I picked up the quarter.
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So, It’s An Obsession
September 9, 2009 – 8:00 AM
There’s a quarter on my carpet. It’s fallen out of a pocket. All I can do is stare at it. I’m afraid to pick it up, so there it stays. I keep thinking about it. I won’t stop, never mind can’t. So there it stays. Penny’s are lucky, but quarters? What are they? Luckier, you’d think. Better deal, you’d assume. More potential, ample possibility. That’s not what I think when I think of it, when I look at it, when I consider its place there, on the carpet. I think only that its there and what am I supposed to do with it? Picking it up would be an admission. Picking it up would prove its tangibility, which I can’t afford. The irony of this makes me angry, but I won’t touch it.
So there it stays.
Such Great Height
February 2, 2009 – 8:00 AM
I have two distinct bruises on my right ankle for a reason that actually makes me feel good. As strange as it sounds to feel good about any kind of bruise, these two are comforting.
Cheerleading practice today was rough, rigorous and more intense than I’ve been used to. Pyramids were fumbled, one-legged stunts were wobbling and Coach cursed us out for not practicing the dance portion. I feel absolutely drained of everything; energy, willingness, etc.
But back to the bruises, which mean a whole lot in their painful discoloured forms.
They mean someone was taking care to hold on as tight as they could; to make sure I would never fall when it mattered most. My life, for those moments, was being held precariously in their grip and it makes me smile to realize that it was certainly a tight one.
Film Production in Tight Spaces
February 1, 2009 – 8:00 AM
I wrote a film for a friend so that she could become a full member of ACTRA, something that has been causing her some grief for the past year or so. It’s not a particularly deep or inspiring film, but my intent was something light and quirky, kind of awkward and chuckle-worthy. I don’t expect guffaws or side-splits, and I spent a lot of time trying to make clear to the director that it wasn’t supposed to be silly.
In any case, I chose to set it in a closet. The chosen closet happened to be the decently-sized walk-in in my mother’s master bedroom. Fortunately, quite a few people who I’ve mentioned the film to seem to find the closet aspect rather interesting. Unfortunately, shooting in an honest-to-god closet space that was not built specially for a film shoot, seems to pose some difficulties.
I will say though… I am impressed with our director/director of photography/lead male/editor (think he has too much on his plate?) to be able to make it work in such a strange space. I haven’t had a chance to peek at any of the footage, for, as I am the lowly writer, I’m not much use on the set; especially one as cramped as ours. Maybe tomorrow I’ll ask for a look-see. I have a feeling though that whatever it is I’ve envisioned is not what will be present on screen. Hopefully, though, it will be better.
A Brief Note on Winter Driving
January 30, 2009 – 8:00 AM
Driving on my Island is especially difficult. And that’s even before you add in the twenty-five centimeters of snow. With the white-wet-presumptuous fluffies in the mix, the idiots who brandish their steering wheels as over-compensation are even less forgiving.
Admittedly, the amount of driving experience that I possess is not enough to brag about, but I ponder over the mental power of those who decide that speeding through a snow storm is a positive course of action. If planes can’t manage, what makes them think that their rear-wheel drive piece of junk will?
It’s fine if they don’t consider their own safety anything worth slowing down over, but it’s a shame to think that those who do, all of us slow-and-steady goers, might end up with whip lash and a crushed back bumper because of it.
Further proof that we all just need to slow down, I guess.