Bogus Adventure

The life and times of videographer and media artist Joshua Cornelius.

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Like a lot of people during Spring, fitness has been on my mind of late.  In an effort to put an end to the start-stop-start nature of my fitness regime, I’ve taken up jogging every other day.  I’ve clocked 67 miles as of this writing in the last 6 weeks.

This is actually the first time in my life I’ve jogged regularly for fitness, though I’ve dieted and done strength training throughout the years.  My aversion to jogging started at an early age when a bout of pneumonia combined with bronchitis put me near death.  After a weeks stay in the hospital, I found that the heavy breathing that resulted from physical activity was relatively painful for me.  Outside of wrestling with the stair climber during infrequent gym visits, that aversion to cardiovascular exercise literally lasted up and until last month.

As anyone would tell you, the resulting high from jogging regularly is addictive, and I’m hoping to keep up the regime from here on.  Since I am so new to this, I wanted to provide some advice to other potential first time joggers or people looking to adopt a fitness regime in general.

1. Track your progress - I use the Nike+ GPS app for iPhone in combination with MapMy Walk, but you could just as well pick up a Nike Fuel Band or a super affordable pedometer.  Whatever I’m doing, I want to have a record of it.  Why?  Because seeing my progress is a huge ego boost.  Seeing that count showers me with a sense of pride and accomplishment every single time.

2. Don’t count calories - Though the Nike+ GPS app counts calories, I prefer not to tangle that number up in my diet.  If jogging becomes part of the math you do for a diet, then it will end with the diet.

3. Run against a distance, not against time - Running for 30 minutes means I don’t care what I accomplish in that amount of time.  Running against 3 miles with a goal to accomplish it in 30 minutes means I’m running 3 miles no matter what.  Time is irrelevant.  If I feel great after 3 miles, then I can push to a 4th or even further.  If you don’t have a lot of time, set a smaller distance goal.  It’s simple and helps you develop a pace.

4. Be comfortable - Early on I was jogging in my regular sneakers, which was a no go and left my feet sore afterwards.  After some consideration about purchasing new sneakers, I hauled out an old pair of Onitsuka Tigers and have been running in them since.  What’s the sense of splashing out money on new shoes when you’re just getting the hang of jogging?  Relatively soon I’ll upgrade to an entry level running shoe, which I’ll pick up from the outlets.  People jogged long before Air Max Jordan’s were invented.  Don’t let money get in the way of the routine.  Long ago, I picked up a sweat wicking shirt and shorts from Target for less than $15.  They’re doing the job just fine.

5. Don’t over think it or make excuses - Some people are all about the morning jog.  Having never been a morning person, I think that sounds awful.  If you aren’t already getting up at 6am, why force that on yourself now?  Jog when you can.  If having a schedule helps you, so be it.  I jog in the evening, go to bed tired and sleep better than I have in ages.  If it’s rainy or miserable, I jog in place in the basement.  It gets done and not because of the weather or because I didn’t wake up early enough.

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Having written all of this, I am of course creating an unbreakable contract for my continued jogging, which I think I am fine with.  So far jogging has been incredibly rewarding, and divorcing it from weight loss or short term gains means that it’s been much easier to adopt into my life.

Speaking as someone who is relatively “big boned” and not at all the average runner build, I can say that I’m the last person to think I could really do this.  Simplifying it has really, really helped.  It goes without saying that if you have joint or muscle pain that you should probably seek medical attention.  So far I’ve seen little in the way of negative effects of my running, but continued stress on my knees may eventually change that.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

alexandradit:

View 2.  The little red pegs hold up a tablet for across the room viewing.
The plan is to put this in our living room.  Not only can we then charge our phones in one easy and attractive place—because Josh has an Apple TV, we can plug a device in, then Airplay a media file straight from it to the big tv.

alexandradit:

View 2.  The little red pegs hold up a tablet for across the room viewing.

The plan is to put this in our living room.  Not only can we then charge our phones in one easy and attractive place—because Josh has an Apple TV, we can plug a device in, then Airplay a media file straight from it to the big tv.

