hmm...what to say...
well, i never update this puppy anymore...i have to say i'm estranged from my LJ.
what to say?
well, my week's been pretty busy...as are all my weeks.
This week
no better news than having core back at Felix. I've been having a great and chipper, albeit uber-busy, week. I caught up in all regards. On monday i turned in a third-time-revised, best time, version of my script outline peppered with scenes and treatments to Chip Lord for my screenwriting senior project.
Although I won't delve into the details think that dark 80s Winona Ryder high school comedy, plus everybody's favorite Daniel Clowes comic-to-film adaptation starring Thora Birch. If you don't know or can't guess the titles, you're dead to me. Just kidding. lol.
Anyway..yea, I really love my characters, and the script. So yay. Only thing I love more about the class is hanging out with my classmate Curtis Jaeger who is too nice and funny to be the simultaneously frustrated and angry straight guy he is. Sexy though. It's good to have sexy angry friends to talk to. Especially about scripts, over drinks. And get comments about your shoes. =D
In other news, I directed today for my directing class. It was a short about a woman who finally recieves a belated letter from her deceased soldier brother years after his death. She follows the map included within and finds a key. Returning home she finally opens the suitcase of his belongings she'd never dared open. This results in a very emotional reconnection to her feelings regarding the brother. I really just storyboarded it on the bus to class, and wrote it all up according to the props and locations we had avaliable...but I think it came together very nicely.
I lately have been considering what it is I draw from, or why it is I write/film what I do. Last week I directed a random scene that could've been about anything. But I made it about this boy who is escaping from a psychic with telekinetic powers after coming into the posession of a ring locked away in a locker. Random right? lol. My script...involves completing a revenge list for practically a stranger. And then there's the movie-shoot I'm woroking on: a gay western.
On location shooting is all this weekend. Is there a word that combines excitement and nerves? Like Yay + yikes = yakes!?
Depending on the director's decision i'll eitehr play a villain or a crazy drunk guy. I'm pretty sure she's giving me the drunk guy. Whatever...I'm having fun working on the film eitehr way...and I really just can't wait to be done so i can shave again!!!
I guess that's all. I've been wandering campus for hours since I was supposed to meet arielle for buying QFS tickets...and she never came to porter...so hopefully she hasn't been kidnapped and brainwashed and forced to become a hermit-terrorist atop the llama infested Andes or something...she probably just forgot.
To leave you with some food for thought, i recently wrote a paper on identity parameters....do you define yourself between different identity spaces? like...are you japanese and american, or american and gay...cause some people like to say japanese-american, some don't use a hyphen, and most don't say gay-american. I just wonder what identity spaces everyone thinks they inhabit...I for one think I'm pretty much absent from my Nicaraguan side of the tug-of-war, and so I'd say Latino..but I wouldn't say Latin American necessarily....maybe I would, but I wouldn't use a fucking hyphen. Why close up the connecting gap? I say I like our practices (behavior) and labels, self-chosen vs. outsider-applied labels that is, to name who I am. Because identity is everchanging...and I don't think you can really pinpoint who anyone is anymore..unless it's just trying to frame who they were at a given point in time.
I dunno. I think that's the end now. bye.
what to say?
well, my week's been pretty busy...as are all my weeks.
This week
no better news than having core back at Felix. I've been having a great and chipper, albeit uber-busy, week. I caught up in all regards. On monday i turned in a third-time-revised, best time, version of my script outline peppered with scenes and treatments to Chip Lord for my screenwriting senior project.
Although I won't delve into the details think that dark 80s Winona Ryder high school comedy, plus everybody's favorite Daniel Clowes comic-to-film adaptation starring Thora Birch. If you don't know or can't guess the titles, you're dead to me. Just kidding. lol.
Anyway..yea, I really love my characters, and the script. So yay. Only thing I love more about the class is hanging out with my classmate Curtis Jaeger who is too nice and funny to be the simultaneously frustrated and angry straight guy he is. Sexy though. It's good to have sexy angry friends to talk to. Especially about scripts, over drinks. And get comments about your shoes. =D
In other news, I directed today for my directing class. It was a short about a woman who finally recieves a belated letter from her deceased soldier brother years after his death. She follows the map included within and finds a key. Returning home she finally opens the suitcase of his belongings she'd never dared open. This results in a very emotional reconnection to her feelings regarding the brother. I really just storyboarded it on the bus to class, and wrote it all up according to the props and locations we had avaliable...but I think it came together very nicely.
I lately have been considering what it is I draw from, or why it is I write/film what I do. Last week I directed a random scene that could've been about anything. But I made it about this boy who is escaping from a psychic with telekinetic powers after coming into the posession of a ring locked away in a locker. Random right? lol. My script...involves completing a revenge list for practically a stranger. And then there's the movie-shoot I'm woroking on: a gay western.
On location shooting is all this weekend. Is there a word that combines excitement and nerves? Like Yay + yikes = yakes!?
Depending on the director's decision i'll eitehr play a villain or a crazy drunk guy. I'm pretty sure she's giving me the drunk guy. Whatever...I'm having fun working on the film eitehr way...and I really just can't wait to be done so i can shave again!!!
I guess that's all. I've been wandering campus for hours since I was supposed to meet arielle for buying QFS tickets...and she never came to porter...so hopefully she hasn't been kidnapped and brainwashed and forced to become a hermit-terrorist atop the llama infested Andes or something...she probably just forgot.
To leave you with some food for thought, i recently wrote a paper on identity parameters....do you define yourself between different identity spaces? like...are you japanese and american, or american and gay...cause some people like to say japanese-american, some don't use a hyphen, and most don't say gay-american. I just wonder what identity spaces everyone thinks they inhabit...I for one think I'm pretty much absent from my Nicaraguan side of the tug-of-war, and so I'd say Latino..but I wouldn't say Latin American necessarily....maybe I would, but I wouldn't use a fucking hyphen. Why close up the connecting gap? I say I like our practices (behavior) and labels, self-chosen vs. outsider-applied labels that is, to name who I am. Because identity is everchanging...and I don't think you can really pinpoint who anyone is anymore..unless it's just trying to frame who they were at a given point in time.
I dunno. I think that's the end now. bye.