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 I'm a legally blind disillusioned  dog, and this is my story.....

 

This was my 2nd attempt at making a film using pictures and video in (mostly) chronological order from my cell-phone to tell a serendipitous story....

 

Together we were going to paint a portrait of the love we had for one another/ we were going to show the would just how amazing it was when opposites attracted/ It all started with one white canvas/...

 

On July 3rd 2007 I went from my home in New Britain CT to Burlington VT to participate in a downhill

skateboarding event.  We sessioned on a hill over looking Lake Champlain for most of the afternoon, took a break

for some...

 

 

People are so busy dreaming the American dream,

fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be,

that they...

 

Working night shifts results in strange habits--like grocery shopping in the middle of the night.

 

The fine line between plastic food and prison is clarified by the attention to dreaming.

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Gabriel Zacchai is a recording musician/ performer, husband, father, locksmith, doomer, ex-carpenter and facilities specialist who...

 

 

 

I was a young  boy in Grand Rapids, MI - living -

kenston, lived by the pond, "skipping turtles doesn't hurt them" he says, begging me to join him.

 

One man's decision to skip being hip is rooted in a very ungroovy trip

 

             I glared at my paddle, convinced that the intensity of my gaze could somehow force it through the water faster. My skinny nine-year-old arms sunk the right side into the...

 

             I glared at my paddle, convinced that the intensity of my gaze could somehow force it through the water faster. My skinny nine-year-old arms sunk the right side into the...

 

 I was with a friend from the office and I was looking for a parking space. 

The outdoor mall was huge, acres of pavement and I saw a space.

A car was pulling out and that blocked my view.

I pulled in and the car...

 

In third grade, my teacher, Mrs. Hibbish, assigned the class to write a brief essay answering the following question: If you could be any animal, what animal would you be? This was my response...

 

  The year was 1998, I was 24 Years old, and I was in my second year of teaching at a Preparatory School in Florida.  A grand tradition at the Middle School I taught at was that each grade take a trip to bringing harmony and unity to...

 

My life is one of many stories there is the one about my mom killing a two year old baby of the wealthy couple she was a nanny for and whatever unfortunate reason she made the unholy decision to lay the blame of that despicable crime on me,...