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how I know we're B.F.F.F.R.s: independently of each other, Rome and I got ideas for a movie we want to make, actually two movies, but they are actually prequels to each other. His is top secret, mine's a romantic comedy, and I'm not sure whose comes first, probably his because he's 25 and I'm 35, although fuck that. I'm a flippy, flippies are th same age, all of them, and it ain't nothing more than a number. My movie is top secret, too, but it's th kind of secret I keep telling people about to find out if it's a good secret: "Yes, it's sort of a remake of When Harry Met Sally. No, I haven't cast it yet, I have no idea. Yes, I know I told you I hated that movie, why do you think I want to remake it?!"
Rome's mum read his two-paragraph treatment for his movie and loved it. He said, "I'm going to show it to Mario, he might be interested in working on this."
She said, "Flesh it out a little more, then show it to him." He couldn't wait. On th one-year anniversary of spending Independence Day in NOLA, he and I were on th road again, this time w/ Sam and TJ driving all night to Nashville. He let th cinematic cat out of th cinematic bag. That's what tends to happen when you're thinking about an idea w/ yr whole heart. It cannot be contained. Now I'm thinking hard about his movie, too, which is a sword and sorcery epic. It's sort of a remake of Legend of Zelda 2: Rice Canyon Blues. I'm not allowed to say anything about it, especially not anything about Owen Wilson's potential involvement. Be quiet.
There's something satisfying about driving when all yr passengers are asleep; it reminds me of being my father. Even when I am yawning six times a minute and it is 4:00 a.m., I don't mind being in my father's seat, presiding over th quiet of my family and their cinematic dreaming.
Happy Independence Day, Nashville.
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"Will ah ever get tired of making Jesus cartoons?" ah wondered.
"Not today, little man, not today," Kevin Shields answered.
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And den I had six chances to get a photograph right--of two Nashville kids watching fireworks--and messed up all of them. How hard can it be to take one decent camphonetograph out of six attempts? Back in th early days of camphonetography I barely had to look @ th display while shooting. Just pointed and clicked, and everything came out fine. Now I'm framing it w/ my whole heart until th cows come home, and th shots keep coming out cow crap. Now I self-criticize w/ my whole heart--ha ha! Which choice uses more heart: deleting all six of them or posting all six of them? Oftentimes, Whole Heart Project and Anti-Neuroticism Project are wholly @ odds.
It's true that 5 or 6 words chosen w/ care can = 1000 photographs, and that 1 photograph can = 1000 words, and in turn each of those 1000 words can = another 166.67 to 200 photographs which = 166,670 to 200,000 words. There's yr fat ass instant novel. However if th Poetic Project's aim by consensus is to reduce word amount relative to meaning, den shouldn't Photographic Project's aim be to take a picture of a cloud or two a day and just sort of imagine th rest, off th top and bottom, to th left and right of frame?
Rome's mum read his two-paragraph treatment for his movie and loved it. He said, "I'm going to show it to Mario, he might be interested in working on this."
She said, "Flesh it out a little more, then show it to him." He couldn't wait. On th one-year anniversary of spending Independence Day in NOLA, he and I were on th road again, this time w/ Sam and TJ driving all night to Nashville. He let th cinematic cat out of th cinematic bag. That's what tends to happen when you're thinking about an idea w/ yr whole heart. It cannot be contained. Now I'm thinking hard about his movie, too, which is a sword and sorcery epic. It's sort of a remake of Legend of Zelda 2: Rice Canyon Blues. I'm not allowed to say anything about it, especially not anything about Owen Wilson's potential involvement. Be quiet.
There's something satisfying about driving when all yr passengers are asleep; it reminds me of being my father. Even when I am yawning six times a minute and it is 4:00 a.m., I don't mind being in my father's seat, presiding over th quiet of my family and their cinematic dreaming.
Happy Independence Day, Nashville.
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"Will ah ever get tired of making Jesus cartoons?" ah wondered.
"Not today, little man, not today," Kevin Shields answered.
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And den I had six chances to get a photograph right--of two Nashville kids watching fireworks--and messed up all of them. How hard can it be to take one decent camphonetograph out of six attempts? Back in th early days of camphonetography I barely had to look @ th display while shooting. Just pointed and clicked, and everything came out fine. Now I'm framing it w/ my whole heart until th cows come home, and th shots keep coming out cow crap. Now I self-criticize w/ my whole heart--ha ha! Which choice uses more heart: deleting all six of them or posting all six of them? Oftentimes, Whole Heart Project and Anti-Neuroticism Project are wholly @ odds.
It's true that 5 or 6 words chosen w/ care can = 1000 photographs, and that 1 photograph can = 1000 words, and in turn each of those 1000 words can = another 166.67 to 200 photographs which = 166,670 to 200,000 words. There's yr fat ass instant novel. However if th Poetic Project's aim by consensus is to reduce word amount relative to meaning, den shouldn't Photographic Project's aim be to take a picture of a cloud or two a day and just sort of imagine th rest, off th top and bottom, to th left and right of frame?