Tit for Tat (Ain't No Taking Back)
It’s just after midnight and it’s snowing outside. Is it just me or does the majority of light snowfalls happen at night? The clouds come in, sprinkles the snow on the ground, and then when you wake up, it’s sunny and there’s a fresh layer of snow for you to get your Converse wet in. It also seems to me that the majority of major snowfalls happen during the day. Someone should tell the snow makers up in the sky to reverse this trend. A light snowfall is what anyone that has ever appreciated anything beautiful needs. “Just a little bit of white.” Unfortunately, in our politically correct world of today, that statement could mean a lot of things that has nothing to do with the weather. The KKK probably started out with that statement as their motto but then things got nasty and “a little bit of” turned into “nothing but.” Well, let me be the Rosa Parks of our time and push for “just a little bit of white” as the primary saying for all winter-ites out there.
Downtown Ottawa is one of the greatest places to be after dark in the winter. There are lights on every corner and all the monuments and oddly shaped buildings are covered by a layer of snow. Everything’s sort of frozen outside minus the people, transportation devices, and really anything else that moves. Therefore I guess things are not too frozen. They’re thawed enough to shuffle from place to place; from warm beverage to warm beverage.
I see everything in movie shots, it’s in my director nature, and I guess that’s why everyone says I have a good eye for film. Sometimes, I don’t even care if the movie makes sense or has a good plot; if the shots are good, I like it. Why, just tonight, three buses pulled up one behind each other on the Mackenzie King Bridge. Then, people from all three buses got off just as the people waiting for the buses made a beeline to their respective buses. All of this happened as a light snow came down with the lights of the city emanating from the background. My life is a constant film on handheld widescreen HD cameras. Much less work goes into shooting with handhelds than it is to shoot with fixed cameras. I mean with stationary cameras you have to set up the shot, and make sure everything’s all properly spaced, etc, etc… Then if you’re doing a movie with continuity, you have to make sure the shots are the same so it doesn’t look stupid once everything’s cut together. Handheld is more free spirited and you get to capture everything you want when you want. I’m like a bird, I only wanna fly away.
The music I listen to not only is determined by my mood, but also by the pictures I see. My favourite scenes from movies are always the ones where this science is nailed. Quentin does a great job at this. I read somewhere that he gets really excited when he finds a certain song to go with a scene and it fits perfectly. I think that’s how I justify to myself having 11 000 songs and counting on my iTunes. My happiest times during the day come when my music, my mood, and the things I’m looking at all combine to form the “Holy Trinity” of… something. I can’t think of the thing it forms. “Good feeling” would probably be the closest thing this threesome creates. Then again, threesomes usually create “good feelings.” I wouldn’t know. Really. But feel free to spread that rumour around. “Enoch had a threesome with the Gilmour Girls” is the preferred threesome rumour.
I love winter; it’s much cooler than all the other seasons. I can stand the cold, despite all my complaints. “It’s cold outside” is a good conversation starter and it sure beats the spring conversation starter (“I’m all wet”), the summer conversation starter (“I’m all hot and wet”), and the fall conversation starter (“I prefer white over coloured any day”). Any other season it’s a lose, lose situation. The picturesque scenery adds to my love of this season. It’s soft and pretty, just like she is.
I guess there’s also downsides to winter, for me anyways. The cold makes you not wanna do anything or go anywhere and just cuddle with someone, or for those special people out there, something. My holiday playlist has 247 songs, but the only one that gets me every time I listen to it is John Mayer’s “St. Patrick’s Day”. Go back into my blog archives, I think I’ve mentioned this song every Christmas time since I’ve been keeping a blog. I really need to start branching out and finding better holiday songs to mope to. The closest that really cuts straight to the heart is James Brown’s “Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto” from his album James Brown’s Funky Christmas (you can’t make this stuff up).
No way November will see our goodbyes, when it comes to December it’s obvious why…
Downtown Ottawa is one of the greatest places to be after dark in the winter. There are lights on every corner and all the monuments and oddly shaped buildings are covered by a layer of snow. Everything’s sort of frozen outside minus the people, transportation devices, and really anything else that moves. Therefore I guess things are not too frozen. They’re thawed enough to shuffle from place to place; from warm beverage to warm beverage.
I see everything in movie shots, it’s in my director nature, and I guess that’s why everyone says I have a good eye for film. Sometimes, I don’t even care if the movie makes sense or has a good plot; if the shots are good, I like it. Why, just tonight, three buses pulled up one behind each other on the Mackenzie King Bridge. Then, people from all three buses got off just as the people waiting for the buses made a beeline to their respective buses. All of this happened as a light snow came down with the lights of the city emanating from the background. My life is a constant film on handheld widescreen HD cameras. Much less work goes into shooting with handhelds than it is to shoot with fixed cameras. I mean with stationary cameras you have to set up the shot, and make sure everything’s all properly spaced, etc, etc… Then if you’re doing a movie with continuity, you have to make sure the shots are the same so it doesn’t look stupid once everything’s cut together. Handheld is more free spirited and you get to capture everything you want when you want. I’m like a bird, I only wanna fly away.
The music I listen to not only is determined by my mood, but also by the pictures I see. My favourite scenes from movies are always the ones where this science is nailed. Quentin does a great job at this. I read somewhere that he gets really excited when he finds a certain song to go with a scene and it fits perfectly. I think that’s how I justify to myself having 11 000 songs and counting on my iTunes. My happiest times during the day come when my music, my mood, and the things I’m looking at all combine to form the “Holy Trinity” of… something. I can’t think of the thing it forms. “Good feeling” would probably be the closest thing this threesome creates. Then again, threesomes usually create “good feelings.” I wouldn’t know. Really. But feel free to spread that rumour around. “Enoch had a threesome with the Gilmour Girls” is the preferred threesome rumour.
I love winter; it’s much cooler than all the other seasons. I can stand the cold, despite all my complaints. “It’s cold outside” is a good conversation starter and it sure beats the spring conversation starter (“I’m all wet”), the summer conversation starter (“I’m all hot and wet”), and the fall conversation starter (“I prefer white over coloured any day”). Any other season it’s a lose, lose situation. The picturesque scenery adds to my love of this season. It’s soft and pretty, just like she is.
I guess there’s also downsides to winter, for me anyways. The cold makes you not wanna do anything or go anywhere and just cuddle with someone, or for those special people out there, something. My holiday playlist has 247 songs, but the only one that gets me every time I listen to it is John Mayer’s “St. Patrick’s Day”. Go back into my blog archives, I think I’ve mentioned this song every Christmas time since I’ve been keeping a blog. I really need to start branching out and finding better holiday songs to mope to. The closest that really cuts straight to the heart is James Brown’s “Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto” from his album James Brown’s Funky Christmas (you can’t make this stuff up).
No way November will see our goodbyes, when it comes to December it’s obvious why…