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[Nov. 22nd, 2004|05:02 pm] |
Hey all,
well this is a casting call. I want to shoot a movie this upcoming break, and i'm looking for a guy and a girl who would be willing to act, you don't need to be around on the same day, i just need someone whose relatively flexible and willing do deal with my rather whimsical attitude towards filming. It would probably take about 3 hours altogether, if anyone is interested that would be cool...no real acting talent is neccesary, it's hard to explain, but there is no dialogue. If you're interested reply.... |
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[Nov. 21st, 2004|11:17 am] |
I've had sort of a quiet and contemplative weekend. I had a rather odd saturday, and i spent the majority of the day sort of working, and then in the afternoon i walked around soho and a bunch of fringe book stores, i then met up with some people, went on an odd excursion to dumbo, walked around in the rain, came home, and read a whole book in one sitting. (The Stranger). It's now sunday morning, i have two essays to write, one of which seems to not have a topic or a page number attached to it (ap english...does anyone know what the hell it is?) I wrote a page in the short story i'm working on, thought about articles for my counter-culture journal (tentatively titled Libertad), read 40 pages in Down and Out in Paris in London, which i just resumed reading again, and now am listening to music and brooding. I'm still in debate over whether to get an eyebrow piercing, because i think it would look cool, but everyone's probably going to accuse me behind my back of imitating tom chung, and really i just want to shove a piece of metal through my eyebrow. It's funny, the title of the cd i'm listening to k\now is "manic Expressive".... Hooray, well im gonna go off and read some revolutionary ravings by Emma Goldman. (at the moment i'm reading "Marriage and Love".. to give you an idea here's a quote "Marriage and love have nothing in common; they are as far apart as the poles are; in fact, antagonistic to each other." Goddamn, tuesday night is going to be odd, Grace Church School reunion... at least i'll get to see my old chums again. Hooray for nihilism!
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." |
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