Want a DVD of kART? Sadly, while we play festivals, we can't sell the movie. So now's your chance; get it for free! Send an email to info@kARTacrossamerica.com, tell us your art in the body of the email, and we'll send you a super secret preview screener. Yippee!
In the meantime, check back here to find out if we get into these festivals (and put in a good word if you know the organizers, will ya?):
AFI/Discovery Channel Silverdocs - notification May 21, 2012
Woods Hole - notification July 1, 2012
Crested Butte - notification July 17, 2012
New Orleans - notification August 3, 2012
Boston - notification August 14, 2012
Toronto International - notification August 23, 2012
Atlanta International Documentary - notification August 30, 2012
Chicago International - notification September 14, 2012
Hawaii International - notification September 24, 2012
St. Louis International - notification September 30, 2012
Denver International - PREMIERE November 9, 2011
Friday, May 11, 2012
Monday, January 5, 2009
Friday, October 10, 2008
Over 6,000 miles. Count em!
Sept 4 - Who knows Colorado
So here is the Question that Jeremy poses: We could camp on the side of the road, in the middle of the Great Plains, with wind a cold air whipping over us... or we could take off our skirts, put on some denim jeans, a pair of sweat pants, eat some steak, and drive through the night. Its only another 7 hours. You know it!
We buy some driving gloves and gas. I begin the drive at 9pm because Jeremy tells me he will do the last leg. The moon wants no part in this, but the wind is up for the challenge. Unfortunately it spends most of the trip slapping my face and trying to get in my cloths.
7 hours later (4 of which I swear were spent by DIA), I'm somehow still driving. Thanks Jeremy. But we are home. 5:30am. Mark it. Its a good thing too. If we were to continue this journey any further, we would need to get some snow tires and doors.
So here is the Question that Jeremy poses: We could camp on the side of the road, in the middle of the Great Plains, with wind a cold air whipping over us... or we could take off our skirts, put on some denim jeans, a pair of sweat pants, eat some steak, and drive through the night. Its only another 7 hours. You know it!
We buy some driving gloves and gas. I begin the drive at 9pm because Jeremy tells me he will do the last leg. The moon wants no part in this, but the wind is up for the challenge. Unfortunately it spends most of the trip slapping my face and trying to get in my cloths.
7 hours later (4 of which I swear were spent by DIA), I'm somehow still driving. Thanks Jeremy. But we are home. 5:30am. Mark it. Its a good thing too. If we were to continue this journey any further, we would need to get some snow tires and doors.
Colorado!
Frat guys have a soft side too!
If Omaha is the middle of America. Then Kearney, NE is the middle of the middle. Luckily UNK is located there and there in lies a Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house, my Alma Mater. Luckily they have 2 spare couches and a brother that plays guitar (Collin Grimes). He is only 19 but has a classical acoustic guitar sound for the ages. And you thought all frat guys would only be into Jack Johnson or JayZ. Phhht. The Nebraska roads are still there, still long.
Omaha, the beginning of the end
Happy trails to you...
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