It’s been an active month for the Videofreex. Building on a successful debut in North Carolina, “Here Come the Videofreex” made the rounds in New York last week. In between showings in Brooklyn and Rosendale, the Brooklyn Museum hosted the screening and discussion Videofreex and Feminism: “Bumps on a Level Playing Field”.
I attended the Rosendale Theatre screening, seeing the final cut of the film for the first time. I couldn’t have been more proud of what this energetic band accomplished, or of filmmakers Jon Nealon and Jenny Raskin, who spent a decade on the movie. Naturally, we received the royal treatment.
Seats in the first rows of the Rosendale Theatre await the Videofreex and guests. The signs read “RESERVED FOR FREEX.”
Jon conjured the…
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This happened. It really, finally did. And it was magnificent.
A panoramic view of the first rooms of the exhibit. Photo by Rhea.
On February 7, the public had its first glimpse of Videofreex: The Art of Guerrilla Television at the Samuel Dorsky Museum of Art. The New Paltz museum dedicated a few thousand square feet to this massive retrospective, curated by Andrew Ingall. There were video screens, maps of New York City and State plotting Videofreex haunts and activities, ancient equipment stenciled with their name, and hundreds of people there to witness it all.
That day, from a Prosecco toast to the last drop of reminiscence over dinner, was one for the Videofreex record books. Though I wasn’t around to experience the Videofreex heyday, I felt very much a part of their renaissance. I found myself saying things like “You’re Horrible Howard? It’s so good to meet you!” and “You directed The Kitchen??” The exhibit runs through July…
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New York and New Paltz area residents, come on by!
Poster by Videofreex member Bart Friedman, featuring an illustration of member Nancy Cain.
Just one week from today, on Saturday, February 7, the Videofreex exhibit opens at The Dorsky. That day, members of the Videofreex will come from New York, California, and D.C. (that’s me!) for the opening reception. Skip is driving up in what he’s dubbed the Videofreex Mini Media Bus. Join us at the Samuel Dorsky Museum of Art on the SUNY New Paltz campus in New Paltz, NY.
Check out the upcoming events, including showing of the Videofreex documentary in progress:
And check out more of Bart’s posters below/after the jump (P.S. I think “BYOB” refers to your own bunny suit. What about you?)
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An update on a film close to my heart…
Videofreex (from left) Carol, Parry, and Davidson, along with Videofreex exhibit curator Andrew Ingall, chat with Skip at a milestone event. Ann is there, too, and Bart is behind the camera.
It’s official: Here Come the Videofreex! has arrived.
Before I explain exactly what I mean, I want to go back four years. Attending a screening of Videofreex work at the Light Industry in Brooklyn, I met a guy named Jon Nealon who said he was interested in making a documentary about the group. I was impressed and flattered on behalf of my late dad and the rest of the crew, but wasn’t sure exactly how this film and funding would materialize.
After an energetic Kickstarter campaign, hours of interviews, scores of tapes restored, and months of editing, it’s safe to say he meant it.
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In the Passover Seder, we say “let all who are hungry, come and eat.” So I was excited when writer friend Whitney Pipkin approached me with a craving to try her first Pesach experience. She and her husband forked in the new information and traditional foods earlier this week, and Whitney wrote a colorful post about the evening. Very pleased to share it with you!
Think About Eat
As a journalism student at the University of Oklahoma, I was once assigned as homework what would become one of my favorite pastimes later in life: go participate in a cultural or religious ceremony that is outside your realm of experience.
For the assignment, I attended my suite mate’s African American Southern Baptist church. It felt like an easy way out in some regards. But, having grown up in a comparatively stoic Presbyterian church in Kansas (although we did have a “contemporary” service), it proved to be a rich cultural experience. I was enthralled as the pastor sang half the sermon while nearly dancing down the center aisle, accompanied by a chorus of ‘Amen’s from those in attendance. It made my church look like nap time by comparison.
I began to cherish these types of cultural experiences and seek them out on my own. I love the feeling and learning that comes with entering into a…
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Returning to my food writing roots, I offer you this recipe.
Snow Day Salsa
You may find yourself at home on a snowy day, with work canceled and your tummy hankering for a warming breakfast of huevos rancheros. I know it’s a plausible situation, because it happened to me today. Here’s the salsa I came up with, using what I had around the house (because when this happens to you, living in D.C. may have thinned your skin just a tad, and you may shudder at the thought of venturing to the store in four inches of snow).
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Photo by Flickr user r.a. paterson. Neither my fence nor garden are nearly as nice.
Deer fences have been on my mind, which believe it or not has to do with writing.
It all started in my community garden around the Fourth of July. That’s when I noticed a garden neighbor, a quiet gentleman in his late 60s who tends to weed in a button-down shirt, walking down the garden path flourishing red, white and blue leis. By that time, my fellow gardeners and I had been grumbling about the nibbles for a while. Hungry, overpopulated deer had eaten whole crops of string beans and beets, and gobbled my Swiss chard plants down to nubs. Even my tomato plants, which are supposed to be deer-proof, fell victim.
“The deer obviously didn’t read the gardening books,” I remember another plot neighbor quipping. “Tomato plants are supposed to be poisonous!” Continue reading