripped down off the tip of my nose and I could feel the fibers of my employee t-shirt increasingly becoming stuck to my back at an exponential rate, was not fun. In fact, I think it was the least fun. It reminded me of Calvin & Hobbes when the dad tells Calvin that something will help him build character. It reminded me of Sisyphus, with my immense boulder being the empty and dirtied egg salad plates. At the end of the day though, I got a free sandwich.
I let the dishes build up in the sink of my apartment. I don’t do much cooking, so there aren’t many dishes. However, on occasion, I’ll have company over to share a bottle of wine, and this will create some dirty wine glasses. I couldn’t possibly be re-using that glass knowing that someone other than myself had put their lips to it. I might be in my mid-twenties with a life and knowledge of self that is crumbling about me in an alcohol induced, online dating frenzy, but I have some kind of standards. I also eat cereal, and this creates bowls and spoons. On occasion, I’ll determine that the water cup I have been using for the past week has now become “dirty”, (from dust I think) and therefore must be deposited in the sink and a new water cup must be brought down to replace it. In this fashion, I can accrue a sink full of bowls, spoons, and glassware that usually reaches capacity after a span of two to three weeks.
You would think that my procrastination and seeming avoidance of doing the dishes would be symbolic of an aversion or disdain for the practice. This is not the case. I have always put academic things off until the last minute. This has never been an indication of my lack of interest, or the resulting enjoyment that I receive, once I have dove into a task. By putting off the doing of the dishes, one dish at a time, I can simultaneously defer the work and increase the eventual gratification that I will receive. It can also be argued that procrastination is a method of efficiency. Why should I get out the soaps and the sponges and the towels, just to clean one spoon? If I am to put myself in the position and context to accomplish a task, I may as well consolidate as many of theses similar tasks being done into one grouping, thereby netting myself more free time, and making sure that the job is done properly when it is eventually taken on.
I enjoy doing the dishes because I like the hot water and soap on my hands. I enjoy doing the dishes because, when you’re working with hot water in a sink, it requires that you set aside your electronic handheld devices. I enjoy doing the dishes because, while it is a task that requires your entire physical attention for the moment, it takes none of your mental attention. I enjoy doing the dishes because I daydream when I do. Sometimes I put on music, or a stand up comic in the background. Other times I might sing a tune or whistle to myself. Another time i might stare dumbly at the wall in front of me and make sure the dishes are cleaned, rinsed and dried. Perhaps this form of physical meditation is comforting because it brings me back to that Summer after middle school. Maybe the muscle memory and sensual similarities to that first job I had is experienced as fulfilling and relaxing now that it’s being done on my own terms and at a more leisurely pace.
Doing dishes is very democratic, for both the dishes and the people who wash them. Most of us have done the dishes before, either at our parents instruction, for work, community service, or perhaps disciplinary reasons. Each dish will receive the same treatment when it is being cleaned. If they’re placed into the same electronic, hydraulic box dishwasher, then this is more than apparently true. When done by hand, this is more at the washer’s discretion, however, par for the course for a clean dish is relatively similar, regardless if you’re a knife, a salad bowl, or a teacup. One must appraise the dirt on the object, and work until it has been removed. The object for all these objects is the same, if you boil it down to its barest form. To wash a dish is to return it to (as close as possible) its original state. Perhaps, when I’ve finished clearing my little sink, and dried off my hands, then I’ll have (if even for a moment) returned to my original state.
-J
As a first post to get this page going, I decided to just link out to the Wickleweed Productions Youtube Playlist "Vlog" which is collection of videos mostly shot in the "Selfie", a narcissistic and self-obsorbed, first person perspective from my life. I think I'll make some subsequent posts shortly with more detailed analysis and breakdowns, for each of these highly intellectual documentaries. But for now if you're interested to see, simply let the playlist run and theorize on all the socio-economic and psychological influences that might have driven someone to produce such a plethora of useless content about, mainly, themselves.
-J