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25th president of the u.s., william mckinley.
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left column taking a napster.
Again, I don't have much time to write. I would like to say I've been very busy today, but I've pretty much just been downloading shit from Napster and celebrating a co-worker's birthday. Now I have to leave early to go get an oil change, because I'm responsible like that.
Seriously though, things like oil changes, and laundry, and taxes - things that take that type of organizational "effort" - I constantly put off. I don't know what it is about my brain, but I can accomplish amazing things, yet when it comes to a certain type of task, I freeze up and avoid it at all costs. I'm not sure exactly what it is.
...on Saturday night we watched the 35mm footage from the movie. It looks very good. It's extremely strange to see myself in that professional format. I've learned a lot about 35mm and 16mm and why some 16 looks great (guffman & in the company of men, for example) and why some 35 looks awful. Much of it has to do with lighting. Our lighting is good but the DP generally stunk. His framing is very strange (he loves throwing everything to the extreme sides) and worst of all, he's very hard to deal with. We all agreed that he ended up making us all nervous and transforming what was a very friendly and loving set into one filled with tension. At one point, at 8am after an all night shoot, I suggested moving the camera truck to the back door of this restaurant we had shot in so we could load the equipment easier, and the DP says, "there's no back door." And I said, "oh, yeah, actually there is." And he stared at me like I was crazy, "What are you talking about?! There's no back door to this place." "Um... dude, I've been going in and out of it all night. I haven't been floating through the wall." And he still refused to believe me! That's the kind of guy he was. I wish him all the luck in the world, but fuck your ass: don't treat people like shit, especially if your product isn't all that in the first place.
...it's late on Monday night and I just spent the last hour watching the aftermath outside the Staples Center from the Lakers' victory. Basically, the "fans" set cop cars on fire, looted, beat up people, vandalized news vans, and caused general chaos. It's just now dying down, but really, I can't think of a better way to celebrate a championship than rioting. Congratulations Lakers. Congratulations good people of Los Angeles. Huzzah!
You gave your love to me softly. I heard your heart beating true. Still your Bijon lingers on and on and on. You gave your love to me softly. When I'm feeling blue and lonely. All I have to do is think of you. We had just one night but it lingers on and on and on. You gave your love to me softly. La la la you sang to me. Baby don't you cry. Put your arms around me child. And lay with me tonight. You gave your love to me softly... speaking of which. When I'm feeling blue and lonely, I like to cuddle up to the television and pop in a good old Hope/Crosby road movie. Nothing makes me feel more alive. But not because of the wacky antics of the famous duo. No. I concentrate on the fact that compared to Bob Hope's scary visage today, I look like a teenager!
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