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Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
I watched the leather wristband on my right arm emerge from the frothy basin and flash its origin in silent pride: Sundance Film Festival 2011. The bracelet was a gift from my director, when he went to represent his film that I shot for. As in, I shot for a film that was pre-screened at Sundance.
Sundance Film Festival.
And here I was, frothing about in a basin to get the cheese slicer real real clean, eight minutes from closing, and still with the responsibility of closing and cleaning the coffee bar, beer and wine, coffee and tea, and the rest of the cheese counter.
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Some great job I did, on some high pedestal-- cinematographer for two capstone films at University of North Texas. I can change a 16mm film mag on an Arri SR2 in a minute flat. I can get you that t-stop, I can pull emotion from a script and paint it before a lens, and I can light a room like nobody's business. Apparently, I can also clean a cheese slicer.
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
So what is this? Is this fallen from grace? Is it not having reached grace yet? Am I in the process of getting out of practice? Of losing what I had? Maybe its not something you ever achieve or ever don't, but an ongoing climb. I don't want to work anymore. I want to play. I don't even know if I want to film anymore. I just want to play. I want to paint, to build, to cook, to work out, to ride my bike. I want to breathe and be free. I want to travel the world.
I'll always remember you like a child, girl
I feel that I am, at least from the eyes of others, flitting past, skirting real development of any further relationships or friendships. I do that. I'm some flighty creature, maybe. I want to be left alone, for the most part. I am, I guess, naive... in a sad and trusting sort of way-- and yet, somehow, entirely skeptical and defensive in another. I frustrate myself. Perhaps I am child-like-- but not childish.
Another mix, you know-- there is another strange juxtaposition. Though I am often lonely, I also go to great lengths to stay in and be alone. I think it is the urge to want to spend time with only those closest to me-- and when they don't come, I don't want anyone else. Its cruel! Its foolish. Its me.
And this posting thing-- I imagine my words and plot them out and then don't get to it. But when I do, it does feel good. An emotional shower.
You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breakin' my heart in two
Because I never wanna see you a sad girl
Don't be a bad girl
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware
Baby, I love you
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware
I watched the leather wristband on my right arm emerge from the frothy basin and flash its origin in silent pride: Sundance Film Festival 2011. The bracelet was a gift from my director, when he went to represent his film that I shot for. As in, I shot for a film that was pre-screened at Sundance.
Sundance Film Festival.
And here I was, frothing about in a basin to get the cheese slicer real real clean, eight minutes from closing, and still with the responsibility of closing and cleaning the coffee bar, beer and wine, coffee and tea, and the rest of the cheese counter.
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Some great job I did, on some high pedestal-- cinematographer for two capstone films at University of North Texas. I can change a 16mm film mag on an Arri SR2 in a minute flat. I can get you that t-stop, I can pull emotion from a script and paint it before a lens, and I can light a room like nobody's business. Apparently, I can also clean a cheese slicer.
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
So what is this? Is this fallen from grace? Is it not having reached grace yet? Am I in the process of getting out of practice? Of losing what I had? Maybe its not something you ever achieve or ever don't, but an ongoing climb. I don't want to work anymore. I want to play. I don't even know if I want to film anymore. I just want to play. I want to paint, to build, to cook, to work out, to ride my bike. I want to breathe and be free. I want to travel the world.
I'll always remember you like a child, girl
I feel that I am, at least from the eyes of others, flitting past, skirting real development of any further relationships or friendships. I do that. I'm some flighty creature, maybe. I want to be left alone, for the most part. I am, I guess, naive... in a sad and trusting sort of way-- and yet, somehow, entirely skeptical and defensive in another. I frustrate myself. Perhaps I am child-like-- but not childish.
Another mix, you know-- there is another strange juxtaposition. Though I am often lonely, I also go to great lengths to stay in and be alone. I think it is the urge to want to spend time with only those closest to me-- and when they don't come, I don't want anyone else. Its cruel! Its foolish. Its me.
And this posting thing-- I imagine my words and plot them out and then don't get to it. But when I do, it does feel good. An emotional shower.
You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breakin' my heart in two
Because I never wanna see you a sad girl
Don't be a bad girl
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware
Baby, I love you
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware