Wednesday, August 22, 2007

thanks to maine

un petite monstre

new apartment and a new little beast

Monday, August 20, 2007

alumni.

all of these dudes came from the school i'm going to start in 2 weeks.... its stressing me out.
martin scorsese
spike lee
joel coen
morgan freeman
ryan fleck - half nelson
johnathan dayton and valerie fari - little miss sunshine
ang lee
jim jarmusch
susan seidelmen
oliver stone

there's a bunch more i don't feel like writing. its really exciting ... but i guess its still a man's world

i was going to put a bunch of trailers for some great films that have come out of the program - but here's just one of my favorites.


goodfellas

Friday, August 17, 2007

walking aimless

dave's in Maine till tomorrow. He's been gone for a week... its so wierd to be here alone. It's not even like I feel very lonley. It's wierd here because you're so constantly surrounded by people and things and noises that you don't feel alone. But I guess that would be different if I didn't have a guy coming back home to me. I have done basically a whole lot of nothing this week. I walked a lot. I walked through my neighborhood into this awesome neighborhood called Fort Greene. It's super diverse there - every race is there kicking it in rad restaurants and bars. Then I walked back down Atlantic Ave and there's this amazing cupcake bakery there where the cupcakes are just about the size of your face. Then over into a really wealthy part of brooklyn called Brooklyn Heights. There's these huge old mansion brownstones and trees and gardens and they sit along the water. Then the next day I went into Manhattan and walked up in Gramercy Park to look at this couch we're thinking about buying. We had this shitty experience wtih russian movers and now I'm all sensitive to russian intensity. Once I went into the shop and the Russian sales dude with a chin strap and pony tale started semi-yelling at me about buying the couch, I went into defense mode and ran out.
Akiva and I met up and I ate the bomb bagel and lox here:


and i watched this french film called Dans Paris at the IFC. It was good.... made me feel like I should probably live in Paris for a little while. This is not a new idea. I'll hopefully get there in a few years. There's this new series they're doing at the IFC next week called the New Talkies. I dunno... its this "new" wave of young filmmakers that use like zero money on their budgets and make really self conscious twenty-something films about 'coming of age' and work and relationships and stuff. It's totally a good subject and I actually like the sensibility and the look of the films. I just feel like the people making the films remind me of the same kids who dominated the editing rooms and theaters and stuff back in college. They're not quite gamers or thespians, thats harsh, but they're totally liberal art school nerdy white kids. Thats not a bad thing... I can't really explain what it is about them that bugs me. Maybe its partially that there isn't any diversity in their filmmaking. There doesn't have to be ... WHATEVER. here's the trailer for one of them that looks ok.


Tonite, maybe bbq at schuylers... I'm not sure. I'm ready for dave to be back. Everything is still in boxes ... transitional limbo continues.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

dear dreammaker

dave's show was awesome. it looked perfect in the space and tons of homies came out. it was kinda like sf again... in a really good way. adam played some beautiful music and ellery and sonny smith were supposed to play, but the super rich tenants above the gallery weren't having it. i guess they pay 10k a month, so they're allowed to shut down a show immediately. anyways, fecalface should have more fotos up soon. congratulations to dave - two weeks in and his own photo show in soho on one of the oldest, most famous and most expensive blocks in nyc.















Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Sunday, August 5, 2007

la casa

WE HAVE AN APARTMENT!

it's been a long, hard road friends. but we have one. my friend Akiva said we're typical Californians with how shocked we were at trying to get a spot ... everything you heard, is absolutely true: small (i mean, No room-like bathroom in the kitchen in the bedroom), bug invested, view to a brick wall or construction and price that at 2300. We almost applied for a spot in alphabet city... it was really pretty, actually, but we would have ultimately had to put down close to $7000 just to move in. so... i am kind of sad about not living in the city. Carrol Gardens is super nice though. Its where Al Capone got married too. Dave read that in a sandwich shop up the street. Mafia shit has always intrigued me, so thats a plus. outside, old italian dudes hang out in lawn chairs and smoke and drink and talk. we walked up to Court street which is where stuff is and a little jazz band was playing in a courtyard. there's gardens in front of every brownstone. it's nice.... its grown up, but its also super charming. PLUS, we have space. We have space for you to visit.. which i'm really happy about. everything we saw before, you would have had to sleep in our closet, standing up.
Yesterday, Kyle, his roommate, me and Dave took Don's car to jersey to go to ikea. it took 3 HOURS just to get out of the city. and,seriously, we were only like 15 blocks to the tunnel. the traffic was unreal. we were just about to enter the bridge when the car went under empty, so we had to get out of line and get gas - all the way across town. gas stations are wierd here... i can't really explain it, besides, its pretty uninteresting. By the time we got through the tunnel and onto the turnpike it was like 5 pm, when Don wanted his car back. sucky. sorry don. I loved driving there tho, because everything reminded me of the Sopranos intro, and in all honesty, i believe its the best written drama on TV since....i couldn't tell you what. here's what our drive looked like:

today is target day.... and then unpacking.... and then i have to read 12 books and watch 40 films before the 28th. i have this horrible fear that i'm going to completely flunk out, so i need to get started immediately.





Thursday, August 2, 2007

blow your cool

every day, dave and i get on the wrong train. it's so fucked up. every time, i totally look around and make sure no one saw us go back up the 3 flights of stairs to where we started out at. and then dave yells fuck and is sweating profusely because i made him wear pants. this was pretty much wasted logic. i thought that we had to look nice to get a spot to live, you know, play a certain part- VERY WRONG. you can be a fucking scumbag as long as you have 40 times your rent and good credit. plus, Anyone and Everyone is a broker. and they are some of the scummiest of the scumy. its a big bummer we even have to use them because they make you feel like shit, tire you out and basically create a general feeling of hysteria and desperation. this week has been pretty bad. its good to see homies, but i'm mostly stressed about a bunch of other shit to really have a good time. and i feel guilty spending a dollar right now. today it was 90 degrees. so, thats bad but when its 90 degrees and there's absolutely no air and its sticky and hellish in china town, you want to die. we kind of always joke about jumping in front of trains, but its really not that funny.
there was a rapist in the lower east side. i made it a point to tell people about it. some people just don't want to scare you, but ultimately i want to know. he was assaulting women at like 4 am. one girl was being attacked and her boyfriend saw what was happening in the hallway from the street. he broke the glass of the door and starting screaming at the perv. i thought this was amazing. anyways, the guy just got caught. he worked just at 11th street and ave a. FUCKED UP.
DAVE'S BIRTHDAY just happened..... we had a great dinner... we saw a film.... it was raining, but it was nice.... and then we met up with friends..... i think things will only get better from here. i'm positive.