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What's not to love?
Published on 2007-08-18 00:33:00
Corey Arnold, from Bering Sea CrabbingMy God, has it really been almost three weeks since I've written anything? Judging by the date of my last post, I have to assume Yes! Partly I've been busy. I mean like ass-glued-to-the-work-bench, sleeping-for-days-in-my-contacts, too-weary-to-even-run-for-breakfast/lunch/dinner busy. And partly, I've managed to piss off my family (again!) by writing something needlessly cavalier just for a cheap and probably unlikely laugh.So, insert deep breath here, to m
Why Come?
Published on 2007-07-28 22:26:00
Adam Fuss, Untitled, image from pinhole cameraWe survived the wedding. We survived the in-town guests. Hell, we even survived the 70's. But let's get down to brass tacks here: the film is done! No wait, it's not really done! I may cut it down to an hour. I may cut it down to 75 minutes. But technically it's reached the length it's supposed to be and that time is 86:40.I still have to work with the composer, which means I have to let go of my temp track, which is a lot harder than I ever imagined
Away from Home
Published on 2007-07-20 15:42:00
Jona Frank, Siobahn, Girl Scout, CAA packed bag! An airplane trip! A family wedding to attend with my parents! OK, scratch the exclamation point on that last one. While I am happy to get out of town for the weekend, and happier still to be typing this up at my long lost friend's house while she breast feeds the baby, I do have to admit that I am not looking forward to another family wedding. Another family wedding where the bride and groom are at least a decade younger than me, another family we
A coupla three things to say here
Published on 2007-07-10 18:39:00
Christine Wong, Green Present, 2007balsa wood and paper I haven't written anything here because I have been obsessed with finishing the film. OBSESSED. Assessing the howmuchmorevulnerablecanIfeel feedback, setting a date to ohmygawd lock picture, taking Ihatethispart publicity stills. I simply have no more room for creative thought in my brain. And obviously nothing to write about here. Yeah, I could tell you about the pain, the suffering, the long list of minutia one has to attend to, the diffi
Stop Freaking Out On Me
Published on 2007-06-26 18:30:00
Amy Stein, Halloween in HarlemI am back, after a long, sweaty, and sticky weekend spent mostly in the car driving up and down our fair coast. Without air-conditioning. With one working window. And oh, including a 55-pound, panting dog squirming on my lap. Ah, the joys of owning a now-aging, gas-guzzling, pick-up truck. We arrived wilted and returned, if possible, even less unrefreshed.All in all, it wasn't that bad. In fact, you might even say the trip was good. The boyfriend met the family. The
oh boy oh boy oh boy
Published on 2007-06-20 18:15:00
painting by Dennis McNultyTake a deep breath. OK. OK. Did that. Now what?Too much coffee. Too many things on my brain. Too much socializing. Too much beer. Too much homemade ice-cream (toasted coconut!) But all good for my health. The best, in fact.The weather. Somewhat hot. The dog. Somewhat lazy. The boyfriend. Somewhat amazing. It could be worse. This order could be reversed.¡Damas y caballeros! We could be reaching a break through here. Or maybe just a turning point. Or it could be more lik
No one cares about me more than you do
Published on 2007-06-11 16:49:00
Idris Khan, every...Bernd and Hilla Becher Gable sided HousesThe weekend. The weekend! Can you hear me, I said the weekend!! Can you d-i-g i-t?! (and I do not mean digit!)In short, a barbecue. Strawberries that were planted. More blooming flowers that were bought and subsequently planted. A dog that was bad, very bad, and scared away the neighbor's puppy after whom we all had to run in a million different directions looking and whom was found, but not by me, and at a much earlier hour, much earl
No one knows me better than you
Published on 2007-06-08 20:03:00
Hot Knives, Tim BarberCoffee and donuts. No wait. More like cherries and peaches. More like, more like, chocolate. And tea. Fancy tea. The kind where the leaves unfurl like fists. Baby fists. The kind in the see-through tea pots. They kind they sell at upscale markets.The kind I don't have.That's what today feels like. Special and not special at the same time. But right. Just right. And me. It feels like me. Which is a good feeling. It means human. It means normal. It means I can feel excited an
Coming Through Slaughter
Published on 2007-06-04 11:22:00
Buddy Bolden and BandThis weekend was all decentish (thank you to Kurt's OPE for letting me borrow one or two of his idiosyncrasies. Although technically I didn't ask, I must also assume he stole it from some where else). Though the weather gloomy and cold–despite the fact that it is now June–we managed an outing or two. One thing is that we discovered our local library. We both got cards and have become quite compulsive in scouring their DVDs, CDs, and New Materials sections. Did you know y
The Continuing Existence of Things I Do Not Understand
Published on 2007-05-30 22:15:00
All The Knives, Emily PrinceAfter both my mother and sister telegraphed their concern, I have decided to retract last week's blog post. I do not hate nor do I love any of you. The great influx of estrogen has finally leveled off and things are back to normal. That is, if you consider harboring fantasies of dropping everything and running to Belize normal. For whatever reason we hit a relatively rough patch and I am still hungover from all the uncontrollable sobbing.But really, I am OK. The dog i