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.
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