gynomajestic

sunny but cold.

sick of the internets. sick of the blogging and the opining and the pace and the posture and the constant chatter. sick of politics of following liars and power seekers and pretending that rebutting TV-heads means a damn thing. sick of all these fuckers with opinions. their damn crumb-lined keyboards and whoaskedforyafuckin opinion(s). glad i’m typing this on a corn cob. i’m the real thing. just like coca cola. 

just picked up my guitar. been a while for that. my fingers reminded me that it’s been a while. i still remember how i got with faita. she was impressed by my putting out a cig on my fingertips. so movielife, eh? so rebel with out a nerve ending. or something. i’ve noticed it’s always something like that. something you dont expect. some little burr of personality or free-floating quirk that catches in their steam-net, that pops open their plum-shaped corvette. later none of it matters of course. now my fingers are numb from jamming bronze and they don’t even remember touching faita. though i do remember how she touched me.

five years since i smoked? don’t even remember. i guess i dont count that night at mcmenamins a couple years ago when i went with c and j and their friends and we all drank and i had someone’s american spirit and puffed that shit like it was sticky-icky and ended up getting really sickfeeling. it was only a reminder of why i quit. 

shot an hour or two of a dance show last night. thought my arm would be sore today, but it ain’t. have another show to shoot tonight. pay’s not that great, but i’ll probably get more work out of it. and if i don’t get paid better eventually, i’ll pull a tyler durden and start splicing in quick shots of random bathroom cam scenery. it will be like “jazz hands…and baaaack, and WTF?”

actually it was the first night working with someone else whose camerawork will be cut with mine (video). so i hope we weren’t too out of sync with movement and such. i hope my inserts are going to be able to cut with their floating wide shot. i hope i was not moving too fast. i was trying to get some dynamic pans and track in interesting fluid ways, pulled a few little quick zooms as well as slow ones.  i was letting the music guide me, of course. the music and their dancing. i think at the better moments, it will be fantastic. the rest is just me finding shots or focus or experimenting, but i was doing pure insert work, so the editor can cut to the WS at any time.

it’s a great spontaniety, no scenes, no rehearsal, no shot list. how sweet (tho nervewracking) to just get in there and play. knowing someone has the master shot covered. hit a tight focus on telefoto and ride a contour down and around to an outstretched arm following the finger, pan quick to the other dancer who spins and moves house right and you are still tracking right on time. when it comes together, it’s better than ice-cream and sex all at once. which is actually a pretty weird thing. especially because i prefer rum-raisin. ew no i dont i’m kidding. ice cream and sex sounds far more appealing than liquor and ice cream. dunno. either way, i think some compartmentalizing is called for up in here. 

i’m glad that i’m being used for the interesting camera work. dude was talking to me, telling me on an upcoming shoot he’d like me to cover the artsy shots. dont know what word he actually used. it wasn’t “artsy” and in fact i hate that word. hunh. anyway, that’s what he meant. you know. non-standard, intuitive, perhaps anti-conventional at moments. skillz, baby! skillz for bacon. that’s my name.

anyway, even self-aggrandizement is boring me today. wow. i’m outtahere.