digitaldownpour's pick of the night 

Looking for something to do tonight after waiting in line at a voting booth all day only to find out that, due to some bureaucratic flub, the only candidates in your riding are a marxist-leninist and a conservative?

Well, here's something that will cheer you up, or maybe it won't, but at least it will let you wallow to the sad and beautiful music that is Iron & Wine. The band is made up of singer-songwriter Sam Beam and perhaps a few of his friends and they'll be playing some mournful, southern folk at La Sala Rossa tonight. The tickets are 12 bucks which is a pretty good deal if you ask me.

Still not convinced? You can listen to a sample of their music here.


ah crud 

So the good news is that the Canada Council jury said they would like to give me and my dad some money to make our film. The bad news is they ran out of money to give so they are all talk and no cash. This means that we probably can't afford to go all the places we planned on going. We're still waiting to hear from SODEC who will let us know their decision next week, but in all likelihood we are going to have to do some major replanning, shooting most of the film in Canada and using archival footage of other places, pretending that we're actually there.

Talk about disapointing.


I voted today. Did you? 

But election day is only next week, you say. That don't matter. I voted today anyways.


the digitaldownpour movie of the week 

What Mozart Saw on Mulberry Street is the cutest, short documentary ever. Filmed in 1956 on 16mm, it sets up camp outside a window on Mulberry St in which a stone bust of the famous composer has taken residence. What follows is a marvelous snippet of the daily lives of passers-by and alley cats as they go about their business and the Mozart looks on.

What I do find odd, though, is that, according to the internet, this film was rated PG-13 for terror/violence, sensuality and brief language. Hmmm. I guess I must have missed those bits.


god is an acronym 


later dudes. 

Photo by J. Currie. Posted by Hello

I'm out of here. I'm headed up north (Muskoka/Georgian Bay Region) for a few months to have some good times and make a bit of cash. Whether or not they have internet access in Honey Harbour (population: effin nobody), we'll see. At any rate, I'll probably not be blogging as extensively as has been done in the recent month and a half of shameful unemployment.

It's a really nice place to visit in the summer and if any coms kids are looking for a really long drive to a party, I'd say this is your best bet. And you're all totally invited. And bring your many, many cameras because photo-ops like the one above come a dime-a-dozen up there.

So if this is my last blog for a really long time, sorry Mira. But I'll have some good stories to tell when I come back. Miss you all like a hole in the head. Maybe more.


it's fun to say poughkeepsie 

Well, I'm off to Poughkeepsie, NY, for the weekend to attend the 50th anniversary of the Robert Flaherty Film Seminar, named of course for the Flaherty famous for directing one of the first ethnographic documentaries, 'Nanook of the North'.

Nanook aparently died of starvation shortly after the movie was released while Flaherty went on to, well, make some other great films, I guess.

So it goes.


the digitaldownpour guide to fringing 

That's right, the Fringe is back once again for 10 crazy days of about 80 even crazier plays. From the 10th to the 20th of June, the festival is taking over nine venues on and around the Main so for all you fringe-virgins out there or for those of you who were just too drunk last year to remember how it's done, here is a comprehensive guide to living on the fringe.

Step 1. Go to the opening night bash. That would be tonight. It's in the Beer Tent, a.k.a. your new best friend, at the corner of Rachel and St-Laurent. It's a great way to make friends, get drunk and make a fool of yourself right off the bat so as to set the tone for the next ten days. So go.

Step 2. Volunteer. Once you've recovered from opening night, head down to fringe headquarters and sign up as a volunteer. They'll probably remember you as the kid who ran up on stage, yelled something about koala bears and then barfed up all their beer at the party last night, so obviously they'll think you're a perfect addition to their unpayed staff. Volunteering is great fun because for every hour of 'work', you get a fringe buck and four fringe bucks will get you into a play. Yippee!

Step 3. See some plays, dammit. Plays are what the fringe is all about. Well, plays and beer. So go see a couple. The fringe works on a lottery system so that means pretty much anybody can have a play. While this is nice and democratic and all, it means that some of the plays really stink. But there are also some really great plays that don't stink at all and those are the ones you should go see.

Step 4. Sleep is for suckers. One of the best fringe volunteer shifts is 'The Overnight'. That means that from midnight to nine am you and five of your friends camp out on St-Laurent and guard the beer tent. Don't worry, it's safe. And the fringe people will give you money for pizza and lend you a tv so you can stay up all night watching T2 or something silly. You also get double fringe bucks for doing the overnight which is super. The only thing is you can't drink the beer since you're supposed to be guarding it, but you can always bring your own.

Step 5. Go to the volunteer party. The volunteer party is fun because you can continue that drinking binge you've by now grown accustomed to even once the fringe has officialy ended and you also get to bid on things with any leftover fringe bucks you may have at the volunteer auction.

So, now that you're all set, get out there and get fringing! And remember, you can't say no to cheap beer. That's just plain rude.

digitaldownpour album of the week 

Spearhead and Michael Franti are good. Everyone Deserves Music is a good disc.

That's it, that's all.


girl talk. 

There's this thing called girl talk that is kind of funny sometimes. You're supposed to lay on your tummy with your chin resting on your hands and swing one or more of your legs back and forth from the knee down, while eating chips and talking about most any teeny-bopper subject (Stephanie Tanner does a pretty good job demonstrating this position.)
My personal favourite is when boys get in on the girl-talking. They pretend to hate it and 9 times out of 10 they refuse to lay on their tummies, but when you strip away all the glitz and glam, they're secretly dying to spill their guts. Metaphorically speaking.

Now Alex and I (just pretend you know her.. or me..) have worked tirelessly for years to spread the good word of girl-talk amongst our male counterparts. It worked for a while. Alex even got long distance phone-calls about girl problems this winter. This evening, however, we were replaced by the rare phenomena of what we have dubbed "girl talk sans girls". It was disgraceful. Guts were spilled by the gallon (both metaphorically and literally) while we sat in the next room, shushing eachother to try to eavesdrop on the syrupy mush of a conversation we tried to pretend we didn't care about. I won't go into details as it was the classic "I love her but she doesn't even care about me... she ditched me for her friends..." countered by the even more classic "whatever man, you're too good for her" and followed by the clinking of glasses and gagging noises.

It felt like Dawson's Creek. Man, when we have girl talks, it's never actually about anything remotely serious or we wouldn't be lying on our tummies.



the other digital downpour 

I don't know who these guys think they are, but they stole our name.


the digitaldownpour movie of the week 

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is the best kids movie I have seen in a really long time.

From director Alfonso Cuaron (who directed Y Tu Mama Tambien, but you probably knew that)this third installment of the Harry Potter series has the all the grit and darkness of the books that was overlooked in the previous films. I'll admit it. It frig'n scared me. If I was an 8-year-old, I'd have cried, prolly.

But in all seriousness, the trailers and previews suck and the movie is nothing that you would expect. The cinematography is spectac, the foreshadowing is blatant, but in a good way (it makes you feel real smart when you get it) and the kids are a whole lot better at acting now.

If you're going to see a PG movie this year, you should see this one.

the digitaldownpour quote of the week 

"If you're a documentary filmmaker, you know to learn from your enemies...who happen to be Steven Spielberg."

-my dad, on Gandhi and filmmaking.


not so bad 

so the reception booze wasn't free, but I had a pretty good time nonetheless. I shared a car ride with meagan follows (anne of green gables) and ron mann (grass, comic book confidential). all in all, not a bad night.

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