Jeremy - ProfilesArchive

About Me

I'm the resident filmmaker for Glory House for Movable Art, a contemporary dance collective in Toronto. I'm also a screenwriter and director and I have two day jobs that keep me in beans. You can click on my "Tum Tum Tree Films" friend to find out more about my film stuff, which is, I'll grant, limited on this site.

I like things that pop, glow or go zoom. I enjoy noise that is oscillated at the correct frequencies. Sometimes I go to boxes with a flickering light casts the shadown of a strip of moving plastic into a 2 dimentional viewing area.

Generating rem cycles has eluded me lately.

And I rarely ever break things down to the lowest common demoninator, but that's the task I've been challenged with. And for the next week (and, I suppose, weeks after that) I'll be doing just so on this very site in the BLOG section.

My Interests

Being interesting for at least five minute intervals. Writing. Rootbeer. Others with interest in writing and rootbeer. Rootbeer related writings.

People who flash thier boobs to cameramen. Raindrops. Hangovers. Pumpkin Pie. Jellyfish. Matte. Word Origins. Muppets. The History of towns I've lived in. TBC.

I'd like to meet:

no one... no where... no how. Know how? No? No.

Music:

Peter! Peter!
I'm the idio-
it who got there
before he was there
Dancing the dance before the dj
set up the speakers
Cheater! Cheater!
All I remember is someone's spit on my face
And not knowing which head it belonged to.
Peter. Peter.
I need some advice.
You know I'd rather be drinking.

Movies:

The Screamening - DVD Special Feature

This is a longer cut of my film Tum Tum Tree Films made for the Toronto Film Challenge. I'm very proud of it.

Television:

I'm off TV for 10 days.

Books:

This is difficult for me to say. I don't know how to read. But if I could "To Kill a Mockingbird" is still one of the best out there. As is "Neuromancer".

Heroes:

General Issac Brock, who saved British North America from the Yankees way back in 1812. Shot and killed by an American sniper as he led a second charge of Queenston Hieghts. The sniper felt so bad he sent a letter of remorse to the British Army.