Video Links

The following Link is the Intro to my Japan Documentary.  I used key points in Final Cut Pro to make it look like the student was throwing the train from his hand instead of the baseball.  Also, another Fulbrighter videotaped me as I gave my welcoming speech at Funari Senior High School.   Not only did the principal give me a hug at the end of my speech, but also at the end of the day.  He ran out to our bus and hugged me before we left.

 

 

You can buy the entire documentary on Amazon. My Creative Writing students and Broadcast students were part of the decision making, voice-overs, and editing concepts per part of my Fulbright arrangement.  Some video and sound were destroyed by the X-ray wand at the airport when security told me that my mini magnetic DATs could be bombs in disguise.  Ahh if only SD cards existed for prosumer cameras back then.

Japan Fulbright – Hiroshima Documentary

 



This was the first monthly news broadcast at MHS.  We had a cheap consumer video camera and borrowed lavalier mics and a green screen from the Ryan Film Institute – a summer youth film workshop program I was involved with as a board member and volunteer teacher.

What I now love about this broadcast is that it was Tyler’s first ever.  At the time he was a junior in high school.  This past fall, he just won an Emmy for a news segment he produced.


 

The next video is a 30-second clip from a sixth generation track documentary – which means it was originally filmed on VHS and then degraded via multiple improper copying techniques.  At the time our school’s head track coach wanted this produced for possible grant monies to help the school have a track and field.

In my EFG News Gathering course, I learned the best editing is invisible to the eye.  The scene with the pole vaulter is seamless.  I filmed at five different angles and edited as one jump.

 

While living in the Middle East two of my friends and I signed up for the 48-hour film challenge.  The challenge began at ten on a Friday night and ended at 5 in the evening Sunday.  Friday night we were given our genre ( my team randomly picked Science Fiction); our character name, which had to be mentioned in the film several times and had to have the characteristic of a walking encyclopedia; the requirement of a clock in several scenes; and an unmistakeable Dubai landmark.  Our team came in in the top ten of sixty-three films.  The background noise is my students talking.  I have no idea what they are saying as I do not speak Arabic.  What I love about this is that we had permission to film on the train which has never been granted to any film.

 

These phone interviews were done in Finland.  The first short ones were at a high school in Tampere.  The last one was a late at night, curious seeking, on the spot – on the street interview in Helsinki.  It was cold, so very cold outside.  None of these clips have been edited.

 

The next two are filmed with a cheap consumer camera at Prom Aid, the high school’s fundraising battle of the bands’ concert.  These are mostly in one shot.  What I love: The talent of these boys.

 

The next clips show off my silly side with my RFI students.  Our director of Ryan Film Institute brought in professionals from DC to give workshops.  These clips were from a sound workshop where students utilized different mics and headphones while I was being interviewed.  Apparently, in these clips, I was being interviewed about my best selling novel about the interbreeding habits of stinkbugs and beetles.  Of course, no such book exists.  What I love, the silliness of the Improv.

 

This next video is near and dear to my heart.  I loved teaching Creative Writing, and Rachel was a student of mine when she was 14.  At the age of 21, she succumbed to her depression.  Her mother asked me and her poetry advisor to speak at her memorial.  Though this was a very sad event, as a teacher it is an honor after 7 years to be sought out to speak. I did not know what to say, I had a limit of five minutes, but in the end had to speak Rachel’s words and as a result, went over my time limit.  My opening poem is from the song “Wave Goodbye to a Friend” from the band Friction.