Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Random lines from my moleskine from the week of 4/11/10

- Written underneath a terrible drawing of a house: "You can't just put up a shingle and expect to get first-rate clients. MODIFICATION."

- "Hands covering face - enters room with cake." I don't know what this is from.

-"Sometimes when I read poems by Walt Whitman, I feel harassed because he keeps telling me how I'm gonna do this and how I oughta do that." Sometimes, I write about the things I don't understand or really want to understand.

- What one girl said to this bitchy girl at Wal-Mart: "GURL, It'd be in your best interest if you attended to that disposition of yours."

- I dreamt that I was on the 'Jersey Shore' again. What does this mean?

- Tommy James and the Shondells.

- "The other day, and this relates I promise, I found a $20 bill lying on the sidewalk. No one was around and so I picked it up. When I finally got to sit down and look at it, I kept wondering about the poor bastard that was missing a $20. Was it her last stitch of dough? Was it one of several she had rolled in a wad. But then, I just thought, "You know, what's wrong with a little extra cash?" and so I just went outside and just put it back where I found it." I could use that $20 now.

- "Pain and sorrow will eventually find you so you needn't go searching for despair." Someone was telling me about a song they wrote about a sadness they had never felt but knew they would someday feel. Why would you write about that?

- "Keeping a diary sucks because there are truths I cannot face."

- "I'd like to take this moment to compare myself to the Sioux Nation of Indians..." I wish I could have heard why this guy was comparing himself to the Sioux but I was already running late to class.

- "You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. Sound is a diversion and a past time. Thinking is half murdered when you talk." Notes I took when I read some of Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet."

Monday, April 5, 2010

No touching!

Instead of editing together screen tests for my final (shit!), I edited together some odd bits of footage I had on the end of a tape and created this work of... art?





PS- Pirogi pizza is a gift from the Gods!

PPS- Ugh, finals! I need to create something substantial for my portfolio.