Tuesday, 28 October 2003

For Halloween I am go­ing to dress as a Scarecrow. I am al­so go­ing to Cleveland for a Halloween par­ty given by my bud­dy. He has one every year, and it has been sev­er­al since I was last at it. I am se­ri­ous­ly look­ing for a place to live there, and em­ploy­ment. I need to be some­place where there are things to do, and some­place where I can start to do things. I choose Cleveland, most­ly be­cause I have sev­er­al friends out there, it is a city [which means things to do] and it is suf­fi­cient­ly far enough away from my fam­i­ly as to give me some sense of au­ton­o­my.

I still think Ohio is a hole.

Opossum Boy

Monday, 27 October 2003

Last Friday I man­aged to go see KILL BILL with my bud­dy phil. I en­joyed the movie in a vague sort of way. oh sure it was en­ter­tain­ing, but i felt a sort of lack to it, all of the edit­ing flour­ish­es, the fx, etc… just there be­cause they’re sexy. i ex­pect a bit more from taran­ti­no, some sort of state­ment. i can read in a cri­tique about deca­dence, ex­cess, and all that jazz, but i’m pret­ty sure taran­ti­no isn’t cri­tiquing it. i imag­ine his thought process was more like — i re­al­ly like vi­o­lent movies, and so do lots of peo­ple. i’ll make the most vi­o­lent movie ever, do some cool doobers to make it look sexy and arty and then make a bun­cha bucks.

far more en­ter­tain­ing, and Ward, i hope you agree, is the tale phil re­lat­ed to me af­ter­ward. a stu­dent at my school was re­lat­ing to his teacher the sundry us­es that his fam­i­ly makes of opos­sum, ob­tained as road­kill or in oth­er ways. [prob­a­bly best not to ask] this youth was proud of his fa­mil­ial opos­sum gourmet. sev­er­al weeks lat­er he re­mind­ed his teacher of this and added a bit of a caveat.
the word­ing ap­par­ent­ly was along the­se lines:

y’know how i said we ate ‘pos­sum? well then we seen a ‘pos­sum crawl out of a dead cow’s ass. we don’t eat ‘pos­sum no more…

word got around low­er wa­ter­loo [male so­cial stud­ies teach­ers be­ing aw­ful gos­sips] and the leg­end of Opossum Boy was born.

Hay Hair

Friday, 24 October 2003

i’m back in the tucky, un­for­tu­nate in some ways. i’m look­ing for guid­ance in Chicago of all places. been read­ing Dangerous Visions, the clas­sic sci-fi an­thol­o­gy. its ed­i­tor Harlan Ellison spear­head­ed it and sought no-holds barred, no such thing as a taboo top­ic short sto­ries. they are all pret­ty amaz­ing. Philip Jos? Farmer’s piece Riders of the Purple Wage re­minds me of a some­what hap­pier, and more glib Pynchon.

New York i think is a bit too much for hay­haired me. the pace, the amount of ef­fort it would take me to make ends meet would keep me from en­joy­ing the city at all. if i get an­oth­er job out there [per­haps pend­ing with Third Watch] i’ll def­i­nite­ly re­turn. i just wish i had had had had the op­por­tu­ni­ty to ex­pe­ri­ence the city a bit more. have some fun. the on­ly way i could have done that was by not sleep­ing ever, and well you know how i am with sleep.

i’ve some un­fin­ished busi­ness out there though. most im­por­tant­ly, i owe a cer­tain Edlund para ed­lun­dart a din­ner.

my pre­cious

Monday, 20 October 2003

an al­bum of pics from NYC


Thursday, 9 October 2003

I fi­nal­ly met up with my Cousin Mea. We went to a cou­ple of bars and talked for awhile. Even though I didn’t re­al­ly re­mem­ber her, I can see why we got along years ago. Perhaps this week­end I will go see her apart­ment and her mom.

Today is the last day of shoot­ing on Into The Fire. I’m not done though. I have wrap week and then if we fin­ish that a bit ear­ly I’ll head back to Indiana on ear­ly Thursday. We hope to fin­ish on Tuesday which will give me Wednesday to trav­el around the city drop­ping off r?sum?s to dif­fer­ent pro­duc­tion com­pa­nies and films.

I’ve al­most fin­ished my roll of B&W film and I’m anx­ious to see how they turn out. The Voice did a “best of NY” this week and B&H is the place to go for ‘dis­con­cert­ing­ly low-priced film.” i have to ad­mit, 36­exp for a buck fifty leaves me with no com­plaints.

The wrap par­ty is to­mor­row night, with an open bar from 9 – 11. I’m al­lowed to in­vite some­one along, nut the on­ly peo­ple i know in NY are as­so­ci­at­ed with the film. Oh well, may­be I’ll get sauced and the director’s as­sis­tant will take me home with her.

Crow Recipe

Saturday, 4 October 2003

yes yes, i know. i should up­date reg­u­lar­ly. in­stead of giv­ing ex­cus­es i’ll just get to the news.

i haven eat­en my crow and now own a cell­phone. it is im­pos­si­ble to work in the film in­dus­try ef­fec­tive­ly with­out one.

i have been apart­ment hunt­ing and the one i looked at to­day in Jersey City Heights is one i want. all in­clud­ed it would run me about $450 a mon­th and it is on­ly 20 min­utes by bus to Manhattan. the neigh­bor­hood is nice, the apart­ment is nice and the two room­mates might be nice, but i’ve on­ly met one of them so far.

my bee sting is cleared up apart from the small scar from where the stinger en­tered. i think i am go­ing to switch over to lis­ten­ing to good rap for awhile, be­cause it doesn’t seem that any­thing in­ter­est­ing is go­ing on in the world of rock late­ly. i bought a Pixies CD to­day.

peo­ple please email me your cell num­bers and i swear i will call some night.

i should be at ND for the USC game to get my ring and see you ND bas­tards.
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