(Source: quelalexandradit)

Talented girlfriend is talented.
alexandradit:

Here it is! DIY charging station made from a vintage Samsonite case.  The power strip in the case’s body has 6 plugs, so we could in theory charge just about every device we own. It’s also currently serving as storage for my set of rechargeable batteries and their chargers, so I don’t have to hunt for them when I need them anymore.

Talented girlfriend is talented.

alexandradit:

Here it is! DIY charging station made from a vintage Samsonite case.  The power strip in the case’s body has 6 plugs, so we could in theory charge just about every device we own. It’s also currently serving as storage for my set of rechargeable batteries and their chargers, so I don’t have to hunt for them when I need them anymore.

(Source: quelalexandradit)

My bed in repose, at the shitty place I live now.

I’m prepping to relocate for the umpteenth time in the last decade.  For a long, long time, I lived in Lancaster, PA, then New Paltz, NY (adjacent to Woodstock), then the Fishtown section of Philly, then Lancaster again and then finally the place I’m taking leave from now, the East Falls section of Philly.
If I had to make a recommendation, it would be to never move to Philadelphia… under any circumstances.  I think it takes a rare breed of person to honestly enjoy and embrace the aesthetic and moral composition of a city both stuck in the past while also stubbornly embracing its own general decline and subsequent shabbiness.
Many of Philly’s problems seem to stem from an inherent lack of objective self awareness.  A kind of overreaching sense of pride that would see its citizens proclaiming ownership and beauty in its own waste and excess.  As an example, in any other city, the waterfront would be a bustling hub of commerce and a destination for visitors.  Here, the waterfront area is a dilapidated reminder of the bygone era of Philadelphia’s days as a crucial trade and shipping destination for the burgeoning nation.  What irritates isn’t that the waterfront is dilapidated, it’s that the city and residents are fully aware of the issue and choose not to press the matter.  It never gets dealt with because of a combination of sloth, arrogance and a handful of well worn excuses, like budgetary constraints or a lack of commercial interest in the property.  Of course, there’s no end of old city money available to hijack the Barnes Foundation collection and relocate it in an already prominent and well developed area of the city.
I could go on about this (and have) for hours.  A lot of Philadelphia’s growth seems stymied by Main Line old money, and a populous of wealthy elite that, through redlining and policy, helped devalue property to determine boundaries of wealth.  That then financially and racially segregated the city in a way that now seems almost undoable.
These issues are compounded by the fact that Philadelphians seem to universally embrace the subsequent crumbling of the city.  Citizens are proud of their neighborhoods, perhaps unaware that their forebears settled into these areas of the city because they’d been squeezed out of others.  The effect is something like watching someones plant die, doing nothing to slow or prevent its demise, and then watching them staunchly defend their ownership and admiration of it afterwards.

ANYWAY, I’m moving to Athens, Georgia with my lovely girlfriend.  I’m completely excited about it.  I’ve got a few months to go yet, but it should be grand.  Right now I’m in “get rid of shit” mode, hucking furniture into the trash at the rate of one a week and dropping busted boxes of useless excess at the Salvation Army.  Pairing things down is always cleansing, and I can’t wait until it’s all done.  As ever, I’m telling myself that I won’t buy a bunch of shit I don’t need again.  I think I really mean it.  Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t still hoard an assload of digital media.
We’re in the planning and decorating stages on the new joint, which is awesome.  I’m excited to live with someone who has a good eye for the what-what.  I always tried to get my shit together and have a grown up dealy at the places I’ve lived in the past, and that was a no-go due primarily due to a lack of maturity in “accompaniment”.  Subsequently, my old haunts were filled with beyond the pale dorm furniture or actually haunted looking and bereft of furniture, like my casa now, where I live with a man-baby.
So it’s all going to be fucking awesome, and not in a, “Hey dude walking through the desert.  Here’s a glass of water.  It will be the best water you’ve ever had.”, kind of way.    More like a legit, life is awesome, your girlfriend is cool as shit, Athens is balls out cool, kind of way.
I’m hoping to update on the cool decorating stuff we’re doing with the place, which maybe the internet doesn’t need more of, but I do, so shut up your face.

