Thursday, November 19, 2009

Frustration Station

Time: 1034
Location: A train to Bed Stuy
Weather: rainy. Cold
Mood: frustrated

Okay, so, tonight was a rough one in some respects. So, some of you may know that I recently accepted a full time job with a theatre in Northern Manhattan (read Harlem), and while I was very excited, the commute is getting me down. An hour, or more, each way. The biggest issue has been waiting for the train. At times, I've waited longer for a train than riding it... Maybe I'll go buy a car...

In other news, I have developed this voyeuristic desire to take pictures if couples on the subway, especially in this quad camera format in order to view their interactions over time. Here's a sequence:


















Cute. People over time. What particularly interests me is how people move and when they move. I know it seems like they just closer and more cuddly, but these pictures are spread out over the journey from the Village to Bed Stuy, and there are quite a few where the couple just doesn't move. At all. Staring straight ahead into nothingness. But there's the comfort there, this sense of physical closeness and a capability to enjoy another's body. They also never said a word while they were on the train. I admit to being a bit incredulous about the girl, she seems disconcertingly young. But I find it hard to accurately judge the age of anyone, especially females.

NYC Horror Fest Par-Tay of Horror!


Time: 1125
Location: the F train. En route to Manhattan
Weather: cold and wet, but muggy underground
Mood: cranky with gusts of bleh

Last night was the opening night party for the New York City Horror Film Festival. I attended the event, and I had a pretty good time. I met some really interesting people from all walks of life, including David Cross who is looking very beardy these days, and if the tears in his eyes were any indication, he's not a fan of bottom shelf tequila. Only the best for Mr. Cross.

The party was fashionably late, the doors opening almost an hour into the free beer hour. It's an interesting change to have the party late instead of the guests. BLVD, the venue, is a very swanky place. I can see why it's an in demand club location. Strategically placed booths, beautiful bartenders, and that magic combination of dance floor and bar where neither overpowers the space.

The live bands were pretty good, but I was looking forward to Witches in Bikinis (yes, a band). However, due to the late start, their drummer bailed and when I left, they had yet to go on, and it wasn't likely they would be going on...

If any of you are in the NYC area, this festival has some great things in store. I will be there most nights this week, hoping to get my socks scared off.

Oh, and best of luck to my new friend Nathan Cox who's film premieres tonight.

Now:




Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Time: 825
Location: the Bowery
Weather: cold and overcast
Mood: mildly bored




Forgive the shoddy photo, but the iPhone is not built for low light situations. This, dear reader, is the long line outside the Ultra Lounge in the Bowery where the opening night party is supposed to be. However, it seems that things are off to a bit of a slow start, and so we are waiting outside and schmoozing in the cold. Good thing it hasn't started raining. Was that a drop...?

A Progression of Love

7:40
On the J:










Your thoughts?

Just an update


To start, I have to just say that one of the most depressing aspects of the subway is that it looks the same at six am:



As it does at six pm:



Full disclosure, that last picture was taken at five pm, but I figure it's close enough.

Today, I am headed to the opening night party atfor the New York Horror Film Festival. As usual, the plus one that was so nicely given to me is going unused. I'm not exactly sure why I have such difficulty giving people free stuff, but I do. Despite the fact that horror films are not my genre of choice (years of being scared of the dark), I'm excited to see some independent horror films. I think they, moreso than many other film genres, have a real capablity to shed light on the views and feelings of contemporary society. What a culture defines as scary seems to be very telling, at least to me.

Okay, I will write more later, post-party writeup.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Building Up


Boy howdy, I seem to spend a lot of my time on trains these days; though would imagine that's the lot of the New Yorker. Or Londoner. Or, you get the idea.

Today, I'm going to talk a little about writing. Sometimes, the easiest way to begin writing something is to, as I call it, "Build it Up". This refers to a process of ever increasing blips of information. This is going to be a little hard to just describe, so I'm going to try my best to illustrate with a few ideas of my own here and there. Feel free to follow along at home. Or wherever you read this...

