my stupid thoughts

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.

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.

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the many of firsts