We get so used to seeing animation like this used to sell something or in service to a video game we forget that folks still produce brilliant short narratives such as this. This short is called “PIVOT” the script was written by Jan Eduards
for more info about the company that produced this piece click here:http://illuster.nl/?language=2

Pivot from Pivot on Vimeo.

Side Note: We are currently working on a new show here at exitthapple.com that will bring you what’s new, old , seen & unseen in the world of film, music, art & technology stay tuned

I bought a bike last week – that might not seem like a big deal but I’ve been on bike punishment for a year or so.

We used to ride everywhere, then the baby came and we had to (finally) get our licenses, as Baltimore is not as public transportation friendly as our native NY.

I had a magnetic stand that I put my old bike on, so I could work out in the basement when I couldn’t go outside. Unfortunately, I got in the habit of biking way too hard with nothing in my stomach, and one morning I blanked out, waking with the bike on top of me.

The bike was put outside to rust because somehow it was to blame.

But I’m over my grudge, and this bike compared to that one is like Knight Rider versus the pickup from Sanford & Son. The last bit of snow has melted on the lawn. I’ve been sleeping, stressing less, exercising, and eating with regularity. It’s time to take it to the next level.

It’s been a surreal week, filled with a lot of work, amazing ideas, and unfortunately, rain. All things that have contributed to me only having ridden the bike twice. But for the first time since I bought it, there was no work, very little rain, and a half hour I could spare to really test this thing out. Unfortunately that half hour occurred at midnight. But did that stop me? no.

These are the lessons I learned:
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i’m working on a new mixtape series… it’s been over a year since my last upload! here’s a teaser – enjoy!

mix tape sampler #1

M’balia Singley is hands down one of the most amazing voices I have had the privilege to hear live. Exittheapple store this April 2nd (save the date) will be kicking off our First Fridays events featuring this artist. However if you want to get a sample of her brilliance you can watch her live tonight at 8:00 live broadcast here http://www.coffeeclubmedia.com/

Dear artist, see this when it comes out.

Jean-Michel Basquiat : The Radiant Child

’till then love what you do.

I was tweeting today in response to media coverage of a white, male suicide bomber who flew his plane into an IRS building in Texas, and the coverage of Tiger Woods’ press conference about his marital infidelities.

b/c that’s what i do, instead of blogging as often as i should. I tweet.
anyway, I wondered why so-called ‘news’ organizations were not treating the former as a terrorist attack, and why we were still hearing about tiger woods at all.

in my string of tweets, i mentioned racism as marketing, and one of my twitter folks asked for clarification. I doubted I could explain what I meant in 140 characters or less, so I wrote this post. enjoy.

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The mark of a great marketing campaign is when the idea or slogan transcends the product. it attaches to the cultural consciousness, and when attached to the product, makes the product greater.

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this is the fourth clip of media chronicling my kid’s obsession with music. previous episodes featured video of his learning to use turntables and figuring out how to scratch and use the mixer.

this bathtime audio clip was my attempt to catch him in his daily, non-equipment-reliant musical expression. enjoy!

click here to listen

by jamyla / the mama

** i am constantly impressed by how BUSY the baby is – always moving, working, exploring. reaching, running, babbling. but he never seems to produce any actual results, so i decided to observe and not intervene with his busy baby routine for five minutes to see if i could figure out his patterns. perhaps harness his baby power for some greater good. solving climate change? powering a karaoke machine? here are my results.**

he picks up an empty plate from the side table, which had been cleared of crackers and cherry tomatoes from an earlier snack. he brings the empty plate over to the bed, carrying it with two hands, and places it carefully down. goes back to the side table, picking up a clean diaper from the stack. he walks back to the bed and puts the diaper on the plate. scrutinizes it for a moment. opens the diaper carefully, spreading it out on the plate. frowns. flings the diaper onto the floor behind him. tells the plate, “NO!” in no uncertain terms. picks up the plate. slowly brings it up to his face, kisses the plate carefully. puts it back onto the bed.

he turns around and approaches the discarded diaper, it’s still clean, still open, still on the floor. he crouches down into that fabulous baby squat we all love, and examines it minutely. gets up and walks away.

walks around the bed. i can’t see exactly what he’s doing but he’s near the mirror on the other side of the bed. i see pointing, and perhaps some mild scolding of the reflection. comes back with his little whisk broom, waving it in the air like a drum major. drops it near the diaper.

goes into the hallway, using the old film festival pass that’s hanging on the doorknob to close the door behind him. it doesn’t catch, and swings open again partially; i can see him crouching in the hallway playing with the pass’ lanyard. he comes back in.

opens the drawer of the side table. takes out half of a cherry tomato he’s apparently had stashed there since his last snack. (!!) takes a nibble. examines it. takes a nibble. puts it back into the drawer. (note to self: once intervention mode is reinstated, MOVE THAT TOMATO!) pulls out a few socks, flinging them onto the floor behind him. finds the one he must have been looking for, turns around and puts it onto the plate that’s still on the bed. turns his back to the plate, finally satisfied. picks up his sippy cup and takes a sip of water. shakes the sippy cup back & forth in one hand, the other hand flapping back and forth too, for balance. he takes another drink, puts the cup back onto the table. turns back toward the bed and removes the sock from the plate. throws it onto the floor.

yeah. so my five minutes are up… i’ll keep searching for the answer to global warming later. right now i have some socks to pick up.