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Met up with Alex Wilson of TellTale Weekly today. Weaver Street Market -- probably the hippest hang-out spot day or early evening in Carrboro -- and a conversation with a veritable creative dynamo were a nice cap to an otherwise dull day of indoors seat sitting. Between Alex' asides and digressions, we managed to squeeze in a number of nifty discussions about the "wiffies;" root beer; movies like The Avengers, Koyanisqatsi, and Prospero's Books; the creative process in general and how we're sooooo unmotivated by guilt and how putting things off is a sin against our gods of creativity; difference between Rene Magritte and Henri Matisse; how 300 gallons of goat milk can best be converted into cheese by pouring it into a waterbed mattress and sleeping on said milk bed for forty days and forty nights; how making a full-length audio book available to the public at once is better than serializing it in pieces; how crappy basements in Anytown, Ohio, are; how good basements in Blacksburg, Virginia, are; how Mr. Wilson feels that only hardcore Republicans could find the film American Pie funny (unbeknownst to me, I must have jumped party lines for that one); and many other topics of earth-shattering and oh-so-important import. Now, if we could just be made co-Presidents of this country we'd solve all the world's problems...(and create lots of new ones, I'm sure.)

Along with the scallions* of useful information I took away from our conversation, I came to realize what my next and last creative project would be before leaving Carrboro's politically protective bubble. Basically it's simple: If you're my friend, you can expect to see me sticking a Canon D60 digital camera in your face sometime soon. I want at least 4 or 5 good portraits of you, and I won't take no for an answer. (If you're shy I'd advise you to go out and buy one of those silly, new Darth Vader Masks to wear. Then you can put it on, we can discuss your shyness, and you'll laugh because you sound kind of like James Earl Jones, and then you'll take it off, and I'll take photos of you.) So, either start running, not returning my phone calls, or practicing how to say "Luke, I am your father" in front of the mirror. I'm coming to get ya!

Oh, and Alex gets to be first victim. But, then, he's an actor and really pretty full of himself anyway, so I think the coyness was all pretense. (So clearly he's not all that great of an actor, either.)

*scallions: a portmanteau of scadoodles and jillions.




	Journal Home Subscribe to this Journal Website³⁹ Michael Bishop Andreas Black Luna Black Janet Chui Dickie Cronkite Electric Grandmother Mike Jasper Jason Lundberg Andrew Nicolle Alex Wilson Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 216603 Curiosities served				2005-05-03 10:22 PM Weaver Street Meeting Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (8) Met up with Alex Wilson of TellTale Weekly today. Weaver Street Market -- probably the hippest hang-out spot day or early evening in Carrboro -- and a conversation with a veritable creative dynamo were a nice cap to an otherwise dull day of indoors seat sitting. Between Alex' asides and digressions, we managed to squeeze in a number of nifty discussions about the "wiffies;" root beer; movies like The Avengers, Koyanisqatsi, and Prospero's Books; the creative process in general and how we're sooooo unmotivated by guilt and how putting things off is a sin against our gods of creativity; difference between Rene Magritte and Henri Matisse; how 300 gallons of goat milk can best be converted into cheese by pouring it into a waterbed mattress and sleeping on said milk bed for forty days and forty nights; how making a full-length audio book available to the public at once is better than serializing it in pieces; how crappy basements in Anytown, Ohio, are; how good basements in Blacksburg, Virginia, are; how Mr. Wilson feels that only hardcore Republicans could find the film American Pie funny (unbeknownst to me, I must have jumped party lines for that one); and many other topics of earth-shattering and oh-so-important import. Now, if we could just be made co-Presidents of this country we'd solve all the world's problems...(and create lots of new ones, I'm sure.) Along with the scallions* of useful information I took away from our conversation, I came to realize what my next and last creative project would be before leaving Carrboro's politically protective bubble. Basically it's simple: If you're my friend, you can expect to see me sticking a Canon D60 digital camera in your face sometime soon. I want at least 4 or 5 good portraits of you, and I won't take no for an answer. (If you're shy I'd advise you to go out and buy one of those silly, new Darth Vader Masks to wear. Then you can put it on, we can discuss your shyness, and you'll laugh because you sound kind of like James Earl Jones, and then you'll take it off, and I'll take photos of you.) So, either start running, not returning my phone calls, or practicing how to say "Luke, I am your father" in front of the mirror. I'm coming to get ya! Oh, and Alex gets to be first victim. But, then, he's an actor and really pretty full of himself anyway, so I think the coyness was all pretense. (So clearly he's not all that great of an actor, either.) scallions: a portmanteau of scadoodles* and jillions. Read/Post Comments (8) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top