Post-it® Brand Note Love


I’m broken. A recent spat of Post-it® videos making their way around the web have finally pushed me past the “I don’t want to post about this really” breaking point. Damn you people who make Post-it® Brand Note art look awesome. Grrrr. (FYI, I’m not being paid to write this.)

The first is “Post-it Love.” This is a charming short story of two office workers wooing each other with Post-it notes.

Post-it Love

The second is called “Deadline.” The video is a project of senior Bang-Yao Liu, who is a student of Savannah College of Art and Design. Read the information page of the video to learn more about the background of the video and a link to the making of the video. Oh yeah, the video also features a Röyksopp track, and of course everyone knows how I feel about them.

Deadline

This is kind of, a little, about Post-it notes, but still beautiful nonetheless. It’s the story of a filmmaker’s life in 2,300 yellow sticky notes combined with hand-drawn images and text and set to an original musical score. The film was entered into competition at the 2008 Tribeca Film Festival.

Yellow Sticky Notes

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A Music Filler – Röyksopp


“Beautiful Day Without You”

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I do enjoy myself some Röyksopp so I’m posting them again. I first mentioned my liking for the chillout duo in Dancing Fat Chicks and Frank Chu.

The Norwegian duo, based out of Bergen, have a new record coming out at the end of March, called Junior.  The duo said in an interview with The Sunday Mail that, “Junior is their attempt to lift the mood of music fans everywhere” and that they “felt good making it and that influenced the music.”

The video for their first single off the album, “Happy Up Here,” is available on their official website Royksopp.com. The duo also have a free download available to celebrate their 10 years as a group.

Dancing Fat Chicks and Frank Chu


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Snapshot of me

Frank Chu is a strange guy and I don’t mean strange in a bad way.  I mean he is one of the many characters that creates the tapestry that makes the Bay Area what it is.

There are rumors of Chu taking his family hostage and having a standoff with police before assuming the character in glasses and with sign we now know him as.

And the guy showed up at an underground party I was hooping at — imagine that.

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It was another Saturday afternoon that promised another Saturday night party full of friends. And that premise created another internal back-and-forth between leave the hoop or take the hoop to the party.

I had decided not take the hoop; since at this point in my hoop life, it feels like any time I take a hoop with me I have expectations projected onto me from the crowd. Plus there are the expectations I would be projecting on myself as a “hooper.” Better off to leave the hoop and the anxious mental back-and-forth that comes with it at home.

The Universe however, (or perhaps I was looking for an excuse) had different plans.

In a conversation with a friend about Röyksopp, I mentioned that one of my favorite songs to hoop to is by them. It’s called “Sparks,” its a beautiful dreamy downtempo song with a singer that makes me think of music from the 1920s.

This prompted my friend, The Captn’, who also was DJ’ing at the party to add this song to his DJ set list. And he told me to bring my hoop down. I could’ve not have, but a friend genuinely offered me a place in his set and it was awesome. I wouldn’t/couldn’t say no to that.

And so it began, “What do I wear?” “Oh my god, I haven’t hooped in a month!” “Shit my ass looks super fat.” “This outfit doesn’t support my tits, but it’s so cute” “Faux fur boot covers?”

With all that figured out and a fully charged hoop, I was on my way to the party.

It was a beautiful set-up, the party was pretty. There was an upstage area where dancers dressed in burlesque outfits were shakin’ it to the first DJ. I checked out more of the place and found friends around every corner.

After the ritual meet and greet, I went off to a corner to hoop and warm-up: out of the crowdview in the back of the venue space. I garnered some “oohs and aahs” while I was at it. When I finished, I saw that the dancers from the upstage were gone. “Ooh an opportunity,” my brain said. I eventually found the promoter of the party, pictured here with Frank Chu, and asked if I could hoop up there. She said, “Yes.”

Up to stage I go, navigating a narrow curvy staircase with my hoop in my hand. And then when I get up there, there is a dancer up there. Well I would hate to ask them to move and I just got up there so it would be lame to just go back down. I start dancing.

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“Sparks” by Röyksopp. Slightly different then album version

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I’m shaking my arse, in my black faux fur boot covers, and black nightie. All my friends on the floor cheered! When I finish dancing, (I want to conserve energy for hooping ) I get so many positive comments from friends and strangers about what I just did.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Eds your my hero”

The same story was repeated, “When I first looked up there, there was only this skinny chick, barely dancing. And then I look up there and see you up there shakin’ your ass, blowing that chick away.” What fantastic feedback. Mind you, I wasn’t dancing to show anyone off. I just like dancing in the spotlight.

After a bit of a wait, the stage has cleared and I am back up there, this time to hoop. It’s crazy. I haven’t even began to hoop yet and the crowd is a hootin n’ hollerin.  I dance with the hoop, do some isolations — the LED lights aren’t even on, and I get more love. Then I turn on the hoop’s lights and begin performing. I feel a wave of  dance induced spiritual energy coming at me. I always feel it when there is a great DJ, an awesome party atmosphere, and a crowd that’s into what you’re doing.

I’m dancing, I’m posing, I’m watching for the space limitations I got. I’m channeling my inner Gwen Stefani from her No Doubt days (Don’t Speak style). I’m showing my “girl balls.” It’s wicked fun. I give until I can. I’m absorbing the energy of the crowd and the music from a fantastic set by Bam of Evil Breaks.

I finally stop and turn off my hoop. I get such a cheer from the crowd that I must pay them some respect. They were awesome; I was Awesome (with a capital “A”); Bam was awesome, party was awesome. I bow-in to the crowd and leave the stage; Time to do some soft hooping to “Sparks” in the second room.

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–xoxo q.c.

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