bored out of my miiiiiiiind

It is 3am on Friday morning and I have been logging footage for this animation lab/post house since around 8pm. “What kind of footage?” you may ask. and I would not honor your question with an answer. Because I am bored, and tired and sick and I want to go home. I give up. It’s zoo footage. Now leave me alone so that I can complain to you in peace. GO AWAY! Are you gone? OKay, good. Now, listen closely. I hate this siutting around of my skills crap. By myself. alone. in the middle of manhattan. Why can’t I be making something cool, like making tons of money or making out with hot babettes or something. That is a rhetorical question. Please answer on your own time when you are far away. (which you shoudl be ((see above)) )

okay well i had all this sweet witty tongue twister stuff to write, but in the time it toook for me to write this much, the tapes have finished capturing, so solong suckas. I am going back home to brooklyn. EAT ME!

sorry. I really do love you all.
ps. my mohawk has grown intoa nice young fauxhawk. be proud. i’m not.
later.
-daviewavwey

 

dia mia presidente

Today is president’s day. Let us take time from our busy
schedules to worship the current dictator in office. Hurrah Harrah
Nub-shi-numblarblarr. The royal chant is complete, now we can move on to more
important things like…. um… SHOPPING! Actually I had a whole day planned of working
from home, contracting a sinus infection, and debilitating myself with a bad
migraine. Instead my plans were foiled and I feel great, got a lot done, and
had a relaxing day. I have also been able to avoid any and all sarcasm because
my life is just so wonderful and I am just super special and handsome and smart
and rich and not fair-skinned. And that’s the truth.

On Wednesday I will go in to a make-up/effects person to be fitted in a new
face for a film I am shooting on Saturday. I am a little concerned, because in
order for this woman to make me look 50 years older, she may need me to shave
my head. I am not opposed to it, but since I started growing my hair long, I
have received the first ever compliments about my appearance in my life. I am
conflicted as to whether I should be vain and sacrifice the project, or try to
find a timely solution that allows me to keep my hair. Hmm. I can’t decide. I
put the decision to you, my faithful readers. The audience of this blog may
post their comments. The votes will be tallied and ignored and a new hair
candidate will be sworn in under authoritarian rule at a later date. Good luck.
Rock the vote!

 

I feel like we’ve met

Everyone gather ’round….
If you are actually reading this, then you are me. if you are not me, then I am flattered, surprised, and offended. please respect my privacy and continue reading. I had a very busy, very producing, very tiring last couple of days, and I can tell you(me) that it feels good.  For a long time, I have been working my ass off for no real creative outlet other than that of my employer(s). Do not get me(you) wrong, I enjoy the work I(you) have been doing, but there is something different, something special(me), something more rewarding about writing and producing and collaborating on personal work.

This is not, and should not be, of any note. It is just what i was thinking about 20 seconds ago and now I am thinking something completely new. It’s this: "blaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrepopjo sapllwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwouiorwiyuiuuuiuiujd" Don’t ask me what that means, because that would be weird to ask yourself a question out loud. Have you ever noticed how that always happens in movies? The answer is yes, because I know your thoughts, because you’re me, idiot. Sorry, I mean, I’m the idiot, not you(me), but me(you). That bothers me in movies. It’s like every thought a character has, when alone, is expressed verbally …in words. I don’t think I even think in words. (see above) I mean I am not sure. I really don’t know. Really! I can’t understand the language my thoughts are formed in. It makes thinking very difficult. I am sure if I verbalized my thoughts more when I was alone for the benefit of an audience, I would be a more concise, effective communicator. …
Dear Diary,
You don’t exist. I know this because i do not own a diary and I have never written in one (at least not my own). Have you met my blog? She’s nice, you should really get to know her, but sadly you can’t. You don’t exist.
Love,
Me(you)

 

thanksgiving 2005

Today I got car sick on the way to the hudson valley and had make my friends stop the car so I could vomit on the side of the road. I am thankful that they stopped.

 

Thu, June 10, 2004 8:22 PM

Over two months. How Often I have briefly glanced at you, my blog, but only had a moment to reflect, not even a minute to update.

This has been a hectic time for me. My Job as Assistant Clubhouse Coordinator at Grandstreet Settlement ends tomorrow. My roommate, Graham, has moved out and moved in with his girlfriend, Gineen. Christian has continued to only show up once a month to pay bills, and no one really objects. My new roommate, Safahri, finally was able to get his stuff here from The Bronx. On Monday I received an e-mail from the folks at the Melbourne Underground Film Festival in Australia. They apparently really liked Exquisite Corpse and have it programmed to show on the 17th of July.

This news is very exciting to me and I am considering traveling out to Melbourne for a week for the festival, if I can afford it.

I went to the MUFF V website last night and was taken back quite a bit by their promotional images. I e-mailed the festival director asking him to explain. Here is what he had to say:
“The image this year is meant to be a little shocking I guess and convey ceratain ideas about our theme. Then again it is meant to stand on its own and mean nothing on another level. Last year we had image of Gilles Peress of an IRA terrorist for our politics theme. This year our theme is violence so we have a hyper real shot of woman spanking her own ass. There is censorship laws here that forbid any kind of S&M imagery so we are pushing that envelope sure down under. But we are also saying. Is this violence? I think not. What is sexual violence then? All these kind of things come from the image. If people don’t like it, they should ask why, what moral hang ups make this image a problem? We like that here at MUFF and deliberately provoke with our catalogue and program. At MUFF we believe in freedom of speech, thought and are quite amoral, we play hard core pornography alongside traditional underground and avant guard work. We make no value judgement between underground film, exploitation cinema, pornography and erotica, indepedent film, genre film and B movies; to us they are all interesting and worthy of examination and viewing.”
I think I agree with some of that. But I have questions about some of it too–which is what they are looking for.

I received a disturbing e-mail today form my friend Leah, warning people that NYC has news that there will be a terrorist attack on 6/11. (The Madrid train was 3/11 and the WTC was 9/11–in case you have been out of it for the past 3 years) A lot of what the e-mail said was rather frightening but made some sense. The e-mail had a point about scheduling Friday as the day to honor Ronald Reagan so that many people (conservatives mostly) would not be at work and would not take the train. If there is a terrorist attack tomorrow, it would be pretty fucked up that they just let it happen, in order to prevent hysteria. The last time they did the same thing, and it just created mass hysteria, which gave the Bush cabinet the elbow room to do what they want.

That is my rant about that e-mail I was in Boston and Providence a couple weekends ago. My first time in either place. Both decent cities. When in Boston I was fortunate to hang out with some members of Socialist Alternative. They were having a nationwide convention out there. Most of the folks I liked, and the literature I have read looks appealing. I am seriously considering joining the organization once I get back from my upcoming trip.
On Saturday I fly to MN for my friend’s wedding. I have known her since I was in elementary school. It is sort of weird when I think about it, but I am super happy for her, and I can’t wait to see her and her family again. I have not seen any of them for about five years, I think.
Well, I have quite a bit of work to get done tonight, so I’d better go.

Happy Birthday Blog, you are One Year Old.