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May 7, 2006

The Eudaimonistic Perfection Of Pleasure

My brother Daniel graduated with a bachelor's degree in philosophy this weekend; I, meanwhile, being the wayward academic of the family, just wrapped up my first course in that subject. I was supposed to finish my final paper last weekend, while simultaneously logging footage for James' film, GDMF. But last weekened somehow turned into this weekend, and so it was that, at 5am yesterday, I finished that paper and e-mailed it to my professor before settling down for two hours of sleep - just enough to refresh my mind to the point of being able to study for the exam I had at nine, after which James was scheduled to arrive with his big hard drive for that delayed logging session. Everything proceeded according to plan, and shortly after noon we started digitizing the twelve hours of footage, none of which we'd had a chance to look at since we shot it a month ago. It looked (and sounded, for once) beautiful - there were no unpleasant surprises or disappointing insufficiencies (those will all come later, undoubtedly). Around seven o'clock, with five tapes left, we decided to go get some food. We went to an Italian place, where we debated over whether we should get a bottle of wine. James is a notorious lightweight, and we had a lot of work left; but, as he put it, "eating pasta without drinking wine is like standing over a toilet without pissing," and so we cracked a bottle and began the imbibement that would continue once we got back to my place, where a magnum's worth of merlot made expeditious work of those last tapes (watching A-cam footage is great, but then you always have to sit through the B-cam). We finished around two-ish, by which point inebration had set in mightily and our vision had become drenched in red. I closed the evening with celebratory accident - namely, spilling my coffee all over my keyboard and effectively frying it.

We start editing the film on Wednesday, with the new keyboard and mouse I bought this morning; we need to have a rough cut done before we leave town. I also have to have my cut of The Outlaw Son done by then, since much of my time in NY will be spent mixing the sound with Brad. I haven't worked on it in over a week; I forced myself to put all my other projects aside until school gets out, but my last exam is Tuesday morning, after which I'll return with a vengeance to the three very different cuts I currently have hanging in the balance.

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If you were as enamoured with A History Of Violence as I was but haven't picked up the DVD yet, allow me to offer some instigation. Aside from the film itself, which is of course worth revisiting, the intimate making-of documentary on the disc offers a wonderful portrait of Cronenberg at work; watching it made me extremely envious of everyone who gets to take part in and learn from the creative environment he fosters on his sets. I can't wait to listen to the commentary track tonight.

Posted by David Lowery at May 7, 2006 5:42 PM

Comments

Lightweight?! You sonofabitch. Who's the one spilling his coffee on the keyboard.

Posted by: jmj at May 7, 2006 10:38 PM

David,

I love the way you guys work!

JB

Posted by: Jerry at May 8, 2006 5:25 PM

Coffee in Keyboard is sort of like a Snakes on a Plane-situation.

Posted by: Karsten at May 8, 2006 6:40 PM

i'll make you both feel right at home when you're here in may..... ;)

Posted by: brad at May 8, 2006 6:51 PM