events, large and small
I'm pretty much dealing at the moment by putting my fingers in my ears, my head in the sand, and going, "La la la la," which while not very mature is what I feel up to right now.
melymbrosia is a lot more articulate about her feelings, particularly as a New Yorker, here.
C. is away from home on a business trip, and the apartment feels very quiet and empty. I ended up blowing most of the day watching another of the movies I picked up at Borders during Escapade -- Get Shorty -- and the last three episodes of Angel. I am grateful for Tivo and DVDs, which keep me safe from the newschannel deluge, and let me spend the day not really thinking about it.
And then I sat down and made myself finish the script for my first real film class assignment, a full day ahead of the shoot. That's not quite as bad as it sounds, since this assignment is only a two-person-dialogue scene with 2-4 minutes of total screen time. I based mine on Hemingway's Hills Like White Elephants, which is a story I've never been able to love, but do admire a great deal.
Of course, I had to hack out giant gobs of it to get it down to the 2-4 minute range, and I feel I've lost most of the rhythm of the original piece -- that slow unraveling, the trapped repetition. And I've translated it to a Central Park bench, since getting a restaurant to let you do a film shoot turns out to be lot more of a pain than I expected, so the dusty atmosphere is completely gone, exchanged for a bleak early-spring dampness. But it'll do, at least for practice, and maybe I can do a longer version for my second assignment.
I think maybe I'll go light a candle too.
melymbrosia is a lot more articulate about her feelings, particularly as a New Yorker, here.
C. is away from home on a business trip, and the apartment feels very quiet and empty. I ended up blowing most of the day watching another of the movies I picked up at Borders during Escapade -- Get Shorty -- and the last three episodes of Angel. I am grateful for Tivo and DVDs, which keep me safe from the newschannel deluge, and let me spend the day not really thinking about it.
And then I sat down and made myself finish the script for my first real film class assignment, a full day ahead of the shoot. That's not quite as bad as it sounds, since this assignment is only a two-person-dialogue scene with 2-4 minutes of total screen time. I based mine on Hemingway's Hills Like White Elephants, which is a story I've never been able to love, but do admire a great deal.
Of course, I had to hack out giant gobs of it to get it down to the 2-4 minute range, and I feel I've lost most of the rhythm of the original piece -- that slow unraveling, the trapped repetition. And I've translated it to a Central Park bench, since getting a restaurant to let you do a film shoot turns out to be lot more of a pain than I expected, so the dusty atmosphere is completely gone, exchanged for a bleak early-spring dampness. But it'll do, at least for practice, and maybe I can do a longer version for my second assignment.
I think maybe I'll go light a candle too.