Stop motion candles

More proof that the real currency in art is not your production budget, but time and imagination:

This was made by Famous, an agency in Brussels.

information deficit

“The irony of the Information Age is that it has given new respectability to uninformed opinion.” -reporter John Lawton, 1995 (found in “Airframe” by Michael Crichton)

You know those quotes that you stumble across and think “that is EXACTLY what I’ve been trying to find a way to say?” This is one of those. Of course it’s much more eloquent than whatever I would have come up with.

Way too many people today suffer from what I call an “information deficit.” In other words, they’ve got more “information” going out than they do coming in. The web, especially, is littered with uninformed, half-baked, second-hand, and downright lazy opinions. Even worse, they’re usually broadcast with such fervor that they seem somewhat thought-out.

Please, PLEASE, do a little research if you’re going to make your voice heard. I don’t really care if you want to have an uninformed opinion, but don’t lead other people into your ignorance.

Sorry for the rant. I’m better now.

Twitter, the blog-wrecker

Dear blog,

I’m so sorry.

I finally jumped on the Twitter bus a while ago, after refusing for so long (because, really, who wants to know what little ol’ me is up to every hour?) and, of course, I love it. I feel more connected to friends I don’t see every day, and it’s bailed me out of a couple of jams (like needing to find speaker stands a couple of hours before a gig – thanks @katycarris).

But the one serious side effect has been that I have neglected you, my dear blog. Found something great that I want to share with everyone? I’ll just toss the link up on Twitter. Same with stuff I’m working on, interesting things that happen throughout the day, etc.

But I’m realizing the void that’s been left. Twitter can never replace you. First, you listen – much longer than Twitter’s 140-character attention span. Second, you remember – I can’t count on my thoughts lasting more than a couple of hours with Twitter before they’re completely forgotten.

So, consider this my apology. I’m coming back to you, baby.

You can still follow me on twitter (@bryansclark) for those quick thoughts, though.