He was a good balloon; always finding something to smile about. His joy was infectious. Everything went straight to his head, though, but that meant the highs were really high. Too bad we developed a mean streak and made him ride the eleven hours home in the trunk. Like we were sneaking him into a drive-in movie. Rusty. I don't blame him for jumping. He left him and forgot him.
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I appear to have greatly disappointed Eric on my account. Sorry, bud. I will strive for better. It is funny that you mention "Matt" and "cocaine" in the same paragraph. When we lost Mary for half an hour, and I was on the phone with you, E, she appeared at the end of the hallway, with some guy walking with her. I said "I found Mary" and asked this dude who he was. His name was Matt. Later we found out that Mary had run into him and told him she wanted to party. He offered her some blow and she refused. He thought that's what she meant by "party." But then said, almost as an afterthought, "good, since I don't have any and don't know where to get some. Here have this Coors Light instead." Something to that effect. She came sauntering back into the bar with her Rocky Mountain Bullet and was told by our waitress Farah to get rid of it, since it was bought outside the bar. BTW, Farah gave us nothing but shit the whole time, about the ceiling fan on high to Dave stopping drinking, to Mary's contraband. What a night.
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So my current favorite song is "Bus Ride" by Rocco DeLuca and the Burden. You should check it out. Great summer song in the same way that the Damnwells sound best during June. Slow, melodic, great hook, a litte warbly, like a musical version of the book "Lake Effect."
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Mary and I went out to dindin tonight with our old high school counselor, Frank, and another friend of ours, Justin. We went to Emilio's Sunflower Bistro in LaGrange, and as these dinner usually go, spent way more money than we probably should have. But we both agreed that we are more comfortable dropping such cash on a great meal than on an article of clothing or something. Sure the dinner is transient and whatever else you buy lasts a hell of a lot longer, but man, food is really all that counts. When you think about it, you need food to live and you don't need stuff at all. So there. The thinnest argument for good food I can think of.
Scott, Lenertz is going to let me know, but we're planning a group meal at the Kerry Piper around May 25th. He specifically asked me to call you. Instead I'm posting it on my blog.
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Does anyone else watch "24?" Because it was hilarious this week. Great episode in terms of suspense and tension, etc., but I laughed out loud as Chloe twice tasered that guy. She makes the weirdest faces.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Sunday, April 30, 2006
LOOK WHO'S BACK. BACK AGAIN.
Well, hello there. It's been too long. How've you been? I've been alright, but have definitely missed this contact we have here. All three of us.
I was in Oklahoma last weekend, to attend the Barebones Film Festival, which Matt's short, "Flare Gun," was shown. Not sure if I made the distinction here before or not, but I only had minimal effort with this shoot, unfortunately. I worked on the first "Flare Gun," and on the first day of this second one, but most of the footage we shot was unusable due to the crazy wind targeting Naperville. The next day, Jeff, Mary and Matt did all the pick-ups and re-shoots as it was a calm, though cold, day. I was off feasting on turkey and such at my family's "Fake Thanksgiving," which I had walked across broken glass to arrange, as I was going to be out of town on the actual holiday. Graciously, Matt gave me a credit and a thanks in the final, submitted, film, though I wish I could have done more. Next time, I'm there all the way.
During my 26 or so hours in The Sooner State, I texted Eric with the news that "this [trip] will be my return to blogging." It has taken me a week and a day, but I suppose my statement still stands up. But, now that I am back, I am finding it a little difficult to come up with interesting words and stories worthy of cyberspace. I think blogging is best as an immediate medium. Insta-blogging, as they call blogging in real-time, is a little ambitious and certianly doesn't much apply to me and my site, but it's given me an appreciation for those that chain themselves to their keyboards; it takes wild horses to bring me to mine.
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The film fest was a lot of fun, though we really only saw the student film section and then cut out for some much-needed sleep. After we woke up, we went to dinner at the only in-town restaurant, then went to the only bar we could find and planted ourselves for the night. We found ourselves at the Roxy Theatre at midnight, talking to some guy who kept saying that the balcony looked like a bathhouse. Then Jeff knocked over a whole row of seats while downstairs, someone's film was premiering. We then promptly left, went to the hotel and called it a night. The long drive home faced us in the mid-morning. It was both a long and short couple days, but it was a great time.
I was in Oklahoma last weekend, to attend the Barebones Film Festival, which Matt's short, "Flare Gun," was shown. Not sure if I made the distinction here before or not, but I only had minimal effort with this shoot, unfortunately. I worked on the first "Flare Gun," and on the first day of this second one, but most of the footage we shot was unusable due to the crazy wind targeting Naperville. The next day, Jeff, Mary and Matt did all the pick-ups and re-shoots as it was a calm, though cold, day. I was off feasting on turkey and such at my family's "Fake Thanksgiving," which I had walked across broken glass to arrange, as I was going to be out of town on the actual holiday. Graciously, Matt gave me a credit and a thanks in the final, submitted, film, though I wish I could have done more. Next time, I'm there all the way.
During my 26 or so hours in The Sooner State, I texted Eric with the news that "this [trip] will be my return to blogging." It has taken me a week and a day, but I suppose my statement still stands up. But, now that I am back, I am finding it a little difficult to come up with interesting words and stories worthy of cyberspace. I think blogging is best as an immediate medium. Insta-blogging, as they call blogging in real-time, is a little ambitious and certianly doesn't much apply to me and my site, but it's given me an appreciation for those that chain themselves to their keyboards; it takes wild horses to bring me to mine.
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The film fest was a lot of fun, though we really only saw the student film section and then cut out for some much-needed sleep. After we woke up, we went to dinner at the only in-town restaurant, then went to the only bar we could find and planted ourselves for the night. We found ourselves at the Roxy Theatre at midnight, talking to some guy who kept saying that the balcony looked like a bathhouse. Then Jeff knocked over a whole row of seats while downstairs, someone's film was premiering. We then promptly left, went to the hotel and called it a night. The long drive home faced us in the mid-morning. It was both a long and short couple days, but it was a great time.
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