September 05, 2005
Last night, I was supposed to go to a party and meet with someone who might be the lead actress in The Outlaw Son; but I couldn't even answer my phone all day, much less leave the house. It was one of those weekends. The kind where you resist writing some long journal entry that you know you'll regret later (I had it planned out in my head - it was going to consist entirely of screen grabs from The Royal Tennenbaums and Punch Drunk Love) because it's so overwrought and, on a relative scale, silly and sort of selfish.
I'm going to be without editing software for the next five to six days. I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like making some belabored emasculative metaphor.
There I am, back when I had editing software, hard at work behind a shelf I built. It's an image from the short documentary-ish film I'm just about done with (in which the shelf has a supporting role) but which for the moment is hanging in limbo. By the time I can open up the Final Cut Pro file again, it'll be just about time to shoot another short film (this one a traditional narrative with real actors instead of furniture), the post production of which will probably take immediate priority. I have titles for these films (I think), but you know me - I like to keep things vague and amorphous until the very last minute.
That image has become suddenly dated, incidentally, as I shaved my head yesterday.
Posted by David Lowery at September 5, 2005 09:20 PM
Comments
Dude, you can still use the final cut at my house, albeit it is old and rusty but desperate times...
Posted by: jmj at September 5, 2005 11:19 PM
Things must be brewing. I tend to always cut my hair to mark some big decision or big thing happening in my life.
Posted by: Joe Swanberg at September 6, 2005 01:14 AM
I'd agree with the "things must be brewing" comment. But if I read between the lines correctly, it sounds like that "brewing" may be more of a concentrated compressing, like the steam that pushes itself into espresso grounds to make a thick syrup-like coffee.
Maybe I took the analogy too far, but times of tension I have found are often followed by a more focused understanding of my own life.
Does this have anything to do with returning to school?
Posted by: Paul at September 6, 2005 11:09 AM
Actually, school (and going running every night) are the two poles of stability that I really look forward to these days; they're physical and intellectual reprieves that I can depend on, if you will. My literature class, in which we're analyzing the Divine Comedy line by line, is just amazing.
Things are brewing, cinematically, but because I don't have as much control over them as I'd like, I feel like there's a buildup of pressure, as Paul suggests...and to extend the analogy, the result will either be a really damn fine cup of coffee or a broken espresso machine.
Cutting my hair did feel rather cathartic, though!
JMJ, I could actually switch over to OS 9 and use FCP 2 on my computer, too. But my files, with all the filters and stuff I have on them, aren't really backwards compatible, and - hey, you just walked in the front door!
Posted by: Ghostboy at September 6, 2005 01:05 PM
Hello,
I'm giving warning that this message may seem strange...I too am taking the Dante class. I've been thinking for about a week that your name seemed familiar but didn't know why, so I typed it into the web and your page popped up. What is even stranger is that I have visited this page before, I think because I sat next to you in a different class about two years ago and somehow you gave me the web address...kind of strange but also interesting. You always have such thoughtful comments in class...well, goodnight!
Posted by: Tawanda at September 8, 2005 01:19 AM
Wow! I remember you now. I think I've still got a a few e-mails we exchanged back then, from right before I went to Rome. What an insane coincidence! Well, I'll see you on Monday then....
Posted by: Ghostboy at September 8, 2005 10:50 AM