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Making Plans for Nigel
It feels like I’ve been a busy boy this last month but when contemplating what has been achieved it amounts to very little. I’ve pestered some people of varying importance and made the odd application for strange and wonderful jobs but in actual fact I have produced nothing. An odd scrap has come of some of it but nil has come of most of it.
One promising venture to come from my hounding is a potential environmental awareness animation. Me new bezzie mate Nigel is the one, the saviour, the only person left that may be able to help, he is not only on a mission to save the planet but also on an involuntary mission, one of which he isn’t even aware exists, to save my creativity, my hope, my wishes and to save my drawing hand from seizing up.
My poor employment rate in the animation industry has led me to develop and improve my skills in web design; it is with these improving skills that I contacted Nigel. An advert for a web editor was placed on the Brighton internship page and I applied. I had my interview but decided the job wasn’t for me. Despite my awkward yet deliberate rejection Nigel and I began conversing casually. As a result of this mild mannered chin wag an appealing new project is beginning to ease into existence. Nigel’s company is an on the internet eco store and he, as I am, is keen on improving awareness in environmental problems, energy conservation and generally lets not be so horrible to this place we live on issues. We decided an animation, maybe with a tinge of bias I decided an animation, would be an ideal way to captivate audiences and subliminally alter their mindsets and stress upon them the importance of the problems we face. Nigel has contacted me a couple of times now and the ball has well and truly altered its stationary state and is now becoming an authority in the scientific phenomenon of motion. The ball is moving. Nigel and I are making plans and it involves saving the world. It sounds like a weight on my shoulders but I’m just relieved that I have something to hold my interest other than my life ruining job.
But wait….maybe I’m being too harsh on my job, on my current council career. Somehow, and as a great shock to me it looks like I may be in receipt of some extra curricular earning potential. The slow, un-deliberate, plodding motion of the council does make me err on the side of caution when considering this a potential job, but….who knows! It begins like this….Part of my current team’s job is to encourage healthy living and eating in schools; my boss was at a meeting recently about just such a subject. It initially appeared help was needed making an animated video for which my name was put forward. Brilliant. Then they decided against using animation in their film and just asked for help editing. Not so brilliant, but I’d go for it. It has now become something different, something much more frightening. My name is now being considered for the tutoring of a year six, eleven year old boy who is helping make the film…..and here….I begin to panic. I could find myself tutoring a little person, and honestly, I’m terrified about it. My girlfriend is an art teacher at a secondary school and assures me that teaching is fun and there is nothing to worry about, “It’s fun” she says, “there’s nothing to worry about.” I’m not so sure….teaching is weird isn’t it? I don’t know, but I do find the concept scary.
I’ve had a couple of other non fruit bearing exchanges, a friend of mine introduced me, via the highly impersonal email, to some guy she kind of knows who works in an office near hers or something of that ilk, unsurprisingly this communication has come to an end. I’m going to badger him some more though as he did say that there may be some work experience if I want it.
More disappointment has come in the shape of an animation competition, organised by Kanoti, a Brighton based animation studio whose work I greatly admire, it is about alcohol awareness aimed at young people. Unfortunately my awareness of the competition wasn’t raised until very recently and very close to the deadline. I’ve afforded myself just enough time for my animation senses to start tingling, for a light bulb to “pop” above my head, to scribble my story on a board, to commence with the animating and then realise that I’m probably a fortnight short of being able to complete it. The deadline is tomorrow. I’m tremendously grief-stricken; it would have been a good way for me to get a studio I like to take note of my film, for a public audience to cast their critical, dark, menacing eyes over my work and for me to experience the cold harsh reality of the thin line which separates acceptance from denial in the world of animation competitions. I plan on producing the film regardless, despite the quite hypocritical opinions I express on the subject of alcohol.
Ah….and how could I forget, the informal BANG pub meet. It was ice cool man. Really nice to congregate with people who I previously only knew as this outlandish race of online cyber folks. I turned up a bit late but I’d been travelling back from my home town and had to get back to my flat to shave off the silly handle-bar moustache that I had crafted for a fancy dress party. However, I don’t feel like I missed too much and I think many positives have and will come from it, not least the increased activity on the site. There is talk of another collaborative project and I think it could really gather some pace if someone other than my lazy-ass-self organises us into some kind of coherent rabble.
