Sunday, January 31, 2010
This was a strange occurrence that happens to me sometimes. I will learn about something new and then, usually, I see the same thing come up mere hours later. So last night I was talking to this lady online (don't judge) and she told me she was in a band called Swing Gitane. Now I had no idea what gitane meant so I asked her and she said it was French cigarette. Later, I decided to finish the novel I was reading. It's about a boy going through boarding school in the sixties. It was very good, called "Old School" written by Tobias Wolff. Anyway, he's waiting at a train station and someone offers him a gitane! Without previous knowledge I would have inferred that it was a cigarette. But this was just incredible to the point of suspicion. This might be me projecting because the movie I just watched had to do with a wiretapper. I thought you all might like to hear something like that. Now have a good night, get some exercise and smile, people are watching you. Maybe? probably not, but they could be now couldn't they. Oh, who is they? Former presidents. All of them. Didn't you know that when you serve at least one year you become immortal? Kennedy is sharing his teeth whitening tips with Washington.
To start off, up there is my video on youtube. This way you don't have to sign up through facebook.
I have been a reading a and movie watching maniac this past month. I have seen 18 movies, two of them in the theaters, yet the month isn't over and that number will probably increase. Also I have read four books, that's about one a week. And they have been good. I am going to shoot for around forty books this year. That will coincide with me watching at least two hundred movies. I am on course so far but I just hope I can keep this motivation up for the whole year. Not to mention the tv shows I regularly watch and the movies that will be made, the drawings done and the stories written. So I welcome you to do the same thing. Try to expose yourself to as much art or entertainment, however you see it, as possible. For some year 2010 is magical. And can you believe we are already a twelfth of the way through it? Wow-we-wo-wa!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
I hope you guys checked out the movie we made. I think I would like to do more of this. There might be a video camera in my future, and having my W-2 helps this. I have received a lot of kudos for what we did and I am in the rare position where I know that I could have people see what I have done. Don't worry though, I'm not going to become all moody and anal, looking for inspiration in a piece of trash floating in the wind. It's a good thing I'm not in New York, or spent my college years there because I would probably be that guy; just another failed auteur. I think that I can safely say that I am a creative person, and this just fuels the fire. What that fire will burn, I don't know yet, but hopefully its bright and rare.
Friday, January 29, 2010
So here is the movie we made in less than a week. Like I said there are obvious similarities to the office. I actually had a lot of fun making this with Dave and Molly. Who knows maybe a future in film? I think at this point I'm exhausting all of my creative options and just trying to find a fit. This is just a test to see if writing is what I should be doing. ( I know that it is but there is no harm in trying.) So now I am tired. I have worked a lot in the past few days. I'm not complaining, but it does take its toll. And the fact that I was out until 12:30 with my students, first at a karaoke bar and then standing in line at a club I knew I wasn't going to get in doesn't help. I had a great night. We had over a hundred people watch our little film and I sang with some students and generally made an ass out of myself, which I think is somewhere in my job description. I hope you all enjoy our little project.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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Friday, January 22, 2010
This is My House, This is My Home-We Were Promised Jet Packs
Drumming-Florence and the Machine
Dominoes-The Big Pink
If you get a chance look them up. I highly recommend all of these bands(on the right.)
I Don't know why but I have been listening to a lot of British rock lately. What are your top favorites songs of the moment?
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
It was at a quiet café in the Haight that the two of them met for the first time. Marty sat with his latte and a copy of The Crying of Lot 49. He watched as the college kids, the semi-professionals and the gutter punks came and went. He was to meet her at 7:30 but he decided to show up early.
The rain started, everyone in the restaurant sighed at the same time. Some were wondering how they were going to get their laptops home with out getting them wet. Some were thinking that spending the night in the panhandle might not be the best option. Velma rushed in, and unaware of her surroundings, shook off the rain, coughed and looked around the room. She knew what Marty looked like and found him in the corner.
“Some storm huh?” It was a light drizzle but it seems everyone in the city is surprised when it starts to rain. He got up and shook her hand. He noticed that she was slightly heavier than her profile suggested with only headshots. But he liked her smile and her hair. There was a brief moment of indecisiveness. He had almost finished his drink but they were planning on eating at eight. He was also planning to walk there.
“How about a cab?” He told her to wait inside and he would hail a cab. She liked this but didn’t like when people tried to take care of her, so she waited outside with him. He thought she was impatient. The date was not starting off well.
The restaurant was crowded as usual, and they, again, had to wait in the rain. He asked where she was from as no one is originally from this city. She laughed, uncomfortably, when he said he lived in Alaska until he was sixteen. She could have never imagined living that far from civilization. He liked her smile. She couldn’t help noticing he bit his nails.
For the most part the two of them got along. There was an awkward moment when the first boot of beer came. Marty tried to drink and ended up spilling all over his shirt.
“Shit!” He screamed and this frightened Velma. He wasn’t that angry, he was just self-conscious. He smiled to smooth things over. That calmed her down but did make it into the bank of things she noticed about him that she didn’t like. She managed to forget about it by how casual he seemed. He was starting to feel a little drunk.
