Producing twelve shorts in twelve short months is a personal goal I set for myself in 2014. Three months in and I’m pretty close to on track with this little video. My assignment for myself this month was to play with archival footage and make something interesting from the 35mm material over at Archive.org. Many thanks to Farewell Flight for letting me use their song. Even after about a thousand listens, it still makes me happy. Seriously, check out their new record I Was a Ghost. It will rock your socks off.
I’m very excited to be getting started on my first ever scripted (sort of) short film–let’s call it Project X-L for now–and I could really use your help to make it happen. My biggest needs at the moment are locations and actors. I’m looking to shoot in the San Francisco area. If you or someone you know would want to be involved, please let me know or have them contact me. Here’s what I’m looking for…
Actors + Extras
Shooting should only take a day or two. Actors (and crew) will be paid in pizza, booze, and good-times. This is going to be a dramatization, so there is no spoken dialogue. All levels of experience (including none) should contact me.
01. Chinese or Chinese-American man in his late 20s to early 40s, to portray a Chinese-born professor. Sweaters and blazers with elbow patches a plus.
02. Male college student early 20s.
03. Ten to twenty college-age-ish students to fill a classroom.
Location, location, location
Well actually just two locations for now.
01. University classroom, preferably something old-school and institutional with a blackboard and desks.
02. Faculty office, the messier the better.
I finished my first longish, short doc this time last year and haven’t done a whole heck of a lot since then. Until now.
While we were back East in February, I was fortunate enough to interview Michael Tantaros, an artist and devout Orthodox Christian, who makes the most beautiful crosses out of found objects. He also happens to be the father of a friend, one of my favorite photographers and basically the mayor of Baltimore, Anastasia Tantaros. I really am so how lucky to have the opportunity to work with both of them on this project.
I hope you like it.
Note to everyone else: I am so excited about the video I’ve been working on this month and can’t wait to share it with the world later this week. Stay tuned.
(Photo by Rob de Vries)
This time last week, we should have been toasting to the sale of our house in Baltimore. We were looking forward to the sigh of relief when it was all finally, really, actually done, but as you may have guessed since you’re reading this, things didn’t exactly work out that way. That’s the short story. Here’s the long version…
Aaron and I purchased our home in August 2006. After living there for seven years, we put it up for sale and were thrilled when it went under contract on Christmas Eve. Everything was going smoothly with the sale until February 27th, the day before settlement, when our agent called me to tell me the buyer’s lender raised a reg flag—our home now needed flood insurance. The news came as a complete surprise to us. We had never needed flood insurance while we lived there, nor had we ever had even a little bit of water in our basement or noticed any issues with flooding anywhere on our property or on our street.
Throughout the last week, I learned FEMA redrew the flood lines in 2008. I’m still not quite sure why this was never an issue until we went to sell the house, but I’ve been told it most likely has to do with provisions passed in the Biggert-Waters Flood Insurance Reform Act of 2012. At first, I was deeply disappointed that this last minute snag could put our sale in jeopardy, but I trusted the process. We had a surveyor come out to take the elevations of the property, and the report was submitted to the buyer’s lender. They came back with an estimate of $3500 to $4500 a year. I was absolutely stunned. To put that number in context, we currently pay $900 a year in general homeowners insurance, which fully covers every other type of risk and disaster put together. My in-laws have a property on a canal 25 feet from the water on Fenwick Island, and they pay $1100 a year for flood insurance. Now our little landlocked house would cost someone $3500 to $4500 a year.
It’s twenty-four hours after we got the estimate, and I still can’t understand it. It’s the kind of thing you think won’t happen because it just doesn’t make sense. Our house sits high on the property, and our lot is half way up a hill. We purchased our house when home prices were pretty much at their highest, but we were OK with taking a small hit on the price and felt luckier than most, knowing there were many people in worse positions than us as a result of the housing crisis. But this news about the flood insurance has been devastating. According to our agent at those rates, the value of our house will drop by another $50,000 or more.
So now we are just trying to triage. We got a second opinion from an other insurance company, but it’s not much better. I filed a Letter of Map Amendment with FEMA to appeal our zone designation, but that process takes 60 days. At this point, we either cut our loses or wait it out and maybe rent to someone in the meantime.
We’re also keeping a eye on new flood insurance legislation that’s supposed to repeal the most damaging parts of the 2012 law and bring some relief to people in our situation, but I am still unclear what if any direct impact it will have on our specific case and if there is anything that can be done until it passes. The bill is called Grimm-Waters by the way. No joke. It sounds like a bad horror movie, which sort of describes the last seven days a little too well.