Patrick
One promising venture to come from my hounding is a potential environmental awareness animation. Me new bezzie mate Nigel is the one, the saviour, the only person left that may be able to help, he is not only on a mission to save the planet but also on an involuntary mission, one of which he isn’t even aware exists, to save my creativity, my hope, my wishes and to save my drawing hand from seizing up.
My poor employment rate in the animation industry has led me to develop and improve my skills in web design; it is with these improving skills that I contacted Nigel. An advert for a web editor was placed on the Brighton internship page and I applied. I had my interview but decided the job wasn’t for me. Despite my awkward yet deliberate rejection Nigel and I began conversing casually. As a result of this mild mannered chin wag an appealing new project is beginning to ease into existence. Nigel’s company is an on the internet eco store and he, as I am, is keen on improving awareness in environmental problems, energy conservation and generally lets not be so horrible to this place we live on issues. We decided an animation, maybe with a tinge of bias I decided an animation, would be an ideal way to captivate audiences and subliminally alter their mindsets and stress upon them the importance of the problems we face. Nigel has contacted me a couple of times now and the ball has well and truly altered its stationary state and is now becoming an authority in the scientific phenomenon of motion. The ball is moving. Nigel and I are making plans and it involves saving the world. It sounds like a weight on my shoulders but I’m just relieved that I have something to hold my interest other than my life ruining job.
But wait….maybe I’m being too harsh on my job, on my current council career. Somehow, and as a great shock to me it looks like I may be in receipt of some extra curricular earning potential. The slow, un-deliberate, plodding motion of the council does make me err on the side of caution when considering this a potential job, but….who knows! It begins like this….Part of my current team’s job is to encourage healthy living and eating in schools; my boss was at a meeting recently about just such a subject. It initially appeared help was needed making an animated video for which my name was put forward. Brilliant. Then they decided against using animation in their film and just asked for help editing. Not so brilliant, but I’d go for it. It has now become something different, something much more frightening. My name is now being considered for the tutoring of a year six, eleven year old boy who is helping make the film…..and here….I begin to panic. I could find myself tutoring a little person, and honestly, I’m terrified about it. My girlfriend is an art teacher at a secondary school and assures me that teaching is fun and there is nothing to worry about, “It’s fun” she says, “there’s nothing to worry about.” I’m not so sure….teaching is weird isn’t it? I don’t know, but I do find the concept scary.
I’ve had a couple of other non fruit bearing exchanges, a friend of mine introduced me, via the highly impersonal email, to some guy she kind of knows who works in an office near hers or something of that ilk, unsurprisingly this communication has come to an end. I’m going to badger him some more though as he did say that there may be some work experience if I want it.
More disappointment has come in the shape of an animation competition, organised by Kanoti, a Brighton based animation studio whose work I greatly admire, it is about alcohol awareness aimed at young people. Unfortunately my awareness of the competition wasn’t raised until very recently and very close to the deadline. I’ve afforded myself just enough time for my animation senses to start tingling, for a light bulb to “pop” above my head, to scribble my story on a board, to commence with the animating and then realise that I’m probably a fortnight short of being able to complete it. The deadline is tomorrow. I’m tremendously grief-stricken; it would have been a good way for me to get a studio I like to take note of my film, for a public audience to cast their critical, dark, menacing eyes over my work and for me to experience the cold harsh reality of the thin line which separates acceptance from denial in the world of animation competitions. I plan on producing the film regardless, despite the quite hypocritical opinions I express on the subject of alcohol.
Ah….and how could I forget, the informal BANG pub meet. It was ice cool man. Really nice to congregate with people who I previously only knew as this outlandish race of online cyber folks. I turned up a bit late but I’d been travelling back from my home town and had to get back to my flat to shave off the silly handle-bar moustache that I had crafted for a fancy dress party. However, I don’t feel like I missed too much and I think many positives have and will come from it, not least the increased activity on the site. There is talk of another collaborative project and I think it could really gather some pace if someone other than my lazy-ass-self organises us into some kind of coherent rabble.
Patrick
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Comment by Patrick Green on April 17, 2009 at 1:16pm -
Brilliant, that may just give me the time I need.
Thanks Luke.
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Comment by Luke Hay on April 17, 2009 at 12:38pm -
Hi Patrick,
great post as ever.
Good news, Kanoti have extended their deadline for submissions by a week so you might still have time...
More details here (ignore the closing date which should now be the 24th).
Cheers,
Luke
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