You start with an idea, a single sentence or a paragraph, maybe even just a collection of words or images or a theme you're interested in. I was listening to my iPhone the other day on shuffle, and there was a happy accident in the song order, and there were a number of rock songs sung by women in a row, and I thought, "I'd like to write a rock musical with female leads." That's my starting point, a rock musical for ladies.

I build that up by asking what the story is. In this case, this is also hitting me at a point where I'm still exploring adaptation and culturally relevant ideas from the past. I wanted to attach rock music and modern ideas to the story of something from ages past. So, I sat down and started reading fairytales, especially ones that have a female protagonist or have a high number of females as major characters. I came back with a little list, "Rapunzel", "Rumplestiltskin", "the twelve dancing princesses" and so on. All three of the stories mentioned really resonated with me, but I whittled the first two ou because they just didn't feel quite right. Rapunzel is an incredibly epic and disturbing tale, involving rape, pedophilia and kidnapping (at least the original version does) and while I'm intrigued, I didn't feel the music I was listening to (P!nk, Kelly Clarkson, et al) fit that tale.

I did, however, establish a connection with the twelve dancing princesses, especially after speaking to my comrade, Aub. I decided I would focus on contemporizing this tale. First, I had to find a modern analogy to a princess. While one can find a princess these days, it's difficult to find multiples, and they don't have the same cultural significance they had in the Grimm times. These days, I'd be more inclined to look at the girls you see on MTV's "My Sweet Sixteen," the eloi girls entrenched amongst the hyper-wealthy. Then, 12 is a pretty big number, and a tough place to start a cast size. 5. 5 dancing eloi perhaps. Or the five dancing socialites. Five sisters, the daughters of an exceptionally wealthy and right wing conservative father.

So then, we have a bit more of a concrete structure. It's not just a theme, I've expresssed some ideas, I've got notions of character, and in this case, an easy frame to build out from, the original fairytale itself. A little tweaking here and there and I have the foundation and the building can begin.

The next step is writing out the story, just the quick two page version, writing down all the elements that occur, but in a general way, not covering all the emotional aspects, just the facts Dragnet style. Jack confronts Lisa about her drinking.

From there, you put together a list of scenes, going through the whole play and writing what happens where and between whom. Jack and Lisa have an altercation in Lisa's living room.

Expand on the scene list, writing each beat that transpires in each scene. Jack enters, Lisa is already there. Small talk gives way to Jack berating Lisa about drinking. Lisa doesn't defend herself, until Jack makes a particularly biting insult. Lisa accuses Jack of irrational outbursts. Jack counters and we discover Jack's family has a history of alcoholism. And so on... Until the scene is completed in beats. Once that's done for the whole play, it's relatively easy to just fill in the dialogue.

Each step is just an incremental build from the last one, so it really never feels as difficult as trying to just sit down and crank out an entire script from the get go.

As I said, I don't write the same way for each project, sometimes I build it up, others it's just a perpetual blank page. For me it depends wholly on the story in question.

On a completely different note, here's where I ate lunch:



And here's what I had:



And this is right now:



A-Train.

Camera Questions

For a hot second, I enjoyed the sent from my iPhone tagged onto the bottom of each post, but I don't anymore. So, goin to take it off. No need to advertise for Apple until they start paying me.

To continue this iPhone chatter, the camera seems to have developed a strange little quirk in which it adds a healthy glow to light sources in frame.



I'm not sure why it is. I think it has been part of the phone since I got it. This phone is a replacement of my original, which stopped working in September. Anyway, the photo above is a good example, and while it's a little annoying, part of me likes the effect.

Bonus points if you can guess the station.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Evil evil hipster




It might be a little hard to see in the picture, but this hipster tart seems to have slaughtered a muppet in order to have her swanky green jacket. I have half a mind to organize a PETM protest, and tosses buckets of foam all over her. Color picture below.




- from my iPhone