The rain stopped and the air was calm all around. Velma told Marty that it was times like this, when the weather was so calm, that earthquakes happen. He had heard this before; in fact it was on of the things he hated about his ex-girlfriend. She talked about how dogs can sense when things like that happen. He hoped that she didn’t have any pets. It seems those girls always have either dependency or abandonment issues. She didn’t mention either way.
They decided to continue their date at a nearby bar in Hayes Valley. It was a rustling Saturday night. There was a couch available. She downed her first drink and talked about her friends using the phrase girlfriends so much that when Marty was going to tell a similar story he used the word boyfriends. She didn’t let it slip by and still thinks about that line to this day. The mood was good and she even touched his arm, leg, shoulder, back and chest. She was drunk.
Marty was drunk too. He tripped while walking by the pool table on his way to the bathroom. She didn’t see. She was texting and trying to type. It turned one o’clock and there was just them dancing while the bartender was arguing with a lady, telling her she was too drunk to drive. He won and the lady left in a storm without her keys. Marty tenderly kissed Velma’s forehead. When the song ended, he took her arm and led her out the back.
She kissed him immediately upon exiting. He kissed her back. She didn’t mind that her Fendi bag just landed in a mud puddle. They kissed, he held her shoulders and she clawed at his jacket. She pinned him up against the wall. He pulled her hair back and latched on to her neck. She guided his hand up to her left breast. He sighed, she moaned. Then the rain ruined everything. With out notice the water poured and for the first few minutes they didn’t care. She thought it was romantic, he thought it was heroic.
“My place is a five minute cab ride away.” She whispered in his ear, he smiled and kissed her harder. Then they paused to catch their breath and she picked up her bag and asked if he could hold it while she went to the bathroom. He rubbed his face and tried to sober up. He lit a cigarette and felt the rain cool his lips. He shouted out an emphasized “HA” and coughed. He couldn’t stop smiling.
She was all smiles when she came back, but she saw him under the street lamp. He wanted to kiss her hard again and keep the momentum. She pushed him back into the view of the streetlight.
“Marty, what happened? You’re bleeding.” It took too long for him to understand immediately so he asked her to repeat herself. “You’re bleeding, wait I can’t really see it. Stand over here.” She took his hand, less alarmed for his personal safety, just trying to grasp the situation. Marty looked down and saw blood on his stomach. Alarmed, he ripped off his shirt, still managing to suck in, and didn’t see any blood other than that which soaked through his shirt.
“I’m fine. “ He looked at the Fendi bag in his arms and saw it was stained red. He looked around the few steps closer to the door they had been. It wasn’t a mud puddle. Then he saw the hand. It was just peaking out of the shadows. “Step back.” He ordered and she did so without thinking. She didn’t try to stop him. She was just as curious.
There was a tarp or a blanket covering the body. He flung it open and shot back. There was a body, and a head, but separate. It was a fully dressed middle-aged man. Marty ran off to throw up as Velma inched closer. She still couldn’t make out the image. The smell hadn’t arrived, so there wasn’t really anything to alarm her.
“Marty, it’s a dead body. It’s a dead body. It’s a fucking dead body.” She just kept repeating variations of the same idea. She didn’t throw up, but started seeing through tears. The rain was the last thing from their minds. She tried to run back in the bar but it was locked, closed for the night.
Marty got up the courage, half sober now, to take another peak. He let Velma sit on the curb as he took out his cell phone to call the police. This time slowly he lifted back the tarp and uncovered the whole body. It struck him as fascinating. The man looked almost three hundred pounds. Marty was careful not to touch anything, but slipped while he was peering over the body. He landed with his face square on the man’s ear.
He jumped up and shrieked.
“What happened, did he move?” Velma came rushing to his aid. She might have had a slight fear of zombies. Marty composed himself after forgetting he was not alone and reassured her it was alright that he just slipped and fell on the body. He forgot about calling the police. They both did. He sat her back down on the curb. They sat in silence trying to soak up what had happened.
Ten minutes ago they were just two people starting a relationship. Now they will be bound forever. If nothing else than a story they will never forget. A tale about the worst first date, or for Marty, the time he saw a dead guy. He rubbed her back and tried to understand if this was truly happening. She was thinking about a way out.
They sat there for a while until a passing crowd awoke them to the reality that was facing them. They will both looked back, and after their initial outbursts, be proud of how calm they had handled the situation. They knew the man was dead. He wasn’t going anywhere, there was nothing the police or ambulances could do, but then another thought entered her mind.
What if the killer was still around? What if they startled him as the tumbled out of the bar? What if he was watching them right now? Without a word, she straightened up, looked around, cleared her throat and took off in a sprint. Marty took his head out of his hands quickly, felt a pain in his frontal lobes and shouted after her.
As he was running thunder cracked the sky. He caught up with her a block away and grabbed her arm. As she saw it was him, she fell into his arms.
“What happened?” She told him her theory and he could see her reason, but his curiosity was stronger. He turned to go back and she held his coat trying to steer him the other direction. Slowly, they walked back to the body.