My bed in repose, at the shitty place I live now.

I’m prepping to relocate for the umpteenth time in the last decade.  For a long, long time, I lived in Lancaster, PA, then New Paltz, NY (adjacent to Woodstock), then the Fishtown section of Philly, then Lancaster again and then finally the place I’m taking leave from now, the East Falls section of Philly.

If I had to make a recommendation, it would be to never move to Philadelphia… under any circumstances.  I think it takes a rare breed of person to honestly enjoy and embrace the aesthetic and moral composition of a city both stuck in the past while also stubbornly embracing its own general decline and subsequent shabbiness.

Many of Philly’s problems seem to stem from an inherent lack of objective self awareness.  A kind of overreaching sense of pride that would see its citizens proclaiming ownership and beauty in its own waste and excess.  As an example, in any other city, the waterfront would be a bustling hub of commerce and a destination for visitors.  Here, the waterfront area is a dilapidated reminder of the bygone era of Philadelphia’s days as a crucial trade and shipping destination for the burgeoning nation.  What irritates isn’t that the waterfront is dilapidated, it’s that the city and residents are fully aware of the issue and choose not to press the matter.  It never gets dealt with because of a combination of sloth, arrogance and a handful of well worn excuses, like budgetary constraints or a lack of commercial interest in the property.  Of course, there’s no end of old city money available to hijack the Barnes Foundation collection and relocate it in an already prominent and well developed area of the city.

I could go on about this (and have) for hours.  A lot of Philadelphia’s growth seems stymied by Main Line old money, and a populous of wealthy elite that, through redlining and policy, helped devalue property to determine boundaries of wealth.  That then financially and racially segregated the city in a way that now seems almost undoable.

These issues are compounded by the fact that Philadelphians seem to universally embrace the subsequent crumbling of the city.  Citizens are proud of their neighborhoods, perhaps unaware that their forebears settled into these areas of the city because they’d been squeezed out of others.  The effect is something like watching someones plant die, doing nothing to slow or prevent its demise, and then watching them staunchly defend their ownership and admiration of it afterwards.

ANYWAY, I’m moving to Athens, Georgia with my lovely girlfriend.  I’m completely excited about it.  I’ve got a few months to go yet, but it should be grand.  Right now I’m in “get rid of shit” mode, hucking furniture into the trash at the rate of one a week and dropping busted boxes of useless excess at the Salvation Army.  Pairing things down is always cleansing, and I can’t wait until it’s all done.  As ever, I’m telling myself that I won’t buy a bunch of shit I don’t need again.  I think I really mean it.  Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t still hoard an assload of digital media.

We’re in the planning and decorating stages on the new joint, which is awesome.  I’m excited to live with someone who has a good eye for the what-what.  I always tried to get my shit together and have a grown up dealy at the places I’ve lived in the past, and that was a no-go due primarily due to a lack of maturity in “accompaniment”.  Subsequently, my old haunts were filled with beyond the pale dorm furniture or actually haunted looking and bereft of furniture, like my casa now, where I live with a man-baby.

So it’s all going to be fucking awesome, and not in a, “Hey dude walking through the desert.  Here’s a glass of water.  It will be the best water you’ve ever had.”, kind of way.    More like a legit, life is awesome, your girlfriend is cool as shit, Athens is balls out cool, kind of way.

I’m hoping to update on the cool decorating stuff we’re doing with the place, which maybe the internet doesn’t need more of, but I do, so shut up your face.

As I’ve been sick the last two days, I’ve realized that I spend far too much of my time in digital distraction.  It doesn’t help that my daily work involves being in front of a computer incessantly and run a website to boot.  I’m constantly checking Twitter, Instagram, Texts and E-Mail on my iPad, iPhone and MacBook Pro.  It never ends, and as much as any one person can be, I am addicted to these devices and services.

