Because I obsess over things like webstats, I stumble upon links to what I do in the strangest of places. Iím always blown away when I see the instructional videos being used at actual educational institutions. Last night I found the 180 Degree Rule being used in the curriculum by the UNIVERSITY OF ALABAMA. Mostly these get linked by community colleges and high school media programs, which is what I aimed for. I was once even referenced in the blog of the editing professor at the UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA which is a huge deal for me. Especially since I only get paid tiddly winks to teach right now.
Breaking my rule of no buying of Blu Rays with IRON MAN 3 today. Love the movie, have all the Marvel movies, so this is a no brainer, plus I know Iím going to watch it more than once. I wonít even buy any bargain blu rays anymore. Not until the stack gets finished. Itís tough to watch movies when I teach night classes 3 nights a week. Thereís no free time.
I guess I could blog about the flaws of the American medical system. Or complain that I feel far worse the day after leaving the hospital. Or that I got a literal bandaid to deal with a life threatening problem because my life wasnít being threatened at the exact moment I was in the emergency room. Or I can write about something more Ďupí. How about Breaking Bad last night?
So today Iím checking myself into the hospital. The infections reached a lymph node and a fever started, so letís just say Iím not doing well and thereís not a lot of debate as to the seriousness of where my body is taking me. No one needs to force me to go. Iím gonna head in as soon as I verify the big job is finished as I had to ask several other people to kick in and help see it done before I disappear into the medical system for a day or two. And tack on a serious attack of gout in the big toe too.
Got the two shoots done yesterday. Quick lighting setup, dolly rigged up and some practice runs of the pan and move. Hammered through this entirely improvised bit of video and it was done. Did one thing for FRAMELINES and another video blog that will provide some content filler for the web. I like getting more work done, even when itís small and unimportant to anyone but me.
Wrapping up this giant client project is taking forever. I thought it would be done before now, so I took on two classes this week to teach. Good lord, combine that with MRSA kicking my ass, and your faithful narrator feels much like the poo of a sick goat with an intestinal infection. I canít sleep, canít concentrate for more than 10 minutes at a time, and Iím bleeding all over the place like Iím menstruating. Ainít life grand sometimes?
Working and two classes to teach at the same time. It makes for stress and a side order of additional stress. Teaching requires being ďonĒ, as in I feel like I expend a spiritual energy and let it emanate from my pores and burns like a light. Making sure that the information gets disseminated means the world to me. Whatís the point if someone doesnít understand the concept youíre trying to teach?
Taught a brand new class, plus it was my first day back after nearly a month off from the school. I exorcised some demons, as I made fun of myself more often than not. Strangely that felt good. Teaching makes me feel great. Sharing a passion I have for the subject matter reinvigorates me. I do everything I can to inspire people. I succeed more than I fail in that regard when it comes to film/video.
Got to Wadsworth, my old hometown, on schedule. Dropped off some DVDís to the local TV station, ate Marieís Pizza, and went to the park that was once the wild, untamed world I used to call ďThe WoodsĒ. Thank god Iíve gotten in much better shape, as I traipsed through the brush and went off-trail like a 12 year old.
A little bit of balance came back into my world yesterday. Friday night I broke my expensive and still-new-to-me bed. Saturday it was fixed, got a brand spankiní new window installed in the bedroom (that was long overdue), and whilst waiting for these things, I worked on an edit. I have my first cut done on the latest Movie Cliche, which was actually 2nd in the queue, but I had an idea and I went with it.
Iím going back to Wadsworth soon. I know I was just there. Iím looking for answers in the past. Maybe looking back can help me find my way forward. Right now, Iím willing to try anything, ANYTHING to get out of my funk. Plus it never ever hurts to have Marieís Pizza.
Holding true to my promise to watch one movie a night. I think movies are like dreams. The great Walter Murch often spoke on the idea that motion pictures mimic the human experience with sight and sound. The only aspect that made no sense for our daily experience was editing. Our daily lives are continuous and constant. In dreams however, we jump from one place to another in an instant and we accept it. That makes editing in movies akin to our subconscious dreamstate. I believe in this theory wholeheartedly.
Already planning an escape. Later this fall, I need to get away. Not sure exactly what Iím gonna do, but I know that I must get rest, take time away from everything, and just chill out. Got a few pieces of bad news yesterday, so just when I think things canít get much worse, there is always a way. I swear God is a woman and I had to have dated her in high school.
FTP ainít working the way itís supposed to. Trying to get these files where they need to go and the Ďputer ainít cooperatiní. Makes me frustrated. Really frustrating with deadlines staring down at me. What good is fast internet at home if the files all reset as soon as they get done?
Good news? The 2 new Cell Phone Monologues are set to premiere at the Film Festival of Columbus. The bad news? Iím teaching that night and cannot attend. Worse news? Iím not on Facebook to promote the screenings. I donít even have regular emails for more than half the crew and even one of the cast members. FYI - A cast member of a monologue is a pretty significant percentage of the cast...
So, after 9 days, Facebook starts emailing me. Iím getting messages stating ď9+ friends have posted statuses, photos and moreĒ Thanks Captain Obvious! Was I under the mistaken impression that the world stopped moving just because I wasnít logging in? These emails remind me of a crack dealer showing up at a rehab center to makes some sales.
I canít get my head back in it. I have things to do, a long list of projects, and I canít seem to get my brain back into the mode of doing any of it. Iím all alone in this dark place, like Iím locked in a basement with no windows. No, this isnít about Facebook. Thatís just an illusion of connectivity whereas it really just separates people from actual human interaction, the kind we all need to survive.
Started the fixed Closed Captions out to tape, working them in-between the big job. Found out why one episodes got rejected - it had the wrong captions for the wrong episode! That was bad. Not sure how many deaf filmmakers are watching the show, but Iím incredibly sorry about that. Got to get back to finishing some new episodes soon.
And life rolls on. ĎConnectingí with people virtually through a machine via sites like Facebook isnít really connecting as much as a filtered interface where you can pretend to be something you arenít to impress people who are equally creating a facade. Now I donít have a girlfriend or a family or kids to fill my time, so sadly I miss the superficial relationships because they are better than nothing. Or are they?
Hereís a terrible realization. Iím no longer particularly relevant. Less than a week off Facebook and itís as if I donít exist in most peopleís lives, even those I was somewhat a part of for a time. Strangely, this has nothing to do with my sabbatical from the Face, but a revelation that Iíve been coping with for a few years. I used to be notorious, as in the things I did were spoken of by many. Thatís not necessarily a good thing.