I'm sure we all understand that we are not perfect beings. Not a single one of us can be the first to cast a stone. While this is blatantly obvious, perplexing is the thought that at any given time one person can be the change. Make the difference to see all that has been hidden from you previously. Its nothing more than the blind leading the blind. We all have suffrage and dilemmas which make it impossible to see what the horizon bestows upon others. Those others still will yearn for what they themselves have missed that you so desperately cling, as if it were to disappear at any moment. We are not adults out of spontaneity, we are planned, molded, developed, f@#^ed. No one is designed so perfect as to see all that others have to offer. Maybe being satisfied with the knowledge acquired is just an excuse to not covet what I don't understand. Remember this though, this in it of itself, laissez-faire, is not something people are just born with. It is a calculated mechanism in which those overloaded with experiences are reduced to interpreting none as opposed to selecting pertinence or worse yet, interpreting all stimuli. Over time, the failed plans, failed developments will begin to show through. Most of us have been quite successful in hiding flaws as we are instructed to do so early in the molding. Every now and then we will unfurl these truths for others to bare witness. To see what is so closely guarded. Those that witness may make an attempt to mend this tapestry, change or add what they see before them, make a complete piece of a broken fabric. What is failed to see is the exquisite differences between theirs and yours. Both are misshapen, riddled with holes, poorly colored in areas and beautifully polished in others. The idea here is to not fix what has been presented, rather to be in awe of how different a life can be planned, molded, developed, and f@$ed within the same species. Though one day the two fabrics may become one, in the beginning; they hadn't the slightest bit of similarity.
This piece was written 21 Dec 2011.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Yet to be titled Video
I am currently in the works of putting together an music video for an undisclosed band at the time. They are undisclosed as I haven't mentioned that I would be blogging my ideas and what not. Anyway, I am approaching this piece as a 3 minute or so silent movie, that just so happens to have a song slapped over the top of it. I have consulted a couple of people and am definitely needing to consult a couple more but I am beginning to think that what I have is starting, slowly albeit, to head in the a good direction. The idea that is currently running through my head is as follows. (And remember, it is coming right off of my head so if it doesn't make sense, well, then you see how my brain works.):
I am thinking that World War III has just ended about 4 years prior. This was a war of nuclear arrogance and as can be imagined, the world is in ruins. A population of 7 billion humans has been decimated to roughly 50 million. These people are now indigenous to the areas in which they survived. Formerly, The Midwest United States, The Russian Tundra, Antarctica, Greenland, and Northern Canada are all that remains. These 50 million are those that are deemed healthy. All others living are referred to a roaches. Roaches (so named after experiments during the 20 century demonstrated their resistance to radiation) are humans in spirit, and not much else. Most no longer have faces as they are generally severely burned. Most have never stood a chance but some, some have began their treks to the safe zones on the planet as there is no flora, or fauna to be eaten in their native waste zones. In the former state of Missouri a pharmacist at an unknown place begins feeding a female roach that has made it to the barrier. She carries with her a backpack, full of masks. These mask have come to represent her mood as her face is covered in cloth, too burned to recognize the humanity she once had. Most roaches approach the bluff and attempt to climb to the safe zone, but with little success. The Pharmacist begins feeding her for two reasons: 1. she still wears a cross around her neck and 2. She never attempted to climb but rather just knelt, not to pray, but just to wait, hoping. A bond quickly develops between these two. Our pharmacist continues to feed her and and occasionally creates new masks for her, as hers are so badly worn. We also see he is beginning to not see, but create the love of his life in the masks that he is creating for her. The bond deepens and soon he begins to devise a plan to bring her in to the city, bring her into the safe zone. The food he has been feeding her has heavy doses of (insert drug name referencing Iodine here) so he believes that the city shall be safe. Further he can finally prove that his treatment works in an effort to help others across the world. He sends notes indicating his ideas and gets her to agree to spend her days here, above the bluff, with him. The night of the attempt the Pharmacist is standing by waiting for her to appear through the tunnel in which she was instructed to enter. We discover that the masks he has been creating are replicas of his deceased wife, who did not make it through the war.
Now I have this ending one of two ways. 1. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, she emerges from the tunnel and he lives to quickly die of radiation next a second chance wife. He dies happy and she becomes patient zero in the treatment of nuclear radiation exposure. She is grateful to save humanity, sad her pharmacist is no longer with her. Upset that the treatment that she help guinea pig is not being used for the other roaches, who begin coming to the bluff in droves, kneeling, waiting, hoping.
2. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, many roaches emerge from the tunnel as she has disclosed the plan to many in an effort to save her friends, her "species". The local authorities are quick to react to the breach and in doing so kill the Pharmacist while he is watching her run by, with a weeping mask on. She is sad for him, ashamed of having mislead the pharmacist. She removes the cross from her neck and throws it behind her. It lands in front of our pharmacist, a blank and dead stare.
