June 2002
Thursday, June 27
Tuesday, June 25
This afternoon I had the distinct esteemed unique and exclusive, overall pretty cool special honor of having the phrase uttered in my vicinity (somebody said it to me):
“You’re gonna be stuffed on Starbursts when you have to eat my porkchop”
So I think wow, surely nobody has EVER said that, or ever will again.
She just laughed at me, because I’m a retard.
Monday, June 24
hmm
Saturday, June 22
Don't look into the darkness,
if you want to see true black.
Look into a morning's brightness,
when love isn't coming back.
And you will find there is a darkness,
..that blinds.
And don't think wealth is ever having,
all you want,
all to yourself.
It is found when you are giving,
what you have to someone else.
The only difference,
between the rich and the poor,
is a satisfied mind.
Friday, June 14
A friend of mine once told me, "don't even think about getting married until you've been to Norway"
Ok let's go. I'll be back in a couple of years.
I think I've got most of everything I'll need. Preparation of course, is the key. Plans of course, are to depart in three months. Language barriers of course, shall be overcome. Surely there can be found a definitive booklet, detailing fast and easy translation from Southern Redneck US English ..to something approaching Fluent Conversatinal Norwegian. In the way of minor detail, ..somebody wire me an inordinate amount of cash for small things like dining and accommodations and flights.
Monday, June 10
Driving to and from Little Rock on I-30 is a full time job in itself. Julie was right. Lately I’ve been slipping away around 3:00 to avoid the rush hour traffic. An hour’s drive can easily turn into a 2-hour profanity session if you happen to head home anytime around 4.
Today the place checkered up with super dark thunderstorm clouds interspersed with sunny blue skies. You drive through 10-second patches of downpour and near-pitch-darkness, then bust out from under the cloud somewhere around seventy miles an hour into sunny brightness and sticky air that gets in your truck even with the windows closed. You can taste it in your mouth. You can eat this kind of southern humid air with a spoon or even a spork.
For the past few days I’ve been hanging around in the duplication department upstairs. I’d never really thought about the scenario of spending 30 grand on a television commercial ..much less the possibility of the footage or the finished spots getting ruined or degraded by shoddy duplication or faulty equipment. It could happen.
All kinds of new stuff. Digital Betacam Tapes, or Digi-Betas, dubbing 30 vhs cassettes at a time, learning about laying bars and tone, time code stuff.
In a really backwards way, I’m learning about nonlinear editing before I have any idea how the whole linear thing goes. Who cares.
Footage from a lawyer, I guess for a court case, getting dubbed, ..a kid who looks to be five or six. He’s going through a physical and they’re making him jump rope and handle objects of various sizes. He has a hard time picking up and depositing checkers into a slotted hole on top of a bucket. Evidently his forearms got really messed up either through an accident or a botched post-accident surgery. Apparently having great difficulty with the simplest of tasks, the footage will demonstrate to the jury that this kid and his family are entitled to a large settlement of cash.
Also getting duplicated are several fishing show tapes. Some exec wants a copy or two. Or three or four. Or how many did you say? Who would want that many copies of a man catching fish.
On the screen below that is academic interview of a ww2 veteran. He was manning a machine gun on an American warplane when it was shot down over Germany. Nazi soldiers pulled him out of the wreckage and placed him in a military hospital where he would spend several years not understanding “a single thing anybody was saying.”
So the two guys who know what they’re doing are overseeing the multiple dubbings and I’m peeling off and sticking labels on appropriate tapes and cases and switching the volume back and forth between the 70% forearm usage kid, some guy in a fishing boat continuously switching corporate sponsor baseball caps and discussing plastic worms, and an old military man describing the horrors of losing his buddies and the oddity of eating Wiener Schnitzel in a foreign hospital bed.
But really just an average intern day followed by another boring drive home. It rained.
Thursday, June 6
Wednesday, June 5
Sometime, eventually, in my lifetime, if I'm lucky and persistant and sufficiently annoyingly focused and enthused to the extent necessary, ..I want to take a photo like this.
or this.
later that same day,
..or this.
Saturday, June 1
Charlotte and Jerome.
Mexico to Canada.