tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44216699102906265382024-03-13T02:17:18.482-07:00Here'dthe jotted mess from a life full of scandal and adrenalineKatie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-33637035469205875252010-09-01T22:55:00.000-07:002010-09-14T09:02:34.825-07:00"It's a Powell's Books Cult Thing"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeowKccUNEWE3KSHI88M62boD3bFoZg0sbQ6IaEgauNHn86ZahHV1_LGrSgtP-SZ-XWcm2trkNZPpxvK_P0VgPsI1ckkDaNLjNS2O5iM_-6cnRM1LTgb96rKAL_s7A_cUTY5XCjwQgA4c/s1600/44483_564628019181_42003882_32637209_1384389_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeowKccUNEWE3KSHI88M62boD3bFoZg0sbQ6IaEgauNHn86ZahHV1_LGrSgtP-SZ-XWcm2trkNZPpxvK_P0VgPsI1ckkDaNLjNS2O5iM_-6cnRM1LTgb96rKAL_s7A_cUTY5XCjwQgA4c/s400/44483_564628019181_42003882_32637209_1384389_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512197201967047026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Lately, identical photos of people standing in front of <a href="Powells.com">Powell's</a> Books, downtown Portland, have been appearing all over Facebook, envelopes for holiday cards, and families’ inboxes overseas. It's like a group of book-obsessed hooligans have conspired to meet outside of Powell's, pose in the exact same place, and hi-jack the marquee lettering.<br /><br />Well, there is a simpler explanation for the epidemic. The masterminds at <a href="idbranding.com">ID Branding</a> have teamed up with Portland landmark, Powell's City of Books, to create a unique interactive promotional experience for book-lovers all over the world. <br /><br />The green screen, photo-booth extravaganza, found at Powell's until September 26th, serves as a flawless online promotional gig that tempts the savants, excites the narcissists and leaves the sentimental in awe. Because Powell's is such a notorious place, it reserves the right to have a little fun with its fans in a mutually beneficial way. Customers are given the opportunity to get a digital photo of them superimposed in front of the store with their name on the marquee, FREE! People visit Portland from millions of miles away with stepping foot in Powell's Bookstore at the top of their tourism hit list and they want proof they made it there. Aside from the occasional token shy kid, who is often dragged into the booth anyway by his determined mother, local Portlanders are equally enthused by the promotion.<br /><br />Many ask, “What is the catch?”<br /><br />You sign up for the Powell's.com newsletter, you get 20% off the online store. Don't care about the newsletter? That's cool, either way the beloved photo will be in your inbox and Powell's will soak up the publicity by posing behind your smiling face.<br /><br />As if providing a free-of-charge photography session wasn't enough, the overall feel of the campaign itself, including the copy of the forms, instantaneousness and personalization it offers achieves a genuine for-the-consumer feel. By strategically paying attention to what people actually want, it is able to excite them in the smallest of ways.<br /> <br />The older demographic will almost indefinably ask "how long until we receive the photo?" when I tell them it is as soon as I click ‘send’, they freak out. The instantaneousness of the photo completely baffles the generation who continue to favor the cord-tangled home phones.<br /><br />The form reads: "NO, I cannot bear a long-distance relationship. Please do not subscribe me to your newsletter or send me a 20% off coupon." This one sparks a hefty chuckle in about 1 in 5 victims. It’s difficult to turn down a useful discount in the first place but the wit makes it irresistible. <br /><br />The pure genius of this campaign lies in its ability to provoke consumers to actively identify with the store. Once Facebook users began to choose to include the Powell's logo in their profile photo, over the 123,239 kissy-face-mirror shots they took Monday night, I figure it is safe to say that the campaign has exceeded its original goal. Customers increasingly begin to claim their reason for visiting Powell's is solely to snap a photo, like the one they had seen on FB, for their next profile photo.<br /><br />The campaign has created its own clientele all together. An overwhelmingly joyful woman saw the booth for the first time and immediately planed to return on the 23rd to take a photo for this year’s holiday card. She returned smitten in a Santa hat eager to share her love for Powell’s. I foresee a resurrection of the booth, ‘holiday style’.<br /><br /> Flat Stanley, marriage proposals, traditional dancers and seeing-eye dogs have made their debut at the booth as well. <br /><br />Go <a href="idbranding.com">ID Branding</a>, keep on rockin' it <a href="powells.com">Powell's</a>!Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-48920715503202372702010-08-12T00:17:00.000-07:002010-08-12T00:33:36.569-07:00HELLO-inspiration calling<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8109760&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8109760&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/8109760">The Peppermint Lounge - African Orange</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/romkehoogwaerts">Romke Hoogwaerts</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12422285&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12422285&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/12422285">Andreya Triana 'A Town Called Obsolete' (Official Video)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/ninjatune">Ninja Tune</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-56970817606609666132010-06-28T22:12:00.000-07:002010-06-28T22:18:49.397-07:00I want you inside and out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOCZMl8BM4-UUJs921eThA2vDEWBLrVLHfwQZzGpOCHucOVeBr3m5RXdotyhZiqfZUEhfW78Zo58UdeuYliljcJ3NCy0w5GMSY74ODVpHeMeq3RkD-MhniAIeBYRfEVEViWrPWaDtJPU/s1600/eizo-pinup-calendar_11.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbxVHK75s9Gk6zVpFQUwksefOBH07217H_Y7dTaHnF3pWeyjoRDMIUtsHAzJmJnK6OakAvl1HGl1cTlWWTyJV0YzBe3H3trR8M4uZ4iG0hyphenhyphenQSMHbg1puk3c_Oz7j_dP7I6mwgT3pOeWoQ/s400/eizo-pinup-calendar_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488059334904000994" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thecoolist.com/eizo-x-ray-pin-up-calendar/"></a>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-62665443933898731252010-06-08T18:52:00.000-07:002010-06-08T18:57:23.994-07:00Rip off your shirt and shake your butt to this skin-tingling masterpiece<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pg0rWgs2r2Q/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pg0rWgs2r2Q&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pg0rWgs2r2Q&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />From Broken Social Scene's album Forgiveness Rock RecordKatie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-71027043902501429842010-06-08T18:42:00.000-07:002010-06-08T18:45:40.362-07:00Jump Suit Boogie in the Studio<div><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" flashvars="mode=embed&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=000000&showFlipBtn=true&autoFlip=true&autoFlipTime=6000&documentId=100607052652-e311d831e64a4c3fb9d556cab15a3170&docName=book&username=kfreedle&loadingInfoText=FANGS&et=1276047847840&er=95" style="width:600px;height:194px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://issuu.com/kfreedle/docs/book?mode=embed&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=000000&showFlipBtn=true&autoFlip=true&autoFlipTime=6000" target="_blank">Open publication</a> - Free <a href="http://issuu.com" target="_blank">publishing</a> - <a href="http://issuu.com/search?q=photo" target="_blank">More photo</a></div></div>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-42013418266631396962010-05-25T00:32:00.000-07:002010-05-25T00:50:23.786-07:00What really gets my juices pumpin' is beautiful photoprahyI put together a collage-type collection of some lovely photos. I think my aesthetic has officially been established.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrV85hPKHXD4kBnIefxP2TjLiYcJ_rz_wP90n_5lHEMQT_YYm8VDrlH7ZPyUcYOfwlgpj04H2gBPw_RL9GUkJYausuBwMqagjxBDxJXWEspSxFZZTPf0GowgNRWm4-wNKWKJrid-mXIc/s1600/Photo_exhib_for+internet_Page_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrV85hPKHXD4kBnIefxP2TjLiYcJ_rz_wP90n_5lHEMQT_YYm8VDrlH7ZPyUcYOfwlgpj04H2gBPw_RL9GUkJYausuBwMqagjxBDxJXWEspSxFZZTPf0GowgNRWm4-wNKWKJrid-mXIc/s400/Photo_exhib_for+internet_Page_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475108038952272802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvtMnMWNyj6Tjf_UT5gx6GcQMZaQ0EaJ04gCz7x_TRfHvq-RfxnSvBUEZfVCcp0ei_tEKS64dwgma7s1Vgq05kwiyoy9Rih5WKZxQg4X6l1mpGCot6Y89CiVk0fdDLlL-sM_I25fLU5A/s1600/Photo_exhib_for+internet_Page_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPXPqxpGpSnWxCT1IUHhhdivmofrgcplIOZc0uk45_woBzImXjQnqK67EsjFGDfQ4RIrcVzFwMUBQ-VCNNDK6CnTeopCn_zjL_bneQ_6Lcy3oN_Z-7X4sLPpLsBvkFHFFLoeQoLqT05w/s400/Photo_exhib_for+internet_Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475107775074420898" /></a>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-37246587405183106892010-05-17T19:42:00.000-07:002010-05-17T19:44:28.241-07:00Object Scanning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpbI1QZXgla6TTRPUXMlEAqpBVqxiV2r9yA21dYtGiX_IdTmzjcz0u4RQC_UoUA-O4kX1vmGvTkO-C_9jcGuT2Z_MYxm1x-Mwa6SvFEjVzQs0-kEKEAvD1dLmX6H-rK9JiQOnqRTAw9s/s1600/scan_project.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpbI1QZXgla6TTRPUXMlEAqpBVqxiV2r9yA21dYtGiX_IdTmzjcz0u4RQC_UoUA-O4kX1vmGvTkO-C_9jcGuT2Z_MYxm1x-Mwa6SvFEjVzQs0-kEKEAvD1dLmX6H-rK9JiQOnqRTAw9s/s400/scan_project.