I am thinking that World War III has just ended about 4 years prior. This was a war of nuclear arrogance and as can be imagined, the world is in ruins. A population of 7 billion humans has been decimated to roughly 50 million. These people are now indigenous to the areas in which they survived. Formerly, The Midwest United States, The Russian Tundra, Antarctica, Greenland, and Northern Canada are all that remains. These 50 million are those that are deemed healthy. All others living are referred to a roaches. Roaches (so named after experiments during the 20 century demonstrated their resistance to radiation) are humans in spirit, and not much else. Most no longer have faces as they are generally severely burned. Most have never stood a chance but some, some have began their treks to the safe zones on the planet as there is no flora, or fauna to be eaten in their native waste zones. In the former state of Missouri a pharmacist at an unknown place begins feeding a female roach that has made it to the barrier. She carries with her a backpack, full of masks. These mask have come to represent her mood as her face is covered in cloth, too burned to recognize the humanity she once had. Most roaches approach the bluff and attempt to climb to the safe zone, but with little success. The Pharmacist begins feeding her for two reasons: 1. she still wears a cross around her neck and 2. She never attempted to climb but rather just knelt, not to pray, but just to wait, hoping. A bond quickly develops between these two. Our pharmacist continues to feed her and and occasionally creates new masks for her, as hers are so badly worn. We also see he is beginning to not see, but create the love of his life in the masks that he is creating for her. The bond deepens and soon he begins to devise a plan to bring her in to the city, bring her into the safe zone. The food he has been feeding her has heavy doses of (insert drug name referencing Iodine here) so he believes that the city shall be safe. Further he can finally prove that his treatment works in an effort to help others across the world. He sends notes indicating his ideas and gets her to agree to spend her days here, above the bluff, with him. The night of the attempt the Pharmacist is standing by waiting for her to appear through the tunnel in which she was instructed to enter. We discover that the masks he has been creating are replicas of his deceased wife, who did not make it through the war.
Now I have this ending one of two ways. 1. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, she emerges from the tunnel and he lives to quickly die of radiation next a second chance wife. He dies happy and she becomes patient zero in the treatment of nuclear radiation exposure. She is grateful to save humanity, sad her pharmacist is no longer with her. Upset that the treatment that she help guinea pig is not being used for the other roaches, who begin coming to the bluff in droves, kneeling, waiting, hoping.
2. He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, many roaches emerge from the tunnel as she has disclosed the plan to many in an effort to save her friends, her "species". The local authorities are quick to react to the breach and in doing so kill the Pharmacist while he is watching her run by, with a weeping mask on. She is sad for him, ashamed of having mislead the pharmacist. She removes the cross from her neck and throws it behind her. It lands in front of our pharmacist, a blank and dead stare.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Corporate Frenemies
Hello, this is what competition is all about. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I think what I like about this commercial is that is pokes fun at the culture that has become synonymous with Apple buyers. At the end of the day folks it is still a corporate company, just like Samsung, Wal*Mart, Goldman Sachs or any other company that Occupy Wall Street is currently protesting. Occupiers protesting Apple? I just blew your mind didn't I?
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Render Queue
I have a couple of clips that I am rendering out so I thought I would take the time and write a little on here. So lately, I am trying to remember what it was like before Facebook existed. Before I was connect to 500 plus people every waking moment of the day. It makes sense that we as humans yearn for such a connection and yet its also a curse. I have so many of these friends and hardly ever talk to any of them. And when a conversation does spring up it tends to be empty and half-hearted. Lately it seems as though that is really the only kind of conversation that I have with anybody. The GF works and goes to school enough that we don't get to spend as much time as we'd like to. It's funny that when we do have a real conversation it throws me off a little bit. It just doesn't happen often enough. But, we will have this holiday week. Finally. Yay!
