this desert of iron and cement is an island
I got my film back from the NY lab today. It was like Christmas - I tore into the AbEx envelope and breathed deeply from the can, undoubtedly killing countless braincells. I was anxious to get editing so I could work on it while at the hotel. After my radio show I hit the lab and started going through the footage. Every single frame was completely out of focus. I'm not incompetent, my vision is just awful. Meh. Over the past two weeks I've neglected so many different things: my plants, my health, my diet, my classes (barely showing up at all). I need to dig in and get my house in order. *love, ryan.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Monday, October 13, 2003
towards thee i roll, though ever destroying
To tell you the truth, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale, I've been feeling awfully funny lately. I have a feeling that I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain (perhaps my previous prediliction for the term anoxia was a premonition). I'm beginning to get the buzzing feeling that I remember my mother always complaining about which I always took for a symptom of her neurosis. Perhaps I've inhereted it. Friday I hung out with Bailey. We saw KillBill (vol. one). It was awesome. I love hanging out with her because we're so similar its uncanny. She laughed at the exact same things in the movie as I did when no one else in the theatre was laughing. Perhaps I was taking cues from her or she from me or maybe we have the same sense of humor. Saturday Sam & I went to the golden hornet project symphony III at the off-center. It was awesome. It featured drum machines, bizzarre buzzing electronics, the tosca tango quartet. I was hypnotized by the synchronized bowing of the violins and the string plucking.
The rainy dark weather all weekend made working on my film project impossible as the film I'm using is slow and the camera I was using, my ebay crapiola, is completely auto-exposure - hopefully this means idiot-proof. Sunday, my mom was coming into the city for mass so I caught up with my parents and hit the perfect moment to shoot as the clouds broke at dusk. The weather becames so beautiful that my lengthy visual indictment against our century turned into a happy love poem to highway interchanges. Then I had some cheese dip. *love, ryan.
To tell you the truth, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale, I've been feeling awfully funny lately. I have a feeling that I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain (perhaps my previous prediliction for the term anoxia was a premonition). I'm beginning to get the buzzing feeling that I remember my mother always complaining about which I always took for a symptom of her neurosis. Perhaps I've inhereted it. Friday I hung out with Bailey. We saw KillBill (vol. one). It was awesome. I love hanging out with her because we're so similar its uncanny. She laughed at the exact same things in the movie as I did when no one else in the theatre was laughing. Perhaps I was taking cues from her or she from me or maybe we have the same sense of humor. Saturday Sam & I went to the golden hornet project symphony III at the off-center. It was awesome. It featured drum machines, bizzarre buzzing electronics, the tosca tango quartet. I was hypnotized by the synchronized bowing of the violins and the string plucking.
The rainy dark weather all weekend made working on my film project impossible as the film I'm using is slow and the camera I was using, my ebay crapiola, is completely auto-exposure - hopefully this means idiot-proof. Sunday, my mom was coming into the city for mass so I caught up with my parents and hit the perfect moment to shoot as the clouds broke at dusk. The weather becames so beautiful that my lengthy visual indictment against our century turned into a happy love poem to highway interchanges. Then I had some cheese dip. *love, ryan.
Wednesday, October 8, 2003
before after now
I stay up for a days at a time and barely even notice anymore. I've been constantly busy and I like it until I stop. Last night I'd planned on working on a film project but a mix up with the film delivery made it impossible. So I was struck by empty hours that I hadn't expected. It made me stir crazy - I'd built up so much momentum. I had to get out, get anywhere. So after writing another entry in the storyblog, I walked down to 6th street for a drink to fight off melancholy and wound up at the elephant room, one of the few bars in this town I genuinely love. Maybe because its underground all of the peoples' brainwaves that torment me on the surface are blocked. Good times. I've posted the first 'filmgem' from my experimental film class for your enjoyment and or ridicule. I'll try to keep more current with the blog entries. I know how much you imaginary folks love to read of my antics. *love, ryan.
I stay up for a days at a time and barely even notice anymore. I've been constantly busy and I like it until I stop. Last night I'd planned on working on a film project but a mix up with the film delivery made it impossible. So I was struck by empty hours that I hadn't expected. It made me stir crazy - I'd built up so much momentum. I had to get out, get anywhere. So after writing another entry in the storyblog, I walked down to 6th street for a drink to fight off melancholy and wound up at the elephant room, one of the few bars in this town I genuinely love. Maybe because its underground all of the peoples' brainwaves that torment me on the surface are blocked. Good times. I've posted the first 'filmgem' from my experimental film class for your enjoyment and or ridicule. I'll try to keep more current with the blog entries. I know how much you imaginary folks love to read of my antics. *love, ryan.
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