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472435183742930738" /></a>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-39220679793048426072010-04-12T18:15:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:24:10.374-07:00Digital Imaging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcUYO8jZfs4lehwKaP7bJ_Km76Su0x5iRaPFUWq2wLoHO7iIIgHfXJ4X3-PvHb3cqRbTBFNVcsxLAHinMt0BRfcgubk6SPlCzB3B0skp3d5azUsmuI4F52sO8gYwWl-irLz_G6eX9cyk/s1600/lock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcUYO8jZfs4lehwKaP7bJ_Km76Su0x5iRaPFUWq2wLoHO7iIIgHfXJ4X3-PvHb3cqRbTBFNVcsxLAHinMt0BRfcgubk6SPlCzB3B0skp3d5azUsmuI4F52sO8gYwWl-irLz_G6eX9cyk/s400/lock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459424671917924498" /></a>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-12291778880823316912010-03-03T20:02:00.001-08:002010-03-03T20:04:37.243-08:00COOOL<a href="http://uoregon.edu/%7Ekfreedle/P1/projectone/index.html">http://uoregon.edu/~kfreedle/P1/projectone/index.html</a>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-26000094730730778252010-02-05T00:24:00.000-08:002010-02-05T00:27:42.176-08:00I melt for Carla Bruni...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvyMG0z0FZY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvyMG0z0FZY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose, <br />They tell me that our lives aren't worth anything,<br /><br />Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.<br />they pass in an instant like the roses fade.<br /><br />On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud<br />They tell me that the time that slips away is a bastard<br /><br />que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux<br />that makes coats out of our sorrows.<br /><br />pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit... However someone told me...<br />Refrain<br /><br />Que tu m'aimais encore,<br />that you still love me.<br /><br />C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.<br />There's someone who told me that you still love me.<br /><br />Serais ce possible alors ? Is this possible then?<br />On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous<br /><br />They tell me that destiny makes fun of us,<br />Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout<br /><br />that it gives us nothing and that it promises everything.<br />Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,<br /><br />It seems happiness is at hand,<br />Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou<br /><br />so we tend the hand and we find ourselves crazy.<br />Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ... However someone told me...<br /><br />Refrain<br />Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?<br />But who is it that told me you still love me?<br /><br />Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,<br />I don't remember anymore it was late in the night.<br /><br />J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits<br />I still hear the voice,<br />but I no longer see the features.<br /><br />"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"<br />"He loves you, it's secret, don't tell him that I told you"<br /><br />Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit.<br />You see someone told me...<br /><br />Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...<br />That you still love me, they really told me that...<br /><br />Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ? <br />That you still love me, is that possible?Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-54348815098117548452010-01-31T19:00:00.001-08:002010-01-31T19:00:39.055-08:00i.love.this.<object width="400" height="215"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1866688&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1866688&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="215"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/1866688">Agent Orange</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/amichaelwufilm">michaelwu</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-26447492679269652202009-12-12T21:51:00.000-08:002009-12-12T23:22:09.349-08:00Scum SearchingA week long disaster of frozen pipes has caused chaos in the house. Dirka-Dirka, our ungodly landlord, was unable to accommodate the lingering tragedy. Our sinks and dishwasher have been completely out of commission; no thanks to Ed, the stereotypical butt-crack-exposed handyman. We were forced to return to pioneer-times, cleaning all dishes BY HAND, all we were missing was a washboard and a jar of moonshine. On hands and knees for nearly 6 hours we fiercely scrubbed, brushed and wiped the filthy mess we like to call our kitchen. Three bins of brown scummy water sit staring me square in the eyes. The charming background tunes of Laddy Gaga, and other horribly good pop music sustained all motivation. I felt my body cringe when I discovered that a dozen week-old eggs had nestled their way into a new home at the base of our cast iron skillet. Several dashes to the nipple-biting cold of the backyard to slosh the left-over floaties into the mud combined with countless trips to the bath tub to re-fill the buckets dragged on for what seemed a coon's age. Gross.