That’s Mr. Pollard to you. Me and Jason have been friends and brothers in film for going on a decade now. But I always tease him because he doesn’t remember when we first met — a good 7 years before that back when he was a goofy 17-year-old and I was a goofy 18-year-old. Now he’s producing, editing, Sundance-ing. Real big.

Though we shot back in July, this chilly winter is the perfect time to finally show of the video I shot for Thaddeus Clark’s Hi-8. I’ve had the album for months as well, and if you’re looking for your new headphone masterpiece, head on over to hellabasic.com and cop one for free. Trust me, it plays straight through.

I’ve also written a little break-down on some of the one-man-band filmmaking tips I used in the making-of over at No Film School. Be sure to catch the tussle in the comments section.

Jordan and Robert at the office this week. The afternoon inspirations here just do not quit.

Was in DC on a gig the last two weeks and got to check in with some family. Here’s the view from where I stayed. Not bad.

While that was happening my interview piece on Khoi Vinh finally went live. Even got a write-up. Onwards towards winter.

There is the famous Godard adage about needing only a gun and a girl to make a film. But what about a Zipcar and a couple? There’s always sneaking into abandoned warehouses and the beach too.

Recent ones from break-time in the afternoon. At the office, and close by.

The saturday farmers’ market in Brooklyn is where I make a weekly vow to cut back on fast food. Then monday night football comes on, and there’s the buffalo wing place right downstairs from the studio.

The news of the larger Occupy Wall Street protests was lost in the Steve Jobs tidal wave, but the discontent was no less potent. Ironically, many of the non-professional photographers there were snapping away on their iPhones. I was too.