Scarecrow

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.

Cousin

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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