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WISD Updates Nocs; Go Get It

Nocs, an incredible text editor for iOS, has submitted an update to the App Store, currently pending approval. No word yet on what new functionality might be included, but that info would seem shortly to be forthcoming.

Nocs is the best (and geekiest) way to write text on an iPad or an iPhone, in my humble opinion. Full support for Markdown (including HTML export, easy previewing, custom CSS, etc.), full Dropbox integration (including a real file browser), and local file storage / organization. I fully recommend it for any sort of writing, whatsoever. I even wrote this post with it. Get it here.

Note: It’s a free app. They do a $65 “sale price” thing on June 4, the proceeds of which are donated to “democratic movement groups” in commemoration of the 1989 Tiananmen Square protests, which ended unpleasantly on this date in that year. The app will be free again on Tuesday.

Riding the Tech Train With the Brakes On

<p><span style="color: #666666;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size: 14px;line-height: 18px">I remember a (resistive) touchscreen interface in an Alabama Welcome Center along I-59 back in the late &lsquo;80&rsquo;s. It was a sort of proto-Google on a local level, with info about tourist attractions and the like. My sister and I would always make our mother stop there so we could play with it. It seemed so futuristic and sophisticated. And now I&rsquo;m typing these words on a more advanced (capacitive) touchscreen. Did it really need to take so long to get this tech in everyone&rsquo;s hands? Is the lightning-quick tech dev cycle a myth? What&rsquo;s holding us back, if so?</span></p>

A Few Quick Words On Respecting You

You might consider this to be my “Director’s statement.” Let me start with the simple hope that you might consider it.

The Glass Slipper will not titillate you. I showed Hell Is Other People to a festival programmer whose tastes, judgments, and feedback I respect, despite how what follows might sound. He felt disappointed not to have seen crusty cocks, because crusty cocks were mentioned in the dialogue. I refrained from showing you crusty cocks because the dialogue and situations were smarter than an image of a crusty cock. Picture your own crusty cock. If I picture the crusty cock for you, I’m making porn. And then what are you doing? There was no more need to see a crusty cock in that film than there was need to see a Jew’s guts in Shoah.

I tell stories. Stories without cynical hooks. If I needed to “buy” your viewership, these days, I admit, it would take more than titties or crusty cocks. I’d need Paris Hilton boinking Kim Kardashian with a metal dildo while dancing the tango with Gary Coleman’s corpse atop a masturbating Kanye. And that might, if anything, get me on ABC at 10:30.

I’m going to be a grown-up, no matter how unfashionable that might be. And I expect you to be a grown-up, no matter how unfashionable a respect for your intelligence might be.

You see, people go through things. Hard things. Nuanced things. We are idiots, but we’re also savants. 

I like you, and that’s why there are no crusty cocks in my films.