There was a time in my life when I was spontaneous. When I had a list of 20 people that I could call and something interesting would materialize. These times, that list of 20, the something interstings; they have all eroded from my life. What replaces them is a constant push in business interests in an effort to make more money. The goal is to make my 30's more enjoyable, more travel and what not. I am maybe growing impatient waiting to work through the next 3 years. It is partly my fault for this dilemma because there was a weening effort on my part as well. Those moments of spontaneity became less and less interesting and more revolved around drinking at some location. Soon the location even became mundane. A look at those 20 folks today will not reveal anything different from those same folks ten years ago. So what am I supposed to do for fun now? Searching for it is getting a little tiresome.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Holiday Rush
Excuse me, I am trying to get out of here. Well, it is the holiday rush, so who are you to sit here in line as if you had nothing else going on. My clients are needing all there work yesterday. The very fabric of their family structure hangs in the balance. My edits could make their season or crush all hope of their survival. Just as well, I have a house to clean and grill to prep. We decided this year Thanksgiving will be done here at home on the BBQ. Yeah it is a little non traditional but non the less I still need supplies, and fast. Have you no plans other than to stand in this line and listen to me rant about the season. And don't even get me started on the gifts. So many gifts. I think people refuse to by anything for themselves the last quarter of the year in hopes that others will do it for them. Don't see much good in that do you? See, I figure folks just end up getting disappointed really. Sure they may get some of what they want. Who the hell really knows what they want anyway!? They only thing I want right now is to get the hell out of this store. I have a client meeting in an hour and phone conference thirty minutes after that. Shit, wait. Maybe it was a conference call in thirty minutes and a client meeting an hour after that. Bah! What is with this lady anyway, who needs that much Koolaid the Wednesday before thanksgiving. You know you don't say much man. My clients are kinda like that too. I need an assistant; she. . .(pause). . . or he should be here doing this. I think I have waited here so long that it is actually costing me money. Look at this damn toy. I don't even know what this toys do anymore. But the bosses little girl needed something, right? Hopefully I'll get a promotion out of this or something. It's $60 dollars. In fact look at all this shit in the basket. None of its for me, except for the toothpaste. Ridiculous I say, I'm going to spend $135 dollars. Know what I'm gonna get outta the deal? That's right, toothpaste. Well, theoretically it will save me hassle and nagging later, but you know what, I think it just gives everybody to check something off the to do list and move right on down and start up on the next one. Hell I wish I had a nagging list, too busy filling other people's request. You know what would be number one? Getting the hell out of lane 13 here at this damn store and getting to the damn meetings and phone calls that I am can't even remember the damn order and time of because I am too busy buying whatever the hell this toy is and rendering out this video before tomorrow so that I can relax. (Pause) Well hell buddy if you don't wanna here what I have to say you can move to another line. Look sir all I am doing is trying to vent. And I never touched you so I don't think that was very appropriate at all. Bah, shit. other loud noises. Look officer this guy shoved me first. All I am trying to do is buy this stupid toy for some kid that I don't even like and get out of here to a meeting. No I don't have time to go with you and talk about it. Shit Shit. O come on, man. Are the cuffs really necessary. Bah!!
Unobscured
I continue to spit because this life is disgusting.
But what else would you expect from a child left behind
"And why do some many people like The Twilight Series but no one is a big fan of The Host?"
"Let me ask you this; would you rather give your daughter the life that you have been giving her now, or would you like to work towards giving her the world now. I mean look at you, sacrifice this and sacrifice that, what the hell do you think you are already doing? You might as well push through and give her what you think she deserves."
"Pancreatic cancer is the #4 killer in respect to all cancers? What the hell could the first three be!?"
"He loves the wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle part"
That all that I really have right now. Sorry. It's kinda terrible
But what else would you expect from a child left behind
"And why do some many people like The Twilight Series but no one is a big fan of The Host?"
"Let me ask you this; would you rather give your daughter the life that you have been giving her now, or would you like to work towards giving her the world now. I mean look at you, sacrifice this and sacrifice that, what the hell do you think you are already doing? You might as well push through and give her what you think she deserves."
"Pancreatic cancer is the #4 killer in respect to all cancers? What the hell could the first three be!?"
"He loves the wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle part"
That all that I really have right now. Sorry. It's kinda terrible
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday Unedited and Unproofed
Well I let the leaves get out of control. I should really get outside and get those raked up. Also the cars need to be washed and wax before what I believe will be another harsh winter. Not as harsh as the late 80's early 90's. Some of those years were just brutal from what I remember. And certainly not with a snowpocalypse like what we had last winter. That wasn't so much of a snowpocalypse as it was that the various weather teams across the metro predicted it so accurately. When the hell does that ever happen!? I also need to get the cars washed and waxed for the impending winter doom. So interesting that such a harsh season could be my favorite. Very simple explanation really, see in the summer you are left at arms length from the ones you care about. The personal space is so much bigger when it is 100 degrees outside. Humans produce about 800 BTUs of heat every hour. Doesn't seem like much considering your grill probably does around 35,000. Yet when it is so warm outside I just. . .it's too damn hot. But the winter, O the winter is when you realize how much value that heat has. Especially when the personal space can be invade with someone you love and the doubled BTUs can be shared. A walk on the plaza, a cold night in, movies, parks, tree lights. 1600 BTU's is the only to keep it, 800 is just so lonely.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
A Conversation of 1991-1992
- Eliza
- no, they built a new elementary right next door to the old one 3 years ago
- the old school is being rented by a church
- Michael Lopez
- I went to school there like 20 years ago.
- Eliza
- really? lol, which teachers did you have? A lot of them are still there
- Michael Lopez
- Young and Spears
- they were both young they might have gotten married by now.
- Eliza
- Spears retired 2 years ago
- Michael Lopez
- omg are you serious.
- Eliza
- she was divorced I think
- I don't know a Mrs. Young
- Michael Lopez
- How old is she?
