From August 8th 2005

Weekend

 

When me and my girlfriend broke up, I made a conscious decision not let any one woman become the center of my social life. So I’m already a bit disappointed in myself, that I’m already falling into that pattern with Katja, and that I don’t even realize it until she goes out of town.

 

Luckily this weekend kinda filled itself without me having to make a lot of plans.

 

Friday:

Cindy had tickets to see the movie King of the Corner, Peter Rigert’s directorial debut. Peter was in town promoting it and doing a Q&A after the movie. The movie turned out to be really good and I mentioned in the Q&A that I’m an aspiring filmmaker myself, and he says, “Let’s talk more, later.” And I’m thinking, “Yeah, right. Whatever.” But after the Q&A was over, me him and Cindy hung out for like an hour, talking about Hollywood, acting and independent film. Then we drove him back to his hotel. Really nice guy.

 

Then we went back to Cindy’s and talked. It was cool, cause haven’t talked much at all since she moved to Kentucky and haven’t had a real conversation about our lives in ages. She asked me how being with a pagan affects my faith, and it threw me for a loop. No one has mentioned “my faith” in years. (I think it was a conversation with   at the old Meshuga, shortly before going to an S&M play party.) We started talking about religion and that went on until 4 am. 

 

Saturday

Went to pick up some contact sheets. The store that does my prints didn’t have batteries for my light meter, so I went to Schiller’s. Schiller’s didn’t have grease pencils so I went to Dick Blick. Then I went to the TV station  to log some footage I shot of the Olympic Marathon Trials from last year that I’m gonna edit into a promo for the station. I haven’t shot any sporting evens since the homecoming game sophomore year of high school, so I was very happy that I got some decent shots.  Happier still, cause while I was logging tapes I discover a scene from Nighthawks that I thought had been lost forever when the computer at Forest Park crashed. Not having to re-cut that scene will probably save me a couple weeks of post production. I think the universe is trying to tell me to finish the damn movie already.

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