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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Facelife

This is where yet another witty comment goes.

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.