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Friday, July 27, 2012

A Late Quartet at TIFF

The film I've co-produced, A Late Quartet, will be premiering at the Toronto International Film Festival this fall! I got to see the film print from start to finish two days ago and became a tad (OK, fine, maybe way more than a tad) emotional seeing the last three years of my life flash before my eyes. An exciting time, indeed.

Here are some images below.






Thursday, July 26, 2012

Kubrick Imagined Sisyphus Happy

... or at least with passion.



"The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent, but if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.”

- Stanley Kubrick

Monday, July 23, 2012

Lentil



Who knows why and how, but this children's story from a 2nd or 3rd grade English textbook has remained tucked away in a dusty corner of my memory shelving unit, but like that hideous red Christmas sweater you always come across when cleaning your closet, but can never seem to throw out, so Lentil sticks around, occasionally popping up to present mind whenever I think of lemons or harmonicas.

Mr. McCloskey's story is about a boy who cannot sing or even whistle. He longs to make music in some fashion,so he provides himself with a harmonica and practices constantly wherever he is, even in the bathtub, because there his tone is improved 100 percent. The timeless story is complemented with old school illustrations that remind me of my mother's stationery from the 60s, which I plan to scan tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Running

So I started running...

My first attempt lasted a meager 20 minutes which was technically more like 13 minutes, considering that the majority of my time consisted of shock-induced cool downs and generous stretching. I invented all sorts of stretches that I'm certain do nothing for my muscles, which the fit people who know what they're doing out there probably realized I was bullshitting. At least I looked like I meant serious business to the 3 people who saw me zip by during the actual running parts. This was Monday.

Last night though, a warm Tuesday, I went back out into Fort Tryon Park. I learned a couple of lessons from the first dash. Firstly, music is essential. It more than doubled the length my workout. A good song motivates me more than any internal pep talk. Visage's "Fade to Grey" did that for me when I was going down the "champ stairs" as I like to call them (pictured below) I'd like to note: Much steeper and longer than the one's Rocky Balboa climbs. Take that, Rocky. I was ready to head up the steep incline home and when Visage came on I decided- one more round! That one more round turned into an extra 20 minutes of stairs and jogging.



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Basically, being alone with my thoughts turned into the elimination of my thoughts. Now wasn't the time to think about what I was doing or about anything, really; I think all day. Now it's just time to run. Once I realized that was sort of the point it all started to make more sense. Once in a while, with what seemed like the perfect timing but was really due to a new, excited perception, I received the nicest body hugging summer breezes. For the first time in a while, I felt like I deserved them.

I also noticed a lot of new wave songs are about running. Running so far away... Running away then turning away. This must mean something, so I chose it as my first genre to run to. Here's the playlist that made a difference, with special thanks to Morty Coyle. I arranged it according to beats per minute and gave Bronski Beat and Kraftwerk special priority because they are Bronski Beat and Kraftwerk. As for that first sonic anomoly, well... I enjoy stretching to that Brazilian song because it's a good mood setter, a nice way to transition into a escape mode. I played it twice actually, for about 10 minutes of stretching because I just love it so much.

More photos and a nice history of Fort Tryon Park courtesy of My Walking Pictures @ Blogspot.


Saturday, July 7, 2012

"Are you depressed?"

Was the text I received right before I started this post.

I replied, "Maybe, huh?" Then, as I have a habit of doing- sending multiple texts in a row when I could just not be an impatient spaz and send them all at once and save my interlocutor a couple of cents from their next phone bill- wrote: "Gonna blog to at least make it productive depression."

Fact is: I don't really think I'm depressed. I think it's just a mini-slump, or wave as I like to call them, which is beckoning a greater phase ahead, which even though I don't know what it is, I'm really excited about. The other fact is: I decided to quit my job after listening to Whitney Houston's "Greatest Love of All". If you ever need advice that will lend itself to crucial decision making, clearly don't come to me. I might direct you to a Bee Gees song and tell you to go with whatever you feel afterwards.

Although, I just reread that last paragraph, and besides the "I don't know how I'm going to survive, financially, in a month" part I decided to exclude, there's nothing terrible about any of this. Maybe this is the best Saturday I've had in a while and I don't realize it.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Pulphead Out, Time In

Completion of John Jeremiah Sullivan's Pulphead (only the finest, most entertaining collection of essays to remind me where America is right now) couldn't come at a more opportune time; same goes for Stephen Hawking's Brief History of Time. Finishing the former on the morning of the 4th of July, and beginning Hawking's landmark recounting of the cosmos on the eve of the Higgs boson discovery is both strangely reassuring and exciting. The stars have aligned.... and now I am going to find out where they came from.

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