Fifty-Eleven Days?
Nov. 30th, 2006 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueMy brain is full. Spent today literally running between school and the National Gallery to watch various films and hear various talks; for the next week of class, I'll be seeing student films back-to-back from 10 in the morning to five at night. (And it is night; it gets dark early here.) It's awesome, but I'm having trouble paying attention, as I am (unintentionally) deep into my own subliminal creative process; my composition book is full of cryptic notes like:
- Assyrian lion hunt. St. Sebastian martyred with arrows.
- brushing hair / cloth pulled apart. Braid?
- practice bowing; climb a ladder upside down
I may have been recruited to work on a television drama when I get back in late April, and in general people seem determined to keep working with me, more fool them. I realized that secretly, I may have been the producer of "Embers," although I was not the production manager. I'm not sure how to talk to the director about this, since he continues to relate to me as his producer and may not be aware that he does so.
Any of my brain that isn't currently taken up by film or nascent creative ideas is fully engaged in lusting after Ciro. Somehow, I still manage to make friendly conversation - conversation that, moreover, seemingly enriches people's lives on some deep level. If I knew the secret to this, I would share it with you. Maybe it's like the oracle at Delphi?
I'm fast approaching the time when I get to go home, and cleverly, I have set out an ordered priority list which I can refer to if I get too overwhelmed:
1. Sex
2. Food
3. Films
4. Start prank war
5. Gainful employment?
I suppose I should fit "Christmas presents" into the list somewhere, but I think Christmas will simply have to be postponed. Not just for me, but for everyone. Let's say...mid February. I'm sure the world and baby Jesus won't mind.
- Assyrian lion hunt. St. Sebastian martyred with arrows.
- brushing hair / cloth pulled apart. Braid?
- practice bowing; climb a ladder upside down
I may have been recruited to work on a television drama when I get back in late April, and in general people seem determined to keep working with me, more fool them. I realized that secretly, I may have been the producer of "Embers," although I was not the production manager. I'm not sure how to talk to the director about this, since he continues to relate to me as his producer and may not be aware that he does so.
Any of my brain that isn't currently taken up by film or nascent creative ideas is fully engaged in lusting after Ciro. Somehow, I still manage to make friendly conversation - conversation that, moreover, seemingly enriches people's lives on some deep level. If I knew the secret to this, I would share it with you. Maybe it's like the oracle at Delphi?
I'm fast approaching the time when I get to go home, and cleverly, I have set out an ordered priority list which I can refer to if I get too overwhelmed:
1. Sex
2. Food
3. Films
4. Start prank war
5. Gainful employment?
I suppose I should fit "Christmas presents" into the list somewhere, but I think Christmas will simply have to be postponed. Not just for me, but for everyone. Let's say...mid February. I'm sure the world and baby Jesus won't mind.