As they peered down the alley, they could see movement. She turned but then they both heard the cry.
“PHIL!” They stayed within earshot and Marty slowly walked closer to see a man wearing three layers of clothing shaking the body. He reassured Velma that it wasn’t the killer. She still held her keys between her fingers as she was told in an hour long self defense class.
A gnarled finger was pointed at them. “Was it you? Did you kill my Phil?” Marty said no, and decided against using sir, as it may sound patronizing. “Then who did? They tore off his fucking head. I loved him.”
Marty explained and without getting too close, offered his sympathy. The man sobbed and lied on the body, shouting “Animals, animals.” The he picked up the head and looked straight into its eyes and kissed it. Marty had to turn away. Then the man dropped the head and fell to his knees. The head hit the ground with a thud and rolled into the light. It stared straight at Velma and she screamed and ran back around the corner.
“What are you screaming at missy? That is a beautiful man. We were going to go to Paris in the summer, and sit on the Les Champs-Élysées. See the Pyramids and gondolas.“
“Sir, what was his name?”
“Name? I don’t know, we just met.” Marty was confused, but this question seemed to break the man out of whatever state he was is. He mumbled something as he walked away. He scuttled past the two of them and just walked away.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
On another note, I have decided that I will try and watch 200 movies this year. So far I have seen twelve. I am not counting movies I have already seen. I have the internet to look for movies and also netflix. I use the internet and theaters for newer movies, and I use netflix for older movies. I am open to suggestions of movies that you love, movies you think everyone should see and also movies I might have missed. The ones that fly under the radar are usually the best anyway. I appreciate your support on this quest. I wonder if there is a job where you get paid to watch movies?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
OK, So I am not so happy about this one. The last two times I drew I started then moved on to something else. I started with this. I had the idea earlier, well basically just the pose I wanted to see. I didn't even know that I was going to use the head of a bull. He is The Gatekeeper. To dream you have to pass through a gate of some sort, right? In my imagination he is the last defense for the dream clan. I am still not sure where all of this is going. I guess sooner or later I will have to make enemies. I like it when the good guys are scary. This all might be coming from the indie indie film I saw called Ink, which was amazing, netflix it, and yes I did use that as a verb. Although this didn't turn out entirley as I had hoped I like his right arm and hand very much. I spent the most amount of time on this and I think it shows. I hope you all enjoy this private gallery of sorts.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
On the way home we were privy to see some trash talking and threats being traded. I, along with most of the riders on BART, had no idea what they were fighting, or trying to fight, about. The students got a kick out it. They called it "real America." I laughed and nodded. While it was happening I had to make sure some of the girls got out of the way. They were just standing there in awe. Well, so was I.
All in all it was a good night. I look forward to the next time I can travel to the East bay and enjoy a good ass kicking, by the other team obviously.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I took some medicine, something I don't normally do. Usually I just try to drown the cold and then piss it out. This brand of illness was particularly stubborn. A lot of different drinks were consumed, teas and soups as well. Now I am drinking Theraflu. It seems to be working. I am both sleepy and without a cough. So to all of you out there who may be afraid that the cold and flu season is still upon us, worry not. I smoke and don't eat that healthily and I was able to recover within a few days. Just sleep, drink water, add a little parsley to your tomato soup,(I don't know if it has any medicinal powers, it just helps it taste and look better), tell yourself it's OK to not leave the house for three days, and all will be better. You can afford to take the time off work, just don't go to the hospital, unless you have really good health insurance.
You know theraflu doesn't taste that bad. I might just have another dose. (Jokes, I make jokes)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Yesterday, I went to a free symphony symposium with Dave, Angela and her sister. I saw these people doing amazing things, with their amazing gifts, now I know that my gifts lie elsewhere. And I also thought that I shouldn't just follow my gifts. So I thought I should introduce myself to a new hobby. I thought about a musical instrument but wasn't sure which one. So I decided to try my hand at drawing again. To what end, I'm not sure. So hopefully I will be able to share more of my earnest tries and see what you think. This is also a call for you to post comments. To some of you who have more than one interest in my blog, I welcome feedback.
By the way, the drawing does not have a name yet, I am just calling him the dream chief.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday was just as foggy. I walked home around two and went straight to bed. Then I woke up around eight and went two blocks to find some food. All that sounded good to eat was; a bag of potato chips, some hostess cupcakes, some twinkie things with frosting, cookies, a vitamin water, and a pepsi. I watched half of a football game and went back to sleep.
Today I woke up and was still in a fog. I felt like those who have dimentia must feel. I was disoriented, dizzy, nauseated, and felt that there was something I was missing and that everything happening around me was at an accelerated speed. I have gotten over whatever had ailed me. I have found new uses for the computer and that is what I have doing all day. I finished watching the best canceled TV show "The Unusuals" on Hulu. I did make it to the grocery store, the haight for some awesome new pants, and best buy.
When I think back on the year and I try to remember what I was doing then. I smile. I was in a bad situation, now I'm in a much better one. O nine was great to me, and I will show 2010 love in reciprocation. (Yes you can love a year)