dead on the outside, alive at the core

Blogs are great because they can be updated, easily from nearly anyplace you can find an internet connection. Can you guess where I am writing this post from? Nope. Nu-uh. Nope. Haha, don’t be silly. Oh. That’s right. My apartment. Isn’t that just amazing and don’t you just love technology? I know I do. You should too. Let us all bow down and show penitence for the all powerfull technology.

Done? Okay good.

Last night I read some of the writing I have been working on at an open mic here called Kerouac. I did not really know anyone there and I began to loose my voice, but I went on anyway, and … and… and… I prevailed. whatever. It was fun to “perform” for a room ful of people and to hear them laugh. A couple people really liked it and one women even asked me to read a passage from Bukowski later on in the night. I read it. It was about what I can only imagine is the worst blow job ever. Poor Charlie B.

I have been finding it very difficult to sleep lately. I don’t really know why, exactly, but it is nearly 5 am and I have not yet had the urge to lay down. I feel like i should do something productive. Maybe I should write a blog.

I am getting anxious for my film Pipe Dream which I hope to shoot soon. I have to shoot a camera test maybe this weekend, but I am also having casting issues. In the meantime, whilst I feel that i have finally uncovered the plot key needed to make my rom-com gorilla screenplay work, at the same time I can’t seem to adequately write one of the opening scenes and establish certain crucial characteristics.

oh well.

This night i went out with some friends to see the movie “Les Heros de la Famille”

I was bored out of mind, and I have not seen such a poorly depicted homosexual relationship on film. It was as if the writer and director thought they were trying to reveal intimate moments in the mating habits of martians. The scenes were relatively cold, distant and borderline gratuitous (in more ways than one).

Later we went to a pub where a band was playing int he basement. They covered Creep. It made me very happy to hear it and I sang along. I think everyone in the bar sang along.

Maybe someday I can make something people will quote or sing or dance to. Something that really makes a connection with good people who I have never met.

now THATs a pipe dream.

 

in the days of wine and glory

So here I am. Sitting in my tiny apartment in the middle of an island in the middle of Paris. I have done little all day, besides update my blog archives. As I completed this task, I began to realize how stupid it was, not to mention a giant waste of time. I just got news that my friend will be working for thr Graham company in Italy next month, I am planning a short voyage to Italy. It will be good to see a decent dance show as well. Friday night I tried to help my friend Isa with her language learning CD-ROM. I was supposed to read french text with an American accent. I know what you are thinking, “Dave, how could you manage such a departure from how you normally speak?”

To be honest, I am not so sure myself, I just was able to manage. Actually, we did not completely finish, and I will have to go in to finish the recording soon.

In shitty news; my friend subleasing my place back in Brooklyn said I received an Summons of Non Compliance or something. Apparently the Kings County Courthouse sent me some jury summons. I did not get them. Now, it is some big deal where I am being fined. It is perfect timing that I would receive such a fine while I am not residing in the country.

In related news; this week I have a firm belief that I will finally receive my social security number here in France, so i can finally go to the doctor and get paid and all that.  Now the only thing left is my damn catre de sejour.

well that is all I will say today. I am thinking about reading some of my writing tomorrow at an open mic. I am a bit nervous, but i think it could be fun.

toodle-oo

 

the first of many

the many of firsts

 

la ville des lumières

Hello my children,

so it has been over 7 months and a lot has happened. I finished a couple short films, soon to be screening at no-name festivals around nowhere in particular. Keep your eyes open, that would help my self esteem.  After that I finished my work at the Hatch Billops collection, packed my things and found my way to GAY Paris. And oh is it ever that….Paris.  The language is coming slowly but i have been meeting some cool people. Not as fast as I would like. I had hoped before moving that there might be this underground private community of people who discuss politics, make art projects, and create philosophies in a basement someplace (in my mind they were all super attractive too). Four months have past and I still haven’t found it. Several people have told me eventually i should move to Berlin, where the health care is apparently just as good and rent is cheaper. It is now something i might consider.  I have not been creating enough here and it has made me a bit depressed. I need to get back to making something. anything. blaaaaah. btw. it is 230 am. I have a meeting in the morning at about 8 am and I have no feeling of fatigue in my body at all. In fact i just went for a walk around my neighborhood and it was dead as a doornail, but not I. I wonder if i can survive in a city that sleeps. that said, i am not done with Europe. I really think that after all is said and done i will either settle or return to Brooklyn. You know, once the price of real estate has gone down.  (wink wink. tug tug)  let’s see so what is there to say… nothing really. hell of a blog this was. raise your hands if you are bored.                             there. i raised both my hands. it is silly too because i have so much i could learn, but sometimes i am just not in the mood for studying.  There is this amazing feeling i have here, though, that even when i am not trying to learn anything if I am talking with people here I am in a constant state of intellectual growth. at least it feels that way.  hey, right now, i am going to sign off and try to read something. or eat something, or write something, or be something.

 

cinqo di mayo

Bonjourno, mes amis! Obrigado para coming!
I am logging again. same place, different computer. different footage. Tonight it is this footage of kids dressed up like animals, dancing. here is a rundown: the lion is a bit of a premadona and his mane keeps falling off, the monkey and the wolf are pretty fun dancers. the zebra is cluless as to how to move in any kind of rhythm. I think the tiger arrived at the shoot late because she did not show up in the footage until the second to last reel. Anyway, as you all can read, it is very very very very very very very very veyr veyre veuyffeuieyveyv evey ivueiuyvveyvieyv every very exciting. Actually the most annoying thing about capturing this piece is that it is a two camera shoot, so yes. i have to sit through and watch all of the “action” twice. These kids are cute sometimes, but it driving me crazy. You may ask, “Well david, why don’t you find another job” Good point. By asking that question, you have proven to me that you are an intelligent and critical fan (and I do think of my friendsters as “fans”) Well the answer to your impertinent question is this: I do have another job. About 4 other part time jobs and one full time job. And don’t try and tell me that being a single mother is not a full time job! It is just as important of a job as that guy who hangs outside the supermarket and asks for change. by the way, I am naming that guy employee of the month. Congratulations to this month’s Steve’s C-Town and Grocery Stores’ Mr. Spare Change. You may not have a home, Mister, but you sure know how to put a smile on my face*.

What ever happend to the good old fashioned Republican mayors who would keep NYC “clean” and ship all of the city’s homeless upstate? I mean where are my taxes really going? Schools? Health Care? Poppycock. I want my tax money going toward traditional american institutions, like killing people who aren’t white, and opressing the poor.

this lion kid is starting to get to me.
seacrest out.

*urinating on buildings/pooping in trash cans