- Eliza
- I didn't know her that well, she worked at the other building before I started traveling, so I only knew her from district-wide meetings
- hahaha
- ummm...yeah.
- Michael Lopez
- Young got pregnant during my school year and took the whole year off, so if she didn't come back at all it wouldn't surprise me.
- All year I had a sub named ms. Berry
- and she was shaped like a berry.
- lol, that is how I remember her name.
- And the assistant principal openly chewed tobacco in his office. That big block stuff with the star on it. Like totally out of Bluto's mouth in a disney cartoon.
- Eliza
- omg!
- yeah, there used to be a policy that you couldn't teach while prego
- Michael Lopez
- We had a computer room upstairs that was full of old mac's that only ran number munchers and took real floppy disks.
- Eliza
- the computer lab was on the 2nd floor when it closed, probably the same room
- Michael Lopez
- yeah probably, the assistant principals office may have been up there somewhere.
- Eliza
- lol
- Michael Lopez
- Our music teacher was Mr. Feablecorn or something like that.
- Eliza
- hahaha
- that's a funny name
- Michael Lopez
- he was in his forties so I'm sure he is long gone.
- Eliza
- all the electives teachers are relatively young
- Mrs. Graham is maybe the only one you would have had...she teaches art
- Michael Lopez
- Our gym teacher was raging butch lesbo.
- Eliza
- lol
- Michael Lopez
- And Jump Rope For Heart started while I went to school there.
- Eliza
- we have 2 pe teachers now, a young guy that if I was single and he was single I'd totally crush on. And a woman who is this little bouncy, perky thing with a husband and 4 kids
- Michael Lopez
- I remember this bigger kid fell on the bleachers, which were made of wood at the time, in the gym/cafeteria. He landed on his eye. I don't think he was able ever to see out of it again.
- Michael Lopez
- Music was in the basement. It was like a fall out shelter down there.
- Eliza
- lol, yeah that basement is scary
- black mold and brown recluse spiders...that's why it closed
- it kept failing inspections
- Eliza
- yup
- and go down the ramp to the new wing
- Michael Lopez
- Anyway there was a little nook there between the basement entrance and the ramp. Hurricane Andrew had just hit and we started collecting food and toiletries to ship down there. I remember that nook constantly being stuffed with shit. It was like they couldn't ship it out fast enough.
- Michael Lopez
- Or I was little and everything seems bigger when you are little.
- Eliza
- lol
- Eliza
- seriously? OMG
- Michael Lopez
- I think that was the last building I ever did that in. The Cold war had been over for a while.
- Yeah, that was my second and third grade.
- Eliza
- I never did a fall out drill. That's crazy!
- I'll have to find a yearbook....
- we have archives
- what year would that be...
- Michael Lopez
- O I remember New Kids On The Block was just getting popular too. I didn't like them back then either.
- Eliza
- let's see...you're 26?
- Michael Lopez
- 27
- Michael Lopez
- Well Hurricane Andrew was 92
- Eliza
- okay, so 1992-93
- Michael Lopez
- After 3rd grade I went back to Edwardsville
- Eliza
- lol, I'll try to scan it and send it to you
- Mrs. Young and Mrs. Spears
- Michael Lopez
- That would be crazy. After my parents got divorced I lost everything. I don't have anything from really before middle school.
- Yeah I thought spears was my 3rd grade teacher but I could be wrong.
- so that should be 91-92 and 92-93
- Eliza
- I'll check for you
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Lunar Rover
The best opportunities are the ones taken with disastrous results. To fail at such a level previously unacknowledged, to become so fetal. Cleansing the proposed wrongs, only two discovered some don't want to right. Loving those whom don't love you back, or do so such as urban gentrification; displacement. A disconnect from the world in hopes to escape all others but your own and discovering why you logged on in the first place. Some, such as myself, were put on this Earth in hopes of accomplishing dreams. Yet nothing of this dream is owed, nor is it a reward. Earnest is either running out of incorrect approaches or tiring the opponent of his challenges. There is no honor in this as some have received none. So left are we, forever to roam the planet, and one day others, in search of what is not owed or deserved but delivered through unmatched persistence to quench, without remorse. Those challengers, them; are left only to wonder how on Earth, and one day others, are left free, for their Rome destroys.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
You're No Jack Kennedy
So the purpose of this blog is to discuss why I never have a camera with me. I have gotten strange looks about this as I am a professional filmmaker/photographer. Why not perpetuate what I love in my own life? Why not capture the few memories that I am able to make for myself?
Really the only reason I ever have a camera in my hand is because I am getting paid to have it there. Now along with that comes the responsibility to edit the piece in to the memory or story that is desired from the client. Editing is always a responsibility, even if it is your own memories. This issue with this is that we have plenty of paid work that needs yet to be accomplished. As such it makes no sense to work on my personal memories when there are paying customers waiting patiently on theirs'.
