Today I walked in my college graduation. It's strange how soon that came. Two years, two crazy interesting years. I can honestly say I've learned a lot, and a lot of it came from the classroom. Two years ago, I arrived at film school like a little Harry Potter, totally ignorant of the magic that is film. And now I live in LA, and I'm working in the industry.
Today I also saw my very best friends, Christine and Jordan, for the first time in four months. It had actually been five since I saw Christine, and I still cannot believe how much I missed them. I love those two. And I love my family. And my "older brother" Dave, and my dear friend Paul, on whose couch I am writing this. I have some amazing people in my life, and it's good to know that as long as I am with them, I feel home.
It also felt strange to miss LA. I don't want to be there right now, this instant, but I feel it pulling at me. It is home, and my life is there. Plus, I missed an earthquake today, and I'm bummed.
Anyway, it's 3:40, not 1:40, so I should probably sleep.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Before I Try and Turn Out Act 2
Last night, I was discussing the romantic comedy I am writing, a title-less bastard child, with two friends--one via g-chat and one via AIM. They say scripts are our children--our darlings, if you will. And they also say it takes a village to raise a child. I do believe this might be true. I threw half-baked silly ideas at them, and threw our joking and discussion, came up with an enhanced second act. It was great. What started as me wanting to Bay it up turned a simple romantic comedy into an action caper with feminist undertones. Yes! There's way too much going on, and it's still very much a romantic comedy, but I think it's better that I get too much out on this draft, since it's the first, and then cut it from there.
I love that writing is not a solitary experience. To truly turn out a good script, one absolutely needs to be able to throw ideas around, to release them into the world for a time before pinning them to a page.
Now, I must get back to the work. Second act is always a little daunting, but now I know exactly where I'm going and what my plot points are that I need to hit.
And my final note: Three days until I return to Illinois for a visit! I cannot wait to have, on a single roll of film, pictures that include foothills, the ocean, The River, skyscrapers, and the tops of clouds (if I dare to actually look out the window of the plane). And I'll be participating in a college graduation ceremony. That seems so strange. Again, more on that later.
I love that writing is not a solitary experience. To truly turn out a good script, one absolutely needs to be able to throw ideas around, to release them into the world for a time before pinning them to a page.
Now, I must get back to the work. Second act is always a little daunting, but now I know exactly where I'm going and what my plot points are that I need to hit.
And my final note: Three days until I return to Illinois for a visit! I cannot wait to have, on a single roll of film, pictures that include foothills, the ocean, The River, skyscrapers, and the tops of clouds (if I dare to actually look out the window of the plane). And I'll be participating in a college graduation ceremony. That seems so strange. Again, more on that later.
Monday, May 11, 2009
On Santa Monica
Today, miraculously, traffic was at a minimum. Thank goodness since I worked both Beacon and Barney's today. I will be so glad for the day when I can rid my world of some of the alliteration and say Jinks/Cohen and Barney's. It's so much less cutesy.
More on cute later. Right now, I would like to discuss that which has become my new redline--though it's not really close at all--Santa Monica Boulevard.
This is where my adventure down SMB begins every day. I'm rather fond of the Star Trek banner. Though, I suppose it will be going away soon. It's great to feel like I am racing a star ship piloted by James Tiberius Kirk every morning. It's a real tragedy that I beat it in LA traffic, though. The thing about Santa Monica is that east of highland, it's pretty gross. I also take it to get to Sean and Jeremy's when I'm hiding from mice or my roommates or their house guests (not that I have a problem with any of these but the mice... I just like to hide). It starts out disgusting, then rolls west, first through WeHo: 
, the brackish hybrid between disgusting regular Hollywood and Beverly Hills. Beyond Beverly hills, which is too tree-lined and straight to be interesting, I hit Century City, the scariest place on earth. It is impossible to be lower-middle-class in this area. Me and my Vibe (in a moment, please...) try and get through as fast as possible, but folks in Prius and BMWs cannot drive. The Prius drivers I understand. We've all heard the Toyota rants, but the Beemers? Come on... you're in a German-engineered car! Anyway, it's very shiny and sterile and this is the only picture I could take without being blinded. 
Eventually, I arrive in Santa Monica. Santa Monica, off the beach and the promenade, is incredibly tacky. I'll save pictures of it for when I can do it justice. The point is, Santa Monica is as diverse as LA itself, and I've only just started to appreciate this after a month of driving it across my known California universe. It certainly beats being stuck on the 10 or the 405, both of which are incredibly boring in their views and move about as quickly. I'll miss it when I'm back to driving Western and Melrose for class. I think I'll miss a lot of things being back in class.
Here's to freedom. Here's to the arteries of major cities, full of the flavor and life of the people they serve, from the Red line in Chicago to Santa Monica in LA. Hooray!
