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27 May 2011

I Am Your Grandma

Filed under: Shares — Tags: , , , , , , — Spencer Crone @ 12:06

Don’t you wish Jillian Mayer was your grandma?

25 June 2010

A Roundtable Conversation on Tomorrow, In A Year

Filed under: Shares — Tags: , , , , — Spencer Crone @ 18:39

The Knife, Mt. Sims and Planningtorock discuss their collaborative opera project “Tomorrow, In a Year”. You can download the album here.

22 May 2010

It’s the world of dB drag racing

Filed under: Shares — Tags: , , — Spencer Crone @ 16:02

The music video for DJ Mehdi’s “Signatune” from French director Romain Gavras.

http://vimeo.com/9357434

22 March 2010

Alice & The White Hair

Filed under: Shares — Tags: , , , , — Spencer Crone @ 16:29

What you’re about to see is a gritty, mesmerizing and skillfully shot story. A short film by Wyatt Denny.

https://vimeo.com/9394777

05 January 2010

Moonboy

Filed under: Shares — Tags: , , , — Spencer Crone @ 13:21

A short film by Adam Calfee about a boy who wishes for better things.
https://vimeo.com/8504419

29 March 2009

Fuck this cake.

Filed under: Shares — Tags: , , , , , — Spencer Crone @ 19:24

Fuck this cake.

A delicious Helvetica cake.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/traderzed/2449288626/in/set-72157604778839297

11 June 2008

Anthony S.N.D.

Filed under: Stories — Tags: , , — Spencer Crone @ 17:24

Anthony considered briefly whether or not he was running for his life. That phrase sounded catchy, was full of substance. But did it accurately describe what was happening right now, at this moment? Continue reading

10 December 2007

Electrik Avalon

Filed under: Stories — Tags: , , , , — Spencer Crone @ 17:19

“at least you’re keeping yourself busy. keep yourself busy and don’t let yourself think too much, obsess about things that you can’t change.”

“Remember Electrik Avalon?” I said. The small group subtly shook their heads, forming a collective disconnection. I tried again. “Electrik Avalon, in the back seat of a summer car. Remember?” No recognition. Not even an attempt, the very least I was after. Just a scene of blank, unthoughtful faces, all thinking about the mundane tasks of the day to come. “Because he’s dead, and no one remembers him.” With that I left the room.

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