Now this is where the Jack Kennedy quote comes in; I just don't feel like stopping to take a picture of my own life while I am living it. When I am out and about with the little time that I can summons, I want to envelope myself in that moment and not worrying about whether I will remember it later or not. If someone else were present with a camera I am definitly not going to tell them to leave me alone. If they want to take a picture than that is just fine with me. But if you look at the image of Mr. Kennedy above (or any picture for that matter), he doesn't seem to be to concerned with pictures. In my opinion he appears to be too wrapped up in what he is doing: Having fun. That my friends, is the only way to enjoy life. You need pictures? Hire somebody.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Death
Today we are here to celebrate the life of Elva Zamora. One thing that I would like to discuss today is carrying life to death can be a long road and I think that we can all appreciate that. However, there are far worse things in life than death and joys that can never really be explained in the human tongue.
Born moment before the poorest time in America; when bread lines were a thing of the future and jobs were a thing of the past. During her tween years, before they were called as such, the world was changed by a war that involved everyone and sparred little life for the pursuit of happiness and freedom. And what is funny now, is that because of these life events, for as long as I can remember my grandmother always had a jar of leftover grease from cooking. Even though there was always a bucket of Crisco just waiting to be used.
As a registered nurse she began a career of saving lives and traveling the country while slowing growing a family in tow. It is this generation, my mother's generation, that really begins this story for me. And I must say having a trained nurse as a mother because some of the things that these wild kids accomplished was totally unacceptable.
And there was the day that the gun jammed, thereby prolonging today's events and leaving room for knives in the future.
Grandchildren came along and what a joy that must have been. Although of you could have clearly waited, or picked a better partner, nonetheless here we are all. In a room together, somewhat scary really.
She even had the chance to meet some great grandchildren. And so through times of war both abroad and in the home, nursing, motherhood, tornadoes, guns, high school graduations, college graduations, successful military careers (others just beginning), becoming comfortable in your own skin, all of us here are proof positive that through tragedy, the impression left upon all of us by her can still bring about joy. Through the first football games, the first night sleeping in a car, Thanksgivings and beans for the rest. Through all the shit that is life it is clearly easy to see that there are much worse things to suffer through than death.
UNEDITED AND UNPROOFED
Born moment before the poorest time in America; when bread lines were a thing of the future and jobs were a thing of the past. During her tween years, before they were called as such, the world was changed by a war that involved everyone and sparred little life for the pursuit of happiness and freedom. And what is funny now, is that because of these life events, for as long as I can remember my grandmother always had a jar of leftover grease from cooking. Even though there was always a bucket of Crisco just waiting to be used.
As a registered nurse she began a career of saving lives and traveling the country while slowing growing a family in tow. It is this generation, my mother's generation, that really begins this story for me. And I must say having a trained nurse as a mother because some of the things that these wild kids accomplished was totally unacceptable.
And there was the day that the gun jammed, thereby prolonging today's events and leaving room for knives in the future.
Grandchildren came along and what a joy that must have been. Although of you could have clearly waited, or picked a better partner, nonetheless here we are all. In a room together, somewhat scary really.
She even had the chance to meet some great grandchildren. And so through times of war both abroad and in the home, nursing, motherhood, tornadoes, guns, high school graduations, college graduations, successful military careers (others just beginning), becoming comfortable in your own skin, all of us here are proof positive that through tragedy, the impression left upon all of us by her can still bring about joy. Through the first football games, the first night sleeping in a car, Thanksgivings and beans for the rest. Through all the shit that is life it is clearly easy to see that there are much worse things to suffer through than death.
UNEDITED AND UNPROOFED
Saturday, July 30, 2011
All is not lost
The men from OK GO have done it again. This video though not as challenging as the Rube's video, from a cameraman's perspective, it definitely requires the talent to be on there A game. Hope you enjoy.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Quote From The Bar Series #3
"So I think that we would all agree that I can drink. I'm a drinker. But that Four Loco shit will tear you up from the inside out. There has never been anything like it in the the history of mankind."
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Quote from the Bar Series
Entry #2
This one comes in more of a short conversational form.
Bar Patron 1: "I think she seems nice."
Bar Patron 2: "Are you kidding me, she is ugly as shit."
Bar Patron 1: "You think so?"
Bar Patron 2: "Dude. . . she looks like me with great tits"
This one comes in more of a short conversational form.
Bar Patron 1: "I think she seems nice."
Bar Patron 2: "Are you kidding me, she is ugly as shit."
Bar Patron 1: "You think so?"
