Kit Anderson

Mass Embroidery’s First Job

November 11, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Mass Embroidery's First Job

Mass Embroidery's First Job

Mr. Stewart Gray and myself have acquired an embroidery shop. If you would like a customized quote (we do jobs of all sizes) just drop me a line here.

Please excuse the quality of the photograph. My camera phone is very hard to hold still after nine cups of coffee. Thank god Stewart has a steady hand!

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Why Make Another Gapers Gone Wild Movie

November 7, 2009 · Leave a Comment

The original “Gapers Gone Wild: Gapers In Paradise”…
…wanted to be cool.
…had shitty production value.
…didn’t know what it was shooting for, until it was in the can.
…didn’t have enough Random Bob or Mr. Mooyagi.
…had moments trying to be other ski movies.
…was a student film.
…didn’t have a barcode and was never promoted properly.
…got too serious.
…didn’t have enough duct-tape.

But “Gapers Gone Wild: HD Extremery”…
…doesn’t know what cool is.
…has solid production value.
…tells a story.
…features Random Bob and Mr. Mooyagi.
…is its own movie.
…is made by professionals with kick-ass resumes.
…has a barcode and marketing campaign.
…punches serious in the throat.
…is made entirely of duct-tape.

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The dregs of innocence, the last scrap of reticence. C’est dit!

November 6, 2009 · Leave a Comment

A selection from “A Season In Hell” by Rimbaud

Foreign parts are out. I’ll head for the roads round here again, saddled with my vice – the vice that took painful root in my side when I grew up . . . it rakes the sky, batters me, flattens me, drags me on.

The dregs of innocence, the last scrap of reticence. It’s on record. I refuse to carry my loathings and betrayals into the world.

All right then. The slog, the backpack, the desert, tedium and anger.

Who shall I sign up with? Which brute shall I worship? What holy image shall I desecrate? Whose hearts shall I break? What lie shall I espouse? Whose blood shall I trample?

Better to steer clear of the law. – The hard life; pure, mindless drudgery – raise the coffin lid with a shrivelled hand, settle in and expire. That way no growing old, no risks run: terror is unknown to the French.

- Ah but I’m so desolate, I’ll dedicate my drive for perfection to the first divine image that happens along.

What self-denial! What consummate charity! Still stuck here, even so!

De profundis Domine, how foolish can you get?

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Personal Revenue: Goals and Projections for 2010

November 6, 2009 · Leave a Comment

personal-product-mix-(simple)

THE FIVE YEAR NAPOLEON KOMPLEX – PHASE II: Zero personal debt with $50,000 in gross personal income for the year as collected from nine revenue sources.

PRIMARY REVENUE SOURCES

  1. Gapers Gone Wild HD – 64%
SECONDARY REVENUE SOURCES
  1. Mass Embroidery – 10%
  2. Rise Above – 10%
  3. Broken Helmets – 5%
  4. Gleaming the Bouillon Cube – 5%

TERTIARY REVENUE SOURCES

  1. Never Cry Jack – 2%
  2. Tahoe Time – 2%
  3. Live & UnRendered – 1%
  4. Zazzle – 1%


“The world will make way, for those who know what they want.”

A 40 hour work week dedicates 26 hours to Gapers Gone Wild HD, 2 hours to Mass Embroidery and Rise Above each, 1 hour to Broken Helmets and Gleaming the Bouillon Cube each, and 3 hours every week to all the Tertiary projects (the Tertiary projects are auto-pilots requiring an initial set-up and minimal maintenance through the exploitation of p.o.d. distribution channels).

Now, it’s silly to spend 1 hour a week with Broken Helmets and the same applies to Gleaming the Bouillon Cube, but the solution is simple–stack hours into a session and walk-away for a period. The division of time is a guideline and not a hard-n-fast rule. My tendency will to be completely crack out. I know this. But, this document is an anchor to my ideal mix of projects and the percentages appropriate to each that will assure a successful deployment of all five phases of The Five Year Napoleon Komplex.

- T.F.C.O.

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The Web as Random Acts of Kindness

October 9, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Feeling like the world is becoming less friendly? Social theorist Jonathan Zittrain begs to difffer. The Internet, he suggests, is made up of millions of disinterested acts of kindness, curiosity and trust.

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The Archer and The Ram

August 22, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I do hate shooting stars,
And the slow sweet taste,
– I cannot embrace;
Through cast iron bars,
Thrown down by tradition,
With little permission,
Or thought given to,
– The nature of you,
Or the nature of stars.
So, put a bullet on the moon.
Do paint pale this wound,
With ricochet scars,
– To remind us we are,
– Fireflies in mason jars.

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This is ridiculous.

July 31, 2009 · Leave a Comment

The whole city is just…

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Don’t Forget To Boil The Pipe

July 22, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Today, I have a ticket. Tomorrow, I redeem it for a flight to LAX. Ten days in LA. I’ve never been to a film festival. This one is called Action On Film Festival. Catchy title. It’s the kind of title that makes you think, “They’ll like High School Shooter.” That was a few months ago, when I submitted the script.

Yesterday, I got a letter. The script is a top five finalist in two categories: Best Script and Best Dialogue. Yesterday, I bought a round trip from New York to Los Angeles. Ten days in LA? I have zero nerves about the festival. I am anxious about LA. All those goddamn people… Breathe. I tell myself to carry a camera. It will protect me from all the people and turn them into subjects. I like to study the world. It makes me feel safer to see all the dirt. Today, I will pack my camera.

I put the camera in my carry-on. Everything is in my carry-on. I have been living out of a photographer’s bag for two year’s now. It carries everything. I would make a list, but I don’t like to talk about feelings as it hurts my image; therefore, I will not make a list. This backpack carries all of my shit. I don’t need anything else. I am mobile. I am ready to drop-in. I have spent some time in different zones. I have collected little piles of shit in each of those zones. Some of them are in storage units that I make a monthly payment on, but everything I need is in this backpack. I do not need anything else. This is it.

Today, I am distilled. Tomorrow, I will begin to build. I have no expectations. I deny them. I choose goals. I’ve never been to a film festival. Let’s see what happens.

High School Shooter - A Minor Motion Picture

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Render Unto Ceasar

July 17, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Once there was power in the rendered image;

Then, the camera killed the eye.

Today; there is elegance in the courage required,

– To simply observe a thing,

Without making a document of it.

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