Saturday, August 26, 2006

Hide Your Things Anywhere

Some people like having their bag with them when they go out. Certainly most women - in my experience - feel more comfortable being out on the town with some necessities at hand in bags of varying sizes. I've rifled through some purses in my time and can not truly argue with the desire to have an ipod, tiny umbrella, gym clothes, tissues, giant wallet, book or two, gum, deodorant and so on. The male version involves a backpack or manpurse that holds roughly the same contents. The point is: people carry things and seem to like carrying these things. People like to be distracted and have distraction available for down-time. People like to anticipate problems and carry the solutions with them.

I was once like that. Unfortunately, I have lost my taste for traveling with added weight. My dilemma is that I do still prefer traveling with many of the aforementioned objects. Certainly, a book. A magazine. An umbrella. An ipod. I like having them. I don't like holding them. I don't like having to watch them in a crowded bar. I don't like any further imbalance when challenging my equilibrium with the bar's wares. If you feel similarly conflicted, I have recently been exploring a new option:

Hide your unwanted but indispensable objects in plain sight around New York City (or a city of your choice).

About six months ago, I left my house in Williamsburg, Brooklyn and headed into Manhattan for a birthday party way downtown, around the South Street Seaport. Expecting a long subway ride and being the kind of person who doesn't like to stare into space, I brought a New Yorker along with me to read. I'd gotten through the Talk of the Town and maybe the first article when I reached my destination. I curled the magazine up and put it in my backpocket and started walking towards my friends' apartment. As I walked, it started to fall out, and seemed like it was going to be a drag at the party. Sure, I could just put it aside when I got there but that policy had resulted in a high rate of forgotten belongings. In a pinch, I would have thrown it away but dagnabbit, I hadn't yet read their persnickety, self-righteous film reviews and definitely wanted to check out the feature on Ghostface. Pondering my options, I noticed a lone payphone kiosk on my right. A gap between the phone and the frame of the kiosk caught my eye. I curled my magazine up even tighter and slipped it into the space. Stepping back, I made sure I was alone, nodded appreciatively at the magazine's shadow-covered inconspicuousness and headed for the party.

I then got drunk and forgot about my magazine. A few days later, it occurred to me that I had left it hidden downtown. I made my way to the South Street Seaport area and found the phone kiosk. Lo and Behold, my magazine was still there. I think I may have said the word 'Nice' outloud. I looked around. No one had witnessed my triumph. On the other hand, no one would know my secret talent for hiding things around New York City. Until now!

I went on to test my almost paradoxical ability to travel lighter but carry whatever I wanted with me. Payphones offered the best options for magazines. But what about other objects? What about money? I have another amazing ability. It is the ability to accumulate change. I guess I don't buy a lot of things that end in round dollars. Thusly, I walk the earth with lots of coins. It's actually not that big a deal. It's not that big a deal IF YOU HAVE POCKETS!

Basketball shorts rarely come with pockets. When they do, it is the rare basketball player who wishes to play five-on-five, three-on-three or 21 with the weight and jingle of coins in his or her pockets. Having bought myself a gatorade one day for the sensible price of 1 dollar and twenty-five cents, I was left heading to the park with my keys, my gatorade and my three quarters. It felt like too much. Yet, I couldn't see myself throwing any of them away. Passing a small series of hedges in front of an apartment building, I had a notion to bury my change at the base of the third hedge. I heeded this notion, keeping my peripheral vision engaged for curious pedestrians. Standing up, I recounted the hedges just to be sure and headed for the courts.

I then played very poorly, walked home in a funk and forgot about my 6 bits.

Coming back from a cup of coffee the next day, I recalled the change I'd left hidden. I walked casually to the burial ground and scooped out the coinage. It was all there. Dirty. But all there. And this wasn't just some magazine. This was currency. I'd successfully hidden currency on a public street in New York City. I self-consciously pumped my fist and said the word 'Yes' outloud.

To date, I've hidden umbrellas (looped around the branch of a tree, behind the front wheel of a car), change (buried in gardens, flower pots and sitting on window sills), magazines (phone kiosks, under benches, behind the back wheels of cars), books (under the gate of a closed deli or shop), and groceries (tea, vitamins, a big orangina - all were secured in an apartment's first floor flower bed). I've been known to stash the half-drunk pepsi or gatorade bottle but have thus far never returned for them.

Crazy? You might be right. Not worth it? Possibly. It generally falls into the category of too much work for a mildly more convenient experience. As you can see from the above anecdotes, I still ended up forgetting the very thing I had sequestered in the hopes of not forgetting it. But damn it, hiding things is fun. That's why I'm sharing it. There is something reassuring about being able to conduct your own public scavenger hunt in one of the world's largest cities and always be the winner.

When recovering my hidden property, I like the feeling that strikes me:

I can trust New York.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Time Mistake. Rooftop. Friday. August 25.

A new movie I made with Maura Madden called Time Mistake is playing at Rooftop Films this coming Friday, August 25. It's on the lawn of Automotive High School in Williamsburg.

It's a very lo-fi movie. Camera mic. 1-chip camera. About a pint of fake blood slathered on my body. I'm thrilled with how it came out.

The thing about fake blood is that it's basically just syrup. It gets sticky very quickly. I had an amazing and painful series of bruises I can only attribute to skin stuck to other skin.

Maura and I share the camera operating duties. This was the second movie that we made together. The first being The Hello Curve.

Time Mistake is in the Home Movies show at Rooftop. You can see a very cool trailer for this show and find out details HERE.

The band starts at 830pm. The show starts at 9pm. I will be there at 830 and we will assuredly get some drinks together afterwards.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Fun With Scissors

I recently made a short film for the Directors' Club called The Playdate. Though it's a little bit awful, it does feature some Oscar-worthy performances by Ben Fine, Casimir Nozkowski, Elliot Jokelson and Susan Stewart.

You can view it here.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Misanthrope. Rooftop. Saturday. August 5th

Aaron Hill & The Crimson Guard's new video "Misanthrope" will be making its bigscreen debut this Saturday night (August 5th) at Rooftop Films. It's part of their cryptically themed shorts program entitled Trapped Inside the Machine. Rooftop has been doing great work this summer and dollars to donuts, they'll come through again with perhaps the most ambitiously themed shorts program of any film festival around.

For an example of the type of creepiness you can expect this Saturday, see the film from this program recently posted here.

The show starts at 9PM in Williamsburg, Brooklyn on the lawn of Automotive High School. I'm going to be there. I hope you can make it and that we can get some drinks afterwards too.