Bar Patron 2: "Dude. . . she looks like me with great tits"
Monday, June 20, 2011
Quote from the Bar
As some of you may or may not know I am a bouncer at a local sports bar on the weekends. I do this because it is a little extra money but more importantly it gets me out of the house and away from computers and cameras for a few evenings a week. This will be the inaugural entry into this series. The important piece here is the quote. These quotes will be pulled from my experiences at the bar. I will sometimes pair them with videos or photos that I think are relevant, or they will be good enough to stand on there own. Either way, enjoy
Quote #1: "I would never hit a lady, but I would punch the shit out of a bitch!" --Anonymous bar employee
Quote #1: "I would never hit a lady, but I would punch the shit out of a bitch!" --Anonymous bar employee
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Awake
So I had been working on the this production for about 15 days by this time. We were scheduled for about another 12 days, although my contract had some built in contingency just in case there was terrible weather or talent got sick. There are a million reasons why this sort of thing doesn't work out.
Why would I lie?
Today's shoot involved our protagonist finally catching the guy who had been beating his son for the last six weeks. It is a little subplot to the main plot line, however we thought that this would be a good time to show our stars ridiculous aggression to the situation. A gun is introduced by Seoul (protagonist) but in a fit of rage he tosses it aside and would rather have this man die by the hands of his own.
Why would I lie?
Now I have been doing this sort of work for a long enough time to know that whenever there is a firearm on a set, precautions must be taken so that no one's life is in danger. Usually this means that a police officer will be on set with us for that day. They can provide firearm knowledge and have a security presence should it be needed. Sometimes we can get a shooting range owner if we are lucky. They can't provide security but they generally are cheaper.
Why would I lie?
On this particular day we had a fine gun indeed, M1911. It belong to the police officer that we had commissioned so of course he was very familiar with it. However, our star Seoul was not. He kept fucking with it all day. Making mistakes and messing around with it. I am not sure that he had ever held a gun in his life. I laugh not at him but at the fact that someone could live in America for a quarter century and not touch a firearm. It's a testament to our diversity really.
Why would I lie?
Seoul was really pissing me off because his ignorance kept slowing down production. Slowing productions are a big pet peeve of mine, of any filmmaker really. So me being the idiot that I am I walk over to try to show him how to use it once and for all for the rest of the day. Really all he needed to do was draw it, point it, and drop it in favor of his bare hands.
Why would I lie?
It wasn't until after I tried to hit Seoul that I realized everything would come to an end in the next 5 minutes. His shot caught me in my right lung. It was difficult to talk but I was still able to get out some curse words and such out and again, the attempt to hit him, which ended in pain and a wince. I walked over to the set couch because there was really no reason to stand anymore. Nick asks me, "So what are you going to do now" "Well, if you leave me be I am going to die, what the hell do you think I am going to do", I respond. I had closed by eyes. . . .and that was wrap.
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Today's shoot involved our protagonist finally catching the guy who had been beating his son for the last six weeks. It is a little subplot to the main plot line, however we thought that this would be a good time to show our stars ridiculous aggression to the situation. A gun is introduced by Seoul (protagonist) but in a fit of rage he tosses it aside and would rather have this man die by the hands of his own.
Why would I lie?
Now I have been doing this sort of work for a long enough time to know that whenever there is a firearm on a set, precautions must be taken so that no one's life is in danger. Usually this means that a police officer will be on set with us for that day. They can provide firearm knowledge and have a security presence should it be needed. Sometimes we can get a shooting range owner if we are lucky. They can't provide security but they generally are cheaper.
Why would I lie?
On this particular day we had a fine gun indeed, M1911. It belong to the police officer that we had commissioned so of course he was very familiar with it. However, our star Seoul was not. He kept fucking with it all day. Making mistakes and messing around with it. I am not sure that he had ever held a gun in his life. I laugh not at him but at the fact that someone could live in America for a quarter century and not touch a firearm. It's a testament to our diversity really.
Why would I lie?
Seoul was really pissing me off because his ignorance kept slowing down production. Slowing productions are a big pet peeve of mine, of any filmmaker really. So me being the idiot that I am I walk over to try to show him how to use it once and for all for the rest of the day. Really all he needed to do was draw it, point it, and drop it in favor of his bare hands.
Why would I lie?
It wasn't until after I tried to hit Seoul that I realized everything would come to an end in the next 5 minutes. His shot caught me in my right lung. It was difficult to talk but I was still able to get out some curse words and such out and again, the attempt to hit him, which ended in pain and a wince. I walked over to the set couch because there was really no reason to stand anymore. Nick asks me, "So what are you going to do now" "Well, if you leave me be I am going to die, what the hell do you think I am going to do", I respond. I had closed by eyes. . . .and that was wrap.
Why would I lie?
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wedding Season
I would just like to clear up what being a wedding photographer/videographer isn't:
When you have a camera in front of your face the whole day and you're telling people what to do it doesn't leave much time to meet the ladies and all that jazz that these two seem to have no problem doing. They are fun, but generally our jokes are at the expense of whom ever decided to drink too much and give everybody a laugh. Sometimes a momzilla can be laughably demanding, which also makes for good jokes. However those aren't usually funny that day of, but rather a week or two later.
