More shooting of the dv tomorrow aft lunch and Chelsea art meandering with Christy Rupp.
So the dust has settled a bit on the graduate student discussion board where two damsels in distress basically stoked fires raging and deep by mis-understanding the usage of candy cig -instead of real - in my brilliant Isabelle Series. Then one of the instigators today refused to spell our classmate Erik's name correctly, and more mayhem ensued when he corrected her and then she jumped on his shit for having an identity crisis when a K became a C. Can't the 15 of us blend into one fine body of intelligence, wit and creativity? Shit I hope not.
I imagine advisor-to-the-grad-stars Jim Ramer rolling his eyes in slightly bemused horror. But, as Yours Truly Perfectly said to him the other night, as casting director for this version of The Real World he knew who was oil... who was vinegar.
Today picked up some colorful contact sheets from Duggal, still images of Tommy and red rose petals from my first official dv shoot.
Sat in a dim Mexican hot sauce fiesta of a joint this afternoon reading Final Cut Express for Complete Morons and Rushed Grad Students while simultaneously drinking coffee and falling into a coma of procrastination.
So, reading only the headlines about Bush and Iraq I am most confused.
One day it's
Let's Get the Hell Outta Here!!!!
next it's
Another Foray into the Badass Heart of Darkness.
I could read more about this matter but have been instead reading about other places, more intelligent, seemingly, leader-types.
Love of news bits and bytes.