filmmaker, author, speaker

Author: gihamilton

  • The Anthropology of “A Handmaid’s Tale”

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    Here is a technology experiment. This is me indulging my curiosity about artificial intelligence. I’m wondering if these tools can assist the human creative process, rather than usurping it. Like many of you, I’m rather skeptical of AI. But I also recognize the limitations of my own time and energy: I think of myself as…

  • Movin’

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    Everything is relative; everything is in motion; it’s all in your perspective. You can sit still and let the world move you. Sitting still can be soothing even as all the other things in the universe swirl around you in their own orbits; at least you’ve slowed down one thing in the world close to…

  • Solitude

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    Here I am again. Another hotel room or airport or restaurant; another city; another night; having a conversation with myself, my laptop, or an imaginary bat. In the flipbook that is my solitude, tonight’s page is: the exceedingly hip 44blue bar in the Royalton Hotel, Manhattan, Thursday night, in the company of a sheet of…

  • Wind

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    We humans sometimes forget what it’s like to be at the mercy of the elements. I’m not thinking of merciless elements, like a mudslide that buries a village, a hurricane that flattens an island, or even a snowstorm that makes it a challenge to bike to the bar after work. I’m talking about a good…

  • Hi-hos and Ho-hos

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    Time has lost track of me here in my office. This is my hour of peak efficiency, or so I tell myself every time I prairie-dog up to look across the other empty cubicles toward the window gone dark. I’m systematically checking things off today’s to-do list which somehow never stops scrolling off the bottom…

  • Esmeralda

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    The skies have been lonely of late. Except for yesterday’s snowstorm with its big storybook snowflakes drifting down lazily, there has been little life in the crisp Colorado winter air. I catch myself foolishly scanning the wispy clouds for the telltale maneuvers of my bat friends. I see only the lingering fog and the clear,…

  • The Bats

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    My shoe slides back into the pedal clip with a satisfying click and my bike seems to find acceleration almost before I’ve brought any pressure to the pedal. The air cools as I pick up speed and the dusky night still casts a soft inviting glow on the path ahead. I seem to be the…

  • Hikõki Nezumi

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    It is an exceedingly pleasant evening. On the darker side of dusk I sit on my front porch happily chewing a hearty meal. The air is cool and thick from the afternoon’s torrential downpour. The sky must be buzzing with little bugs invigorated by the moisture. The stars twinkle through a thin veil of moisture—then…