The Editing Bin

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The Editing Bin came into being when someone suggested that Rachel, Stephanie, and Becca podcast the conversations they regularly had after seeing a film. The idea was novel, but surely, the girls thought, recording a movie podcast was better left to people with “official” film credentials. Still they decided to investigate the possibilities, and in doing so they discovered that two kinds of film critics seem to dominate movie review podcasts.
First, there are the critics who watch mainly French or other foreign films. Their focus is on the serious technicalities of how a film is made: its cinematography, color palette, and costumes. If a film is not Oscar worthy or made before 1960, it is not worth watching.
The second group of film critics is the three-minute movie reviewers. Their reviews inform the moviegoer of the film’s general plot and whether it is “awesome” or “kick-ass” enough to be worth seeing. They often use ratings systems to help convey their opinion of a film, but do not fully explain why a film received the number of stars or fingers that it did.
Here at the Editing Bin the critics have worked to create a balance between the two by focusing on the important details of how a film is made, while stopping to ask what it is trying to convey and why. Movies serve many purposes, one of which is to entertain without overtaxing the brain. In other words, truly funny popcorn flicks deserve attention too. After all, judging Schindler’s List and About a Boy on the same star-rating system would be pointless for comparison, yet both are excellent examples of films in their respective genres.
Rachel, Stephanie, and Becca created their own rating system –
*Buy it,
*Catch it in theaters,
*Rent it,
*Wait for syndication, or
*Run, run away
– because the language of stars is not natural to the regular moviegoer’s decision-making. The Editing Bin’s podcasts are shaped in everyway by the belief that movie reviews should speak the language of the movie-watcher, not the other way around.
This is the kind of podcast that we at the Editing Bin want to hear and we hope you agree.

The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

A PSALM OF LIFE - Longfellow

TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act,— act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Let it Go

I’ve been caught sideways out here on the crossroads.Trying to buy back the pieces I lost of my soul. It’s hard when the devil won’t get off your back. It’s like carrying around the past in a hundred pound sack.

Today I’m gonna keep on walking I’m gonna hold my head up highI’m gonna leave it all behind Today I’m gonna stand out in the rain Let it wash it all away Yeah wash it all away

I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah

Skeletons and Ghosts are hiding in the shadows. Threatening me with all the things that they know. Choices and mistakes, they all know my name. But I’m through holding in and holding onto all that pain.

Today I’m gonna keep on walking I’m gonna hold my head up high Got No more tears to cry Today I’m gonna stand out in the rain Let it wash it all away Yeah wash it all away

I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah

I know I know I know I’ve been forgiven
I know I know I know I’m gonna start living

Today I’m gonna keep on walking I’m gonna hold my head up highI’m gonna leave it all behind Today I’m gonna stand out in the rain Let it wash it all away Yeah wash it all away

I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah
I’m gonna let it go Oh yeah h yeah

First Week Last Year

It is that time again. Macy's has removed it's strange and yet traditional holiday windows, the wind blows cold, and people are wrapped up tightly with their hands fondling their Starbucks cups. The Christmas season has gone and with it another semester. The begining of the end has ended only to lead to the begining of the end of the end. Otherwise known as the final semester of my senior year.It has been a long journey here at The King's College. There have been many changes to the school over the course of the past four years, but none so much as personal. Going from naive freshman to burnt out senior has had many twists and turns. Perhaps it is cliche to write that I would not change any of it, but it is the truth. Hard Times could be the title of my career here. From losing many friends and family back home to the grave, to thinking my sister had been killed in a car accident, to failing that midterm, to having the provost chastise me, I would have to classify a great portion of my time here as hard. But that does not mean it has not been good.It's strange to think that something hard and painful can be good. In fact, I might say that it is an oximoron. What is bad can not be good. Or can it? What I typically view as bad might really be good afterall. It is only because of the hardship that I face...or that we face, for that matter...that makes us who we are. But more than that, difficulty is a blessing. It teaches us that we are stronger than we think, that we can accomplish more than we ever dreamed, and that those petty acquaintances in our lives are truly are best friends. Reflecting on the past, I look forward to the challenges ahead. Life is full of challenge and pain, but through those struggles growth and knowledge come about.

Life

I am enjoying working at CW. Tuesdays and Thursdays I am at the farm, and I really enjoy being out there. I think the reason is that I get to be outdoors more than anything. Steve and Aenda are fun to work with cause they act like themselves and don't try to be anything else. Jeff is an interesting character, he's a college guy who plays football and doesn't seem to care much about life. Wes is really nice and just a good southern guy, works hard, kind, etc.On sunday morning, Whitney gave me a call. She told me that saturday evening she and Mark had gone out for a nice dinner and he had proposed. So it looks like my little kiddo is going to be tying the knot. I am glad for her. I can tell how he has really changed her life and I am appreciative of him for bringing joy back into it. She's very happy which makes me extremely happy. I just hope that she doesn't put aside her dreams for him and that she really thinks through everything first.On another note, Jennifer is coming down for the 4th of July weekend and then Becki and her family are coming down on the 13th. I am looking forward to seeing familiar faces. It isn't that I haven't had a good time here, but it is difficult to find people my own age to hang out with since basically all I do is work at CW and then read/work on my Sr. Thesis. But life is still good. I haven't been able to find a job yet. This weekend I am going to go and see if I can find something else. Although it is really nice just working at CW, but I really need to find a source of income so that mom and dad don't have to worry about spending more money on me. I love them dearly and they would do it, but I want to be able to alleviate some of their burden, which they probably won't let me do.Lauren's wedding is next month and I am going to try and get up to Jersey for that, which means again that I need some money. Why does everything revolve around money? Sa la vie.Anyway, tomorrow I think that I will head back to the farm, since I really don't have anything else to do. Crap! I need to call the eye doctor to get back over there. Hmmm.

Trip in Time

This summer is not one of boredom. I feel like every couple of weeks I am in a new location, a new country, or a new state. Which could be because I am. A week ago I left New York went with my grandparents and aunt to New Jersey and then the following day headed to Virginia. I have now been in Williamsburg for the past week.This past week I stayed with my Grandparents, Uncle, and Mom. Mom flew up from Florida to see me, since she hasn't gotten to see me since Spring Break. It was nice to get to see her even for a little bit. They helped drive me to all the places I had to be for Orientation and the like. Yesterday was the first and only day that I got to spend the entire day with them. We ate at Chik-Fil-A and then wandered around Jamestown and Williamsburg, before they had to leave to go home.The rest of the summer for the most part, will be spent here, working at Colonial Williamsburg. I am interning with the Carpenter's here. I get to spend time in the historic city working as a carpenter from the 1700's. Yes, I also have to be in costume. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I work out at Great Hopes Plantation and on Wednesdays I work in the city itself at the Carpenter's shop. I enjoy being at the plantation more, because I get to be outside all day. The shop is neat, but there isn't a whole lot for me to do there and it gets boring after a while.I am staying with a young couple from a church here in town. The LeGrande's were able to help me find a place to stay with them. They are nice and just found out that she is pregnant with their first kid. Because of that she has been really sick.The only thing that needs to get worked out, is that I need to find a job outside of CW. Since the internship isn't paid and I need to eat and pay for housing it is necessary to find an income. I think that I am going to go out later and try and find something. Maybe I will wander back into CW as well. I am going to borrow their bike this summer and I will probably be in really good shape by the time I have to head back to NY.