As such, I’m going to greater lengths to cut off my connectivity addiction and reduce the number of distractions in my life.  Today I re-installed Ommwriter, a text editor aimed at reducing clutter and distractions.  With headphones on and an ambient score, I managed to write for three straight hours and nearly 4,000 words, finally beginning a script I’d meant to get down for ages.  The idea has been in my head for years and the only thing preventing me from getting it done was the sheer distraction.

It’s funny to think that I grew up in an age when talking on a cell phone in public was considered obnoxious.  It’s the standard now, of course, and I’ve decided that it’s another habit I’d like to abolish.

It’s all a part of holding myself to a higher standard and feeling better about what I’ve accomplished with the precious little time we have in life.  I’m coupling this with an attempt to only watch television during or after exercise.  Hopefully I am able to sustain the momentum!

I spent last week in NYC for work at Grand Central Terminal.  Most of the week was business, but I did get a chance to see the city a bit and see my girlfriend.  Here are a few of the photos I took, all on my iPhone.

The majority of my time these days is still being taken up by our pet project, The Film League.  Our “one month, one movie” approach to content means that some months are leaner than others, and that’s by design.  In certain instances, you simply can’t write several articles on a film without a certain amount of redundancy.  In the event that we’ve well and truly exhausted the wealth of content afforded by a film, we’ll turn to what we call “Shallow Focus” films.  The ones that might never sustain even more than a single articles worth of content.  The only criteria for a “Shallow Focus” feature is that the film must be even tangentially linked to the given month’s film.  
Such is the case with Hitchcock’s highly lauded, prolific title sequence designer Saul Bass, with his science fiction film Phase IV.  I had a great time wrapping up this article before a week in NYC for my main gig.
TFL may not bring in the bacon (the site is not monetized) but it’s an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything.  The challenge of the site has been it’s own reward.  In the past, I’d spent an excessive amount of time generating content for other sites that had a shelf life of two days.  Writing entertainment news can be a thankless chore.  With TFL, I feel like we’re working towards something that will stand the test of time, with content that will have value for decades to come.
(via The Film League » Blog Archive » See Also: Saul Bass’ Phase IV)

The majority of my time these days is still being taken up by our pet project, The Film League.  Our “one month, one movie” approach to content means that some months are leaner than others, and that’s by design.  In certain instances, you simply can’t write several articles on a film without a certain amount of redundancy.  In the event that we’ve well and truly exhausted the wealth of content afforded by a film, we’ll turn to what we call “Shallow Focus” films.  The ones that might never sustain even more than a single articles worth of content.  The only criteria for a “Shallow Focus” feature is that the film must be even tangentially linked to the given month’s film.  

Such is the case with Hitchcock’s highly lauded, prolific title sequence designer Saul Bass, with his science fiction film Phase IV.  I had a great time wrapping up this article before a week in NYC for my main gig.

TFL may not bring in the bacon (the site is not monetized) but it’s an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything.  The challenge of the site has been it’s own reward.  In the past, I’d spent an excessive amount of time generating content for other sites that had a shelf life of two days.  Writing entertainment news can be a thankless chore.  With TFL, I feel like we’re working towards something that will stand the test of time, with content that will have value for decades to come.

(via The Film League » Blog Archive » See Also: Saul Bass’ Phase IV)

…and God said, “Stay inside. Play Skyrim all day.” And it was done. (Taken with instagram)

…and God said, “Stay inside. Play Skyrim all day.” And it was done. (Taken with instagram)

My amazing knock-off Bluetooth keyboard. An Xmas gift from my mom.

My amazing knock-off Bluetooth keyboard. An Xmas gift from my mom.

My work over at The Film League is still going strong.  Recently we’ve transitioned over to offering video commentary for our monthly films, and so far the response has been very positive.

This video is an essay on the critical and box office failure of our August 2011 film, Once Upon a Time in the West.