Tag: VEDA
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Blanking my mind
Sometimes I just don’t have anything to talk about. Usually, these moments only strike when I have to talk about something – I have to make a video, I have to make a blog. When I’m not ready to make a video, I have tons of ideas. My best ideas come while I’m in the…
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What are the odds?
Today’s video has nothing to do with today’s blog. As most people reading this should know, I’m participating in both Blog Every Day April (BEDA) and Vlog Every Day April (VEDA). I generally try to make my blog and my vlog somehow related. So today, my blog would have talked a bit about hats, why…
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Pimping the penis
I joined YouTube on June 22, 2006, after reading an article in The Oregonian about YouTube star Brooke Brodack, a.k.a. Brookers, getting a job through Carson Daly noticing her videos. Now, I’ve no love for Carson Daly. I think he’s kind of a putz. Not him personally, mind you, just everything he represents. I don’t…
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Two (Point Oh) Videos
Today was a very productive day. I made some phone calls I needed to make (no mean feat when one has an often crippling phone anxiety) and I got closer to finishing some long-term projects. But the most amazing thing of all is this: I uploaded two videos today. For those that don’t know, every…
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Lazy Sundays
Is it bad form to spend an entire video blog talking about my textual blog? Well, if it is, I suppose it’s a good thing that I didn’t do that. Sure, I talk about this blog in my video today, but I spent a lot more time talking to or about a glass banana. See,…
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Of time-lapse and chalk-offs
time·-lapse \ˈtīm-ˌlaps\ adjective of, relating to, or constituting a motion picture made so that when projected a slow action (as the opening of a flower bud) appears to be speeded up Merriam-Webster’s definition of time-lapse leaves something to be desired. Of course, it was written in 1927 – and language changes. The very use of…
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Back to where the sidewalk ends
Today, I was in heaven. I stepped off the bus on Commerce Street at Noon sharp. My hands shook with anticipation as I walked toward that familiar corner, the one I knew so well from many blissful Fridays throughout 2008. I rushed across the street, drawing closer to what looked to me like a magical…
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Frost Park: a community built in chalk dust
Whenever I mention Frost Park, most people outside of the Tacoma blogosphere just stare blankly at me like I’m speaking Tralfamadorian. Most people in the Tacoma area have seen it. Many have stood inside it or walked through it without ever knowing. I don’t blame them. When I first moved here, I didn’t even realize…