That’s your story? That’s a fucking bullshit story. That’s boring.
Ten years ago today Danny Ocean and his band of misfits attempted to steal the Fabergé Imperial Coronation Egg before being picked up by the FBI.
The soundtrack to Ocean’s Twelve, early candler blog contributor Sunrise Tippeconnie’s favorite film of the previous decade, is still among my favorite albums. I listen to it often, especially while writing. The David Holmes track “7-29-04 The Day Of” is always a good starting place for me. So happy tenth birthday to a great song with the date of a fictional heist in its title.
While we’re on the subject, the Ocean’s Twelve soundtrack is missing one of the most memorable songs from the film, La Caution’s “Thé à la menthe,” from the scene in which Vincent Cassel’s François Toulour dances through the laser field. The “Lazer Dance” instrumental version featured in the movie is wonderful, but I’ve grown quite fond of the original over the years. Give it a listen:
You can buy both the Ocean’s Twelve Soundtrack and La Caution’s Peines de Maures/Arc-en-ciel pour Daltoniens double album, featuring both versions of “Thé à la menthe,” on iTunes.
The Mac App Store has a great promotion going on right now called “Explore Your Creativity.” Some really powerful apps are 50% off. A few of my favorites:1
I use Ulysses III almost every day. Check out my review for more on how I use it; it’s only gotten better since. Before Ulysses I was a huge Scrivener user. I still go back to it from time to time, especially when I have to organize an inordinate amount of data, like planning what I’m going to see at a film festival.2
Slugline and Highland are both excellent Fountain writing and previewing apps. If you write screenplays in Fountain, buy both. You won’t be sorry. And if you still think you need it in your arsenal, even Final Draft 9 is on sale for $125.
Pixelmator is regularly a steal, but $16 is downright criminal for such a powerful photo editing app.
So if price has been the barrier to getting any of these apps, you’re out of excuses. Sale ends July 24.
I realize my last link almost two weeks ago was to a Gilbert Gottfried piece, but this is too good not to link to for fear of over-Gilberting the site. The comedian’s new podcast has quickly become my weekly favorite, and the latest episode with Robert Osborne is just plain great. Enjoy.
You could slap somebody hard in the face and they’d say, “Well, that was weird. Can we discuss this further?” But tell a joke on Twitter that somebody doesn’t find funny and they’ll howl for your blood. […]
The internet gives everybody the illusion of power. Everyone’s a commentator, everyone’s a writer, everyone’s a movie critic, everyone’s a moral activist. And as a result, everyone is a fucking idiot.
Preach, Pope Gilbert.
Related: shortly after Gottfried was fired from Aflac for making jokes about the Tsunami in Japan I interviewed him over sushi. Heeb just resurfaced the interview yesterday so I’ve got Gilbert on the mind.
Consider this your official warning: you’ll see bare tushies alongside Gilbert’s piece.↩
I haven’t been publishing here (or anywhere) lately. The strange thing is that I’ve been writing plenty. It’s just that all of that writing is offline, usually by hand. I write and write until I lose steam and then second guess my ability to publish what I set out to compose in the first place.
I’ve started and stopped the “why I’m not publishing” piece countless times in the past year (or two). Trouble is: I don’t really have a great reason. My goto answer when friends ask me why the hell I don’t publish more often1 has been some speech on the futility of web publishing.
That’s part feint, part conviction. The web has gotten bigger and dumber since I started publishing regularly in 2006. Back then I was only spitting into the wind; now I’m spitting underwater.
The publishing landscape is just plain awful today. Sites game clicks out of crap and people fall for it. (Every. Damn. Time.) The better outlets still have to play along and add shitboxes, those little “Around the Web” paid click dinguses, below decent content, sending their readers out into the viral2 web to lose their minds over diet pill results or eleven celebrities you never knew were famous (or whatever).
We put up with it because it’s all we know. The battle was lost right at the beginning of the web, when publishers started selling ads against traffic. If only the forebears of the Internet knew back then what social would ultimately wreak. The humble click has been blown wide open by curiosity and outrage.
Of course, I’m culpable of all of the tricks that annoy the hell out of me. I’ve made mistakes on this journey of writing the web, but I’ve also done my part to call out the nonsense. I don’t have an answer to the crap web, but I know this: if I stop publishing then I’m doing nothing. And if I do nothing then the shitboxes win.
I’m not relaunching or redesigning the site. I’m not starting a new project. There is no new plan or editorial schedule. I don’t even know what the next post will be.
I just wanted to light a fire under my ass and confront my fear of publishing this piece.
So here I go again, spitting underwater.
New limited edition pocket-sized book from The Film Desk:
This volume of 40 pages contains five New Yorker Talk of the Town pieces by Lillian Ross, each of which follow François Truffaut during five visits to New York between 1960 and 1976, on occasions of the New York Film Critics Circle Awards and New York Film Festivals.
I went ahead to put in my order before I even finished Richard Brody’s post announcing it to the world. Can’t wait.
Maybe the push for Metal was more about the AppleTV than iOS.
Here’s how Apple describes Metal: “Built for developers who create highly immersive console games, Metal is a new technology that will allow them to squeeze maximum performance from the A7 chip.” The current AppleTV sports an A5 chip. Maybe the next iteration gets an A7 and Metal, then it could really fly.