And for the last freaking time: I do not shoot porn!! And even if I did, which I don't, trust me you wouldn't qualify.
When you have a camera in front of your face the whole day and you're telling people what to do it doesn't leave much time to meet the ladies and all that jazz that these two seem to have no problem doing. They are fun, but generally our jokes are at the expense of whom ever decided to drink too much and give everybody a laugh. Sometimes a momzilla can be laughably demanding, which also makes for good jokes. However those aren't usually funny that day of, but rather a week or two later.
And for the last freaking time: I do not shoot porn!! And even if I did, which I don't, trust me you wouldn't qualify.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Nine to Five'r expanded
Well the beginning of this week has afforded me the ability to sit and spy, with my camera of course, on what my life could have been had I decided to keep my degree major as Business Administration. Which really means had I decided to stop having fun and get serious about my future. Lame! Now let me clear first and foremost that this sort of lifestyle is not wrong or less than the life that I live (life of a digital artist blog to come soon), however; it is absolutely not the life for me.
Coming into work and sitting at a desk with a bunch of strangers 9 stories up in the air talking about how I am going to win this client or that client all whilst anxiously waiting for 4:30 so I can get to the gym and happy hour before Samantha gets off (cuz she has been serving me drinks for 2 months now and I know she is starting to dig me), because this could be the night that she comes and checks out the Porsche that I have purposely valeted in the front of the building.
-OR-
Getting up at 8 to hit the gym for a little bit before I eat breakfast, make a tea and sit at my desk 12 feet from my bed and edit a piece of art while talking on the phone about the next piece that I am going to make or how we can make this piece better before I get yelled at about not hitting a specific deadline while the dog is begging to go outside because he knows I hate shit on the floor all before I decide what I am going to eat for lunch in my own kitchen because I didn't drive anywhere which means my car still has the same gas in it from three weeks ago when it was still just $3.65 a gallon is more my style.
To each his own, but my style doesn't require a suit. . . .hell, it doesn't even require a shower.
Coming into work and sitting at a desk with a bunch of strangers 9 stories up in the air talking about how I am going to win this client or that client all whilst anxiously waiting for 4:30 so I can get to the gym and happy hour before Samantha gets off (cuz she has been serving me drinks for 2 months now and I know she is starting to dig me), because this could be the night that she comes and checks out the Porsche that I have purposely valeted in the front of the building.
-OR-
Getting up at 8 to hit the gym for a little bit before I eat breakfast, make a tea and sit at my desk 12 feet from my bed and edit a piece of art while talking on the phone about the next piece that I am going to make or how we can make this piece better before I get yelled at about not hitting a specific deadline while the dog is begging to go outside because he knows I hate shit on the floor all before I decide what I am going to eat for lunch in my own kitchen because I didn't drive anywhere which means my car still has the same gas in it from three weeks ago when it was still just $3.65 a gallon is more my style.
To each his own, but my style doesn't require a suit. . . .hell, it doesn't even require a shower.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Hours for Others
The industry that I am in currently does not really allow me to follow my life as it unfolds. I am a media maker, film, photography, even my terrible attempts at poetry. In all of these endeavors the is a client for whom I am working for. A client who is living, breathing, soaking up the events for which I am hired not to enjoy but rather to document.
I love filming, photographing. Anybody can take a picture, hit record. I bend light to my whims and direct the camera to see what I want to express. I brush the ugly parts from reality and leave an image of what we want history to look like, what we need history to look like.
In all of this, the long hours for others, the lack of sleep, I keep telling myself that it will get better. I will become more successful, whereby, I can pick and choose the projects that I would like to work on. I can turn down work. That's a big accomplishment, to be so busy that you can turn down work. The roots of this belief is that everyone that I know who is successful in whatever entrepreneurial goal they have, had done so by more or less sacrificing their 20's. I feel that everyone that you know is doing the same.
I am not sure if this is the right course of action, but more money is coming in the door and at the very least I am in control of my day to day life. There is no overarching corporation that is looming over me but rather individual clients. Sometimes its hard to tell which one is more desirable.
I love filming, photographing. Anybody can take a picture, hit record. I bend light to my whims and direct the camera to see what I want to express. I brush the ugly parts from reality and leave an image of what we want history to look like, what we need history to look like.
In all of this, the long hours for others, the lack of sleep, I keep telling myself that it will get better. I will become more successful, whereby, I can pick and choose the projects that I would like to work on. I can turn down work. That's a big accomplishment, to be so busy that you can turn down work. The roots of this belief is that everyone that I know who is successful in whatever entrepreneurial goal they have, had done so by more or less sacrificing their 20's. I feel that everyone that you know is doing the same.
