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a weekend at home.
thanksgiving was good. came back to the apartment and cleaned up, prepped for a certain someone's birthday, and worked on the script some. cleaned and prepped and sat and watched and other things. i sang some ray charles, an important point given that i had shelved him for a few months now and i was due for a little sonic purification.
i rushed some things, spent about four hours trekking between ikeas, and managed to see more family again on saturday. it seems that the vast majority haven't seen me in some time; mind you, 'in some time' may mean something like a month, maybe up to a year or so. but the consensus was clear and all the fault thrown at me. practically stained my sweater.
and fair commentary on the look. growing out the hair and shaggin' out the beard for the film. such classicaly cliche anti-cop tools...but like any fool, i'm liking it. the thing with longer hair, though, is that there's a month or so where it's just in the middle, a nexus where the hair isn't long enough and isn't short enough. just sitting there, waiting for me to grow more or cut it down.
as for the film, we're getting down to the equipment. all the lights and DP equipment is picked out by the director/DP himself, so i'm ordering that soon. as for the audio i have to talk to some audio guys though i don't know when that will happen. but the lights have been chosen and we're all set to order. mostly.
the slowly changing look. i wanted to for a myriad reasons, some for film and some for myself. this weekend my parents saw what the last couple weeks have done to my style-wise.
"you look like a...a...poh-it"
a what, i asked my dad.
"a poh-it"
oh, i said. a poet. a poet.
"yeah. you look like a guy with a broken heart, walking around and not cutting his beard or his hair and being depressed. you look like a poet."
there are times of insight when you simply have a hard time understanding how someone could peg you so well. there are times when someone with all the history and resources to actually understand you actually understands you, though without realizing the import of such.
there are times when you have just been coasting along and taking yourself for granted. all while everything is changing. all while your definition of self is so fargone as to be obsolete.
well after that we went to the family gathering, listening to the adults play their hindi music games, laughing with my brothers and somehow feeling comfortable without thinking.
i'm a fool, it seems. how awesome is that?
thanksgiving was good. came back to the apartment and cleaned up, prepped for a certain someone's birthday, and worked on the script some. cleaned and prepped and sat and watched and other things. i sang some ray charles, an important point given that i had shelved him for a few months now and i was due for a little sonic purification.
i rushed some things, spent about four hours trekking between ikeas, and managed to see more family again on saturday. it seems that the vast majority haven't seen me in some time; mind you, 'in some time' may mean something like a month, maybe up to a year or so. but the consensus was clear and all the fault thrown at me. practically stained my sweater.
and fair commentary on the look. growing out the hair and shaggin' out the beard for the film. such classicaly cliche anti-cop tools...but like any fool, i'm liking it. the thing with longer hair, though, is that there's a month or so where it's just in the middle, a nexus where the hair isn't long enough and isn't short enough. just sitting there, waiting for me to grow more or cut it down.
as for the film, we're getting down to the equipment. all the lights and DP equipment is picked out by the director/DP himself, so i'm ordering that soon. as for the audio i have to talk to some audio guys though i don't know when that will happen. but the lights have been chosen and we're all set to order. mostly.
the slowly changing look. i wanted to for a myriad reasons, some for film and some for myself. this weekend my parents saw what the last couple weeks have done to my style-wise.
"you look like a...a...poh-it"
a what, i asked my dad.
"a poh-it"
oh, i said. a poet. a poet.
"yeah. you look like a guy with a broken heart, walking around and not cutting his beard or his hair and being depressed. you look like a poet."
there are times of insight when you simply have a hard time understanding how someone could peg you so well. there are times when someone with all the history and resources to actually understand you actually understands you, though without realizing the import of such.
there are times when you have just been coasting along and taking yourself for granted. all while everything is changing. all while your definition of self is so fargone as to be obsolete.
well after that we went to the family gathering, listening to the adults play their hindi music games, laughing with my brothers and somehow feeling comfortable without thinking.
i'm a fool, it seems. how awesome is that?
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