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This 10-minute F. Lyle Goldman/Max Fleischer cartoon about how talking pictures work is full of interest for us audiophiles. Vintage technology, vacuum tubes, and Western Electric Research Project humor—what's not to love?
Speaking of Fleischer, the Popeye the Sailor: 1933–1938 DVD goes on sale July 31.
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"Imagine that your only contact with 'English' as a subject was through classes in school. Suppose that those classes, from elementary school right through to high school, amounted to nothing more than reading dictionaries, getting drilled in spelling and formal grammatical construction, and memorizing vast vocabulary lists—you never read a novel, nor a poem; never had contact with anything beyond the pedantic complexity of English spelling and formal grammar, and precise definitions for an endless array of words."
A: You'd hate it.
B: You'd wonder what it was good for.
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Because it has just been too long since I posted anything about Harry Beck's iconic London Tube Map and I gets all itchy when that happens.
It's almost a shame. There's room for only one.
I feel confident that whoever we choose will do an excellent job. Because I feel confident in our ability to choose, and to nurture. But, with so many promising candidates to choose from, I find myself imagining how things could be if we could hire several. Graphic designers, photographers, novelists, computer whizzes. I thumb through the resumes and I have to shake my head. There are so many young, talented individuals out there, it's almost dizzying. What could we accomplish if we were fueled by such creativity, such enthusiasm?…
Ted Berger is working on wetware can reconstruct lost thoughts. Well, that's the eventual goal.
Brazil's Guilherme Marcondes shows the big studios how to make animation interesting. Tyger mixes puppetry, illustration, photography, and CGI together to create something that Neil Gaiman describes as "like something I dreamed as a boy." When you start channelling Gaiman's dreams, you're in serious territory.
Nice score, too.
Alright, so yesterday I met with a candidate. She was great. Today she called to let me know she'd accepted another offer. Such is life. I'm a bit bummed.
"Well it was a pleasure meeting with you."
I hang up the phone and think for a moment about nothing. I focus, re-focus. Something catches my eye, a bright streak of wrinkled light. It's me. I shift my attention to the strange, reflective envelope that has been sitting on my desk, partially obscured by other resumes. I peel back the flap and remove the substance, nothing much more than the superficial, than the…