Thursday, September 11, 2014

The Place That No Longer Exists

When I was young - I don't remember how young, but I suspect it was before my family left Brooklyn - I visited the Twin Towers and went to the top. I remember floor-to-ceiling windows, without rails - nothing to get between you and the view. I wasn't fond of heights, and it took an effort of will to get close to the glass. I saw everything: Wall Street; the Jersey side, with its docks and its line of (then) rundown towns - Weehawken, Hoboken, Jersey City, Bayonne; the harbor and the islands - Ellis, Liberty, Governors, Staten Island; everything so far down and away that it actually looked curved, which is probably my memory playing tricks on me. I also remember how cold it was. The plaza around the towers was barren, straight-up early '70s Brutalist, so there was nothing to stop the Hudson hawk from stinging your cheeks and bringing tears to your eyes. I remember thinking that the place was pretty desolate. I was impressed by the size and the height, but not much else. Much later, I heard that a successful neighborhood had been bulldozed to make room for the WTC, much as had been done for Lincoln Center some years earlier.

I'm now a member of a weird, accidental fraternity, one of Kurt Vonnegut's granfaloons – the group of people who have been to a particular place that no longer exists. The group is filled with millions of bond traders, Japanese tourists, janitors, IT professionals…and inside it is a smaller group: the people who were there that day, and the first responders who tried to save them. The terrorist who killed them has been dumped like garbage into the sea, but their names are on hallowed ground.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Want To Help Make a Hullabaloo?

Hullabaloo is an animated short project looking for funding on IndieGoGo. Its creators are former Disney animators who want to use genuine old-school 2D line-drawing instead of the rubbery computer-generated "uncanny valley" stuff (that I loathe and) that has come to dominate the animation industry. (Think Beauty and the Beast vs. Toy Story.) The story - hold on to your bowlers and millinery - is a steampunk Girl's Own Adventure, sort of Veronica Mars meets Jules Verne by way of Girl Genius and Marvel Comics.

In short, this sounds like a worthy project...and unlike Zach Braff, these folks won't make a million off this, and are willing to hand out producer credit.