I am not sure if this is the right course of action, but more money is coming in the door and at the very least I am in control of my day to day life. There is no overarching corporation that is looming over me but rather individual clients. Sometimes its hard to tell which one is more desirable.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Lounge against the Machine
This truly is the only way to enjoy this song. The original band did a great job for their time (bonus if you know who it is) but Dick Cheese puts a stank on it that cannot be matched.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Full circle family ties
I was filming a wedding when I got the call. She had fallen and hit her head. The diagnosis is speculative at best but closer to realistic than any others.
And while I stand and snap away, record and capture, two families joining together completely oblivious to despair inflicted on mine. Having minimal
effect on them other than my her raising me and my mother simultaneously,
thereby securing an artist for a wedding nobody could have predicted at my birth.
And so forever on will their memories be kept as mine reallocate into remembrance.
04/21/2011
Dawn has arrived to find that she is still alive; still with us, though in a capacity that is envied by no one. The option is to suffer the pain, for as many days as that is possible; weeks, months, etc; or to maintain some semblance of resiliency and opt for surgery that is most assured to be dismal as the beat of humanity is difficult above 40 bpm. The latter was chosen.
04/22/2011
And while I stand and snap away, record and capture, two families joining together completely oblivious to despair inflicted on mine. Having minimal
effect on them other than my her raising me and my mother simultaneously,
thereby securing an artist for a wedding nobody could have predicted at my birth.
And so forever on will their memories be kept as mine reallocate into remembrance.
04/21/2011
Dawn has arrived to find that she is still alive; still with us, though in a capacity that is envied by no one. The option is to suffer the pain, for as many days as that is possible; weeks, months, etc; or to maintain some semblance of resiliency and opt for surgery that is most assured to be dismal as the beat of humanity is difficult above 40 bpm. The latter was chosen.
04/22/2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
If it were easy. . . .
So this piece pretty much sums up what it is that I do for a living. I would like to say that it isn't, and I would like to say that it really isn't this easy. Unfortunately we have seen all these cliches so much that we expect them. So much so that films without them seem uninteresting. Rather Kludge really.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Quite the Delay
Sorry for such a lapse in between the posts as of late. Although I don't particularly think anybody as missed these posts. However, fear not, I am fine and well. The lapse has occurred from a recent series of moves from my apartment to another apartment, to a house in Waldo. It is almost completely unpacked and established. So far it is a very nice place and I have been able to enjoy the Trolley trail for exercise. I was excited to be able to wash my car more frequently since I have a driveway, although I haven't had the time to do so yet because I have been inundated with work. So now that you know, you should feel abreast to all the mundane intricacies of my life at the moment. Also check out this video just because I posted it here. . . .really.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Word Doodles
When the moon goes down I'll be up
with my headphones loud and breaking ground
on a digital life that I can't claim the rights
live in the moment as far as I can see
To happy, without the joy of a divorce in site.
July 2010
"One time I wanted a cheeseburger so bad that I went to McDonalds and bought 15 cheeseburgers to give to everybody so I could eat mine in class without pissing anyone off." Talia Liccardello
November 2010
An awesome photo by a Michael Chung
with my headphones loud and breaking ground
on a digital life that I can't claim the rights
live in the moment as far as I can see
To happy, without the joy of a divorce in site.
July 2010
"One time I wanted a cheeseburger so bad that I went to McDonalds and bought 15 cheeseburgers to give to everybody so I could eat mine in class without pissing anyone off." Talia Liccardello
November 2010
An awesome photo by a Michael Chung
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Undead Time
Such a strange breed to enter the store
Stranger still the hello that awaits
Mover, shakers, cowboys, makers, doers
This is more or less to kill time
As if time is ours to kill,
Spend maybe
Once I attended a block party on a sunny Sunday
Good bbq, Mr. Charles on the music box
Time spent
I can't think of a single instance where I have killed time
Stranger still the hello that awaits
Mover, shakers, cowboys, makers, doers
This is more or less to kill time
As if time is ours to kill,
Spend maybe
Once I attended a block party on a sunny Sunday
Good bbq, Mr. Charles on the music box
Time spent
I can't think of a single instance where I have killed time
PWG Fashion Show Spring 2011
Here is a one of the latest video that has been put together by Romantic Reels Media for the awesome purpose of showing what the Kansas City Perfect Wedding Guide is all about. How you enjoy watching, because we thoroughly enjoyed putting it together.
Camera Operators:
Michael Lopez
Ralph Dumas III
Alfred Williams
Editor:
Jason Bal
Music:
Royalty Free YAY!
Since this is my first post let me explain that Romantic Reels Media is a wedding photography/videography company to which I am a big part. I have been working with this company since the very beginning and it has been a vital stepping stone into my film-making career.
Camera Operators:
Michael Lopez
Ralph Dumas III
Alfred Williams
Editor:
Jason Bal
Music:
Royalty Free YAY!
Since this is my first post let me explain that Romantic Reels Media is a wedding photography/videography company to which I am a big part. I have been working with this company since the very beginning and it has been a vital stepping stone into my film-making career.
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