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I have finished my first “real” (well sorta) short short film. I wrote, directed, filmed (with some help), and edited the whole thing. I submitted this as my final project for my digital media class, and I am pleased with the final product. Head over HERE to watch. I would suggest the direct download options.

Just so everyone knows, it’s just a story… and it’s easy to write sad stories, but the point is the turn around. It’s the cycle of life.

Everybody remember, it’s a film, I acted. That is that. I don’t even smoke, hahaha.

More film notes
I/We filmed everything in one day. I began editing that night, then it took me in total 3-4 days to get everything together. I went strictly Mac based on this project. I usually use Adobe Premiere yet decided to use the Powerbook and Final Cut in full force. It is a great editing environment, yet as any new complex program it took some time finding things I needed. Overall I really love creating on the Mac platform.. yet that’s a topic for another post.

If you read my notes on the site, you’ll notice I only had the first half of the film planned out. Basically for the second “positive” side I wanted to do everything opposite. Basically I ran out of time, thus the montage for the second half of the very short film.

My friend Lucas who I colaborate on projects frequently did the awesome animations of the circle and breaking of the circle.

Random problems: Audio not working on footage for opening monologue, uhhhh the black line on the right side of the frame in alot of shots.

Not adding in Brittany as “Light and Sound Engineer.” haha

late night studying random poem with spelling errors.

- no title 3/13/06 2:30 am
when you think of something
write it down
cause you never know(n)
when what you wrote down
is worth a million bucks

I’m posting this at 5:50am… finals are great.

We all walk through our symbolic cemetaries.
Passing each etched stone remembering the past.
Swallowing our tears row by row.
We fight the battle of our impulses.
Loosing grip, slipping to our knees as we pass the name.
What is in that name, a dream, a hope, a life.

Listen to the drops hit the stone.
Glistening sunlight reflects off the slow falling mist.
A soothing rain in this symbolic cemetary.
Off dark and light, gray clouds and blue sky.
Grief or joy, you remember the lost past.
Only to look up from the stone, to the path out.

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Just something I had been working on this week. It’s been raining so much, and on my drive from San Diego to Pomona yesterday symbolic cemetary popped into my head. It is so meaningful on so many levels. So I put a little something together. Comments your throughts are appreciated.

I’m Mr. Right.

I’m right handed.
I write right.
Right is the way to be.
I’m sometimes always right.
You are right.
I like to say, “right oh chap”
Right hand drivers are wrong in my right book.
You’re right in my book.
You are right up my alley.
Right?
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Just a funny poem I wrote a while back. If I’m your Mr. Right, and you are a female, let me know. Thanks.

Sickness sets you in to a world of withdrawn retreat.
Modest Mouse flowing from the speakers.
What about the good news for people who like bad news?
I just have a cloud over my face.
Can’t see the world is faded.

Rock to the many noises in your clogged ears.
Not exactly clear, not exactly muddy.
The cold monopolizes on you, your sight, hearing, tasting, feeling.
Leaving a numb feel of the world.
No control over what you feel, how you may perceive.
What mood is there to be in except that which is available?
High treason on your own head.
You chose to not fight back

Just the numb world now.
I need my medicine and music.
I need this cold to pass.
I will be better when I get my medicine.
My medicine is you.

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I have one of those darn colds and just decided to write. My head is all cloudy. There is a couple different themes in this here piece. The reader decided what he or she decides to see.

One day I’ll see you standing there.
One day I’ll know what I want.
One day I’ll see the rain fall and we will be together.
One day we will lay by the warming fire.
One day we will see past each others eyes.
One day we will lay in each others arms.
One day is one day ahead of today.
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A poem while sitting here looking out into the rain.

Sometimes what you wish you were portraying, was something that the other understood, and sometimes what you are portraying, is something lost altogether, until the other sees and understands your communication.

Then you are there.
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What can I say, I typed that out, and I was like wow. Linnea said wow too because I sent that message to here over instant messanger. Pretty cool eh?

The music fades in and out
Seeing the face of her
She doesn’t know your thinking
Thinking of her
As she dreams sweet dreams

Change the track
Fast forward
To the second you want to be in
Time travel with her
Yet she doesn’t know your thinking of her
Wishing she was there with you

Loving without the other knowing.
That is the title of this song

By the way, all of you who are wondering, yes I did write this poem. I like to write and post stuff up every once in awhile.