In other news, romantic comedies are fun as hell to write. It's okay to defy logic because no one actually falls in love like that ever. It's more fantasy than Lord of the Rings, and twice the cheese. LOVE IT.
More on cute later. Right now, I would like to discuss that which has become my new redline--though it's not really close at all--Santa Monica Boulevard.
This is where my adventure down SMB begins every day. I'm rather fond of the Star Trek banner. Though, I suppose it will be going away soon. It's great to feel like I am racing a star ship piloted by James Tiberius Kirk every morning. It's a real tragedy that I beat it in LA traffic, though. The thing about Santa Monica is that east of highland, it's pretty gross. I also take it to get to Sean and Jeremy's when I'm hiding from mice or my roommates or their house guests (not that I have a problem with any of these but the mice... I just like to hide). It starts out disgusting, then rolls west, first through WeHo: 
, the brackish hybrid between disgusting regular Hollywood and Beverly Hills. Beyond Beverly hills, which is too tree-lined and straight to be interesting, I hit Century City, the scariest place on earth. It is impossible to be lower-middle-class in this area. Me and my Vibe (in a moment, please...) try and get through as fast as possible, but folks in Prius and BMWs cannot drive. The Prius drivers I understand. We've all heard the Toyota rants, but the Beemers? Come on... you're in a German-engineered car! Anyway, it's very shiny and sterile and this is the only picture I could take without being blinded. 
Eventually, I arrive in Santa Monica. Santa Monica, off the beach and the promenade, is incredibly tacky. I'll save pictures of it for when I can do it justice. The point is, Santa Monica is as diverse as LA itself, and I've only just started to appreciate this after a month of driving it across my known California universe. It certainly beats being stuck on the 10 or the 405, both of which are incredibly boring in their views and move about as quickly. I'll miss it when I'm back to driving Western and Melrose for class. I think I'll miss a lot of things being back in class.
Here's to freedom. Here's to the arteries of major cities, full of the flavor and life of the people they serve, from the Red line in Chicago to Santa Monica in LA. Hooray!
In other news, romantic comedies are fun as hell to write. It's okay to defy logic because no one actually falls in love like that ever. It's more fantasy than Lord of the Rings, and twice the cheese. LOVE IT.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
On Sunshine
While I am redder then a tomato right now, I must say, I love sunshine. I love the beach. Today, I finally went into the water--the Pacific Ocean--and actually enjoyed it. Even the scary, fall-into-a-hole-while-a-wave-came-at-me parts.
It occurred to me today that returning to classes in three weeks might kill me just a little. I've established a sort of routine with people who are well out of film school, with offices and lunch breaks, with commutes and schedules. Barney's is going well--I love the waitresses with whom I work, and I love the atmosphere of the restaurant, especially at night when people come to sit at the bar and watch the game. And the WGA... I LOVE IT. That library really is the greatest place ever. I work with three incredibly kind people, I get to read scripts, I get to alphabetize and organize, and I get to be in a creative, quiet, peaceful environment.
My pictures from my first disposable camera are on facebook. I feel like that was a practice run for starting something more with it on here (or perhaps a new blog... haven't decided). Here's a few and what they are in my world:
This one is something my friend and I happened upon. Just a pine cone on a rock. But it looked like the pipe is actually some sort of ray gun bent on destroying this pine cone. But why? Perhaps it's more than just a pine cone... Who knows? The second one is my favorite tree. It's on a mountain, on a part of the path that slopes, so it literally makes you feel as though your world has shifted about 90 degrees. It's on a good trail, as well, which makes it even better.
So there those are. Enjoy.
It occurred to me today that returning to classes in three weeks might kill me just a little. I've established a sort of routine with people who are well out of film school, with offices and lunch breaks, with commutes and schedules. Barney's is going well--I love the waitresses with whom I work, and I love the atmosphere of the restaurant, especially at night when people come to sit at the bar and watch the game. And the WGA... I LOVE IT. That library really is the greatest place ever. I work with three incredibly kind people, I get to read scripts, I get to alphabetize and organize, and I get to be in a creative, quiet, peaceful environment.
My pictures from my first disposable camera are on facebook. I feel like that was a practice run for starting something more with it on here (or perhaps a new blog... haven't decided). Here's a few and what they are in my world:
This one is something my friend and I happened upon. Just a pine cone on a rock. But it looked like the pipe is actually some sort of ray gun bent on destroying this pine cone. But why? Perhaps it's more than just a pine cone... Who knows? The second one is my favorite tree. It's on a mountain, on a part of the path that slopes, so it literally makes you feel as though your world has shifted about 90 degrees. It's on a good trail, as well, which makes it even better.
So there those are. Enjoy.
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