<br /><br />Today, I proved that you can do anything with rubber gloves. 5 germ-destroyed sponges, 2,300 pounds of mucky water and 6 pruned hands later, the kitchen was screaming so fresh and so clean; clean.<br /><br />Marisa and I wrapped up the cleaning rampage with a key lime pie, purchased with bottle deposit money collected from after-party festivities of the past week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWh_ImQwDQ1T8lDUUlB-i7fApuBo7siKdmAz9pyMhMPOFS-fnV64ZTk0pNOCUHgU_u1OyIrj1wgy-KhsawVmWX1bst5IWLXPW6fuz_yoBfcU4eHzS_6wXIUjJz3K6E7r5fJaBmsKH_VCo/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWh_ImQwDQ1T8lDUUlB-i7fApuBo7siKdmAz9pyMhMPOFS-fnV64ZTk0pNOCUHgU_u1OyIrj1wgy-KhsawVmWX1bst5IWLXPW6fuz_yoBfcU4eHzS_6wXIUjJz3K6E7r5fJaBmsKH_VCo/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414617013216888594" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMedect7I8MU88MVdBijv3sXuPsrE2SWNviVZ7MNDpEEJGKKcJXoD7Yo_-ny5Bom3LGYCoPR2Tyy1B6RA0c8m1nmxJb2MYIiUOubmhGruS7nAIkXUnrY9I5NX9uyBj6znfO9_aCLaj0pg/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMedect7I8MU88MVdBijv3sXuPsrE2SWNviVZ7MNDpEEJGKKcJXoD7Yo_-ny5Bom3LGYCoPR2Tyy1B6RA0c8m1nmxJb2MYIiUOubmhGruS7nAIkXUnrY9I5NX9uyBj6znfO9_aCLaj0pg/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414616996095840946" /></a>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-88209990567021302212009-12-11T23:30:00.000-08:002009-12-16T18:06:41.609-08:00edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros blow Eugene's mindHome is wherever I'm with you. Isn't that just the sweetest! The songs are filled with heart-touching lyrics combined with a folky tune that leaves you feeling hopelessly romantic.<br />The final encore was intimately humbling, the crowd found space on the floor and stage to take a load off and relax for the final piece. <br /> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#645F5E;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7811853&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=ff9933&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7811853&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=ff9933&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7811853">Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros "KISSES OVER BABYLON"</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2100960">Edward Sharpe</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-41917488179744084142009-12-08T20:43:00.000-08:002009-12-08T20:51:12.356-08:00Principles of Advertising: FinalI took the plunge by deciding to take the oh so scary ESSAY format of the exam instead of the cop-out multiple choice--Me and three others in my 200 student class that is. As I read the questions of the quiz little jolts of confidence protruded through my veins, as I was sure i was about to put the test to shame. A girl walks up to turn in her exam 15 min after we were allowed to start...WHAT? She must have bombed it, sucker! But no, not me, I was the last one to leave. <br /><br />an hour later...<br /><br />I get an email from my professor. She personally congratulates me on how well I did on the exam! How rad is that! I was super ecstatic because this class entices me beyond belief--advertising is my passion. Naturally, I called my mom to boast. She loves me.Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421669910290626538.post-40115245375572061432009-12-07T17:52:00.000-08:002009-12-10T11:26:32.105-08:00Time Based Digital Editing<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><object height="344" width="425"><span style="">I discovered my deep love for Final Cut Pro while editing this film. Enjoy.</span><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxEBKUnqD6s&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxEBKUnqD6s&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >it was intended to for this film to evoke a sense of loneliness that is created by a feeling of rejection from immediate society. You should feel anxious when watching her drag one painful puff after another, you should feel empathetic while the "voices" are insulting her. Basically, I made it to depress the shit out of you!</span>Katie Freedlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224756958616934894noreply@blogger.com1