Last Saturday I went to West Chester to film a reunion show of some old friends' bands. It'll be part of a longer documentary that my brother and I are working on about the whole punk music scene in our hometown in the early-mid 90s. I got some great ideas for the doc while I was filming and also lined up a bunch of interviews with people. Also talked some other people who were there filming to work with us and let us use their footage.
I had only planned to stay for the night, but since I didn't have a job to go back to, I ended up staying at my parents' for a week. I only brought one change of clothes, so I ended up doing laundry every day I was there.
It was a good thing I stayed too because my imagination roamed free for the week and I had quite a few ideas for films. Being back in the area where I was most creative got the juices flowing again.
A few weeks ago my friend Andy and I started brainstorming on various movie ideas that either I had or he had via email. We've been riffing off each other's stories since we were in kindergarten, so it's pretty easy and we have similar tastes a lot of the time. It's been a big help in getting me out of the creative funk I've been in. We hung out one of the nights I was there. We ended up NOT going over story ideas and spent most of the night watching clips on YouTube of people getting prank calls or doing faceplants into brick walls, but it was good nonetheless. On the drive back to my parents', he told me of his idea for a children's show which I thought was great and I look forward to brainstorming that soon too.
Now I am back in New York and need to get my ass back in gear. I got a message from a woman at Time Inc. about rescheduling my Wednesday appointment. The thing is, I don't remember ever setting up a Wednesday appointment. I googled the name of the guy whose office she said she was calling from and turns out he's a film/tv editor, but I absolutely have no recollection of ever setting up an appointment or even sending them a resume.
When I called back, there was no answer and it went directly to this guy's voicemail. I didn't want to sound like an idiot who didn't remember setting up an appointment, much less what this interview is for in the first place, so I just said, "Yeah, hi, ths is Dave Orsborn returning your call. Um, yeah, it would be fine to switch my interview from 11 to 2."
So I've got several days to figure out what this is about. And work on some much-needed writing now that I've got a head full of ideas again.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Whatcha Doin' with Yerself?
Job hunt still going.
I've plotted out an idea for a screenplay I want to start writing. I figure with the time I have off, I should start working on something. Something of my own.
If I push myself, maybe I can get something finished. Problem is, I really like sleeping.
Been doing a lot of that the last week and a half.
I Googled myself and found that YahooTV has updated my profile. I don't know who they have researching all that stuff, but it's cool to see that someone is keeping tabs on you. Of course, they have my birthdate as November 30, 1999. Guess I'm pretty productive for a seven year old.
Read an old article about a research study that discovered that sunlight deprivation shrinks mice's brains. I was trying to find out if there were links between my recent case of severe depression and my working overnights for the last year and a half. Interesting.
Someone on MySpace linked to website that gives the number one song for any day you want to look up. The gimmick is that the number one song on your 18th birthday is supposed to be the song of your life. I'm not sure if Mr. Big's "To Be With You" define's my life per se, but it's fun to look up what was the hit at certain times in your life. It's useless and random, but I like knowing that Terry Jacks' "Seasons In The Sun" ruled the airwaves the day I was born.
Met this girl Rachel at a party the other night who is a published writer. She has a short story collection out and just finished her novel. I picked her brain about the life of a writer and pitching to book editors and agents. Told her about my New Orleans novel and how I'm restructuring it as a memoir. She says that's the new trend for books and that it was a good idea to do it that way. Her husband and I talked about comic books and how the porn industry dictates which distribution format is gonna be the next big thing. (They were the first industry to fully embrace VHS, then DVD, and now they're all about HDDVD. Sorry BluRay.)
Aside from these things and sending out my resume, though, most of my time is spent sleeping and watching TV.
Ah, freelancing...
I've plotted out an idea for a screenplay I want to start writing. I figure with the time I have off, I should start working on something. Something of my own.
If I push myself, maybe I can get something finished. Problem is, I really like sleeping.
Been doing a lot of that the last week and a half.
I Googled myself and found that YahooTV has updated my profile. I don't know who they have researching all that stuff, but it's cool to see that someone is keeping tabs on you. Of course, they have my birthdate as November 30, 1999. Guess I'm pretty productive for a seven year old.
Read an old article about a research study that discovered that sunlight deprivation shrinks mice's brains. I was trying to find out if there were links between my recent case of severe depression and my working overnights for the last year and a half. Interesting.
Someone on MySpace linked to website that gives the number one song for any day you want to look up. The gimmick is that the number one song on your 18th birthday is supposed to be the song of your life. I'm not sure if Mr. Big's "To Be With You" define's my life per se, but it's fun to look up what was the hit at certain times in your life. It's useless and random, but I like knowing that Terry Jacks' "Seasons In The Sun" ruled the airwaves the day I was born.
Met this girl Rachel at a party the other night who is a published writer. She has a short story collection out and just finished her novel. I picked her brain about the life of a writer and pitching to book editors and agents. Told her about my New Orleans novel and how I'm restructuring it as a memoir. She says that's the new trend for books and that it was a good idea to do it that way. Her husband and I talked about comic books and how the porn industry dictates which distribution format is gonna be the next big thing. (They were the first industry to fully embrace VHS, then DVD, and now they're all about HDDVD. Sorry BluRay.)
Aside from these things and sending out my resume, though, most of my time is spent sleeping and watching TV.
Ah, freelancing...
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Last Night of Work
Tonight is the last night I'm working on this particular show and I've got this Beatles song in my head:
Friday, September 07, 2007
the roof is on fire
Contrary to popular belief, every now and then I DO crack a smile and enjoy myself. A couple weeks ago our friend Guevara threw a rooftop party at his digs in Chinatown. Jeremiah and his ever-present camera captured this as-of-late rare moment.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Done part 2
I quit my job last night.
As I was setting up to online a sequence for previews I came across a what-we-thought-was-tragic technical problem.
It was not looking good and I was fed up and the supervisor was freaking out and I told him, "I can't do this anymore."
He looked at me with an open mouth and didn't speak.
"I just can't do it anymore, man. I'm afraid to even touch a computer for fear everything is gonna get fucked up. The level of problems on this show is beyond my level of experience and I can't help. I'm sick of it. I'll finish out the week, but I need to put this behind me."
Just a blank stare.
I eventually got things fixed and went back to working. Unfortunately, my co-worker has been sick the last two days, adding to my workload and stress. I have extreme difficulty multitasking and there is too much of that here. When I am focused on one job I can really get into it. But when I am pulled in 14 different directions at once I can't take it. I malfunction.
Later the post-supervisor called and tried to make nice, but I just wanted to leave. He said, "Well, episode 2 premiered tonight and it was a big success. Everyone's happy with it."
I didn't answer.
As I was setting up to online a sequence for previews I came across a what-we-thought-was-tragic technical problem.
It was not looking good and I was fed up and the supervisor was freaking out and I told him, "I can't do this anymore."
He looked at me with an open mouth and didn't speak.
"I just can't do it anymore, man. I'm afraid to even touch a computer for fear everything is gonna get fucked up. The level of problems on this show is beyond my level of experience and I can't help. I'm sick of it. I'll finish out the week, but I need to put this behind me."
Just a blank stare.
I eventually got things fixed and went back to working. Unfortunately, my co-worker has been sick the last two days, adding to my workload and stress. I have extreme difficulty multitasking and there is too much of that here. When I am focused on one job I can really get into it. But when I am pulled in 14 different directions at once I can't take it. I malfunction.
Later the post-supervisor called and tried to make nice, but I just wanted to leave. He said, "Well, episode 2 premiered tonight and it was a big success. Everyone's happy with it."
I didn't answer.
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