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All packed up and ready to go to NYC
It's about time I got out of this rinky dink town for some place that would better suit my tastes
Of course, my camera and camcorder will be tagging along for purposes of fun with friends and goofy memories
Now let's see how I'll fare without a computer for a week! I've never have been without the Internets so long!
Sometimes I have these overwhelming feelings of peace and calmness settled right in the middle of some of the most stressful moments that everything is going to be ok
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So I' waiting waiting waiting for now in the J-Lounge, wasting time
before I can film the rest of my shots for visual storytelling. I
think we'll have a nice, short story that everyone in our class will be
able to connect to: apparently our section had the worst scores on our
camera tests, which every Broadcast I student has to pass before we're
allowed near the monsters. Luckily, I passed on the first try,
but
still I felt I had to ask Grigsby if he was sure he graded mine
correctly...anyhow, our story is pretty simple. When he handed us
this
assignment, I just about died, this is the kind of thing that I love to
do and my mind started turning over when I could start.
Immediately, I
started plotting storyboards on my scratchy, doodle-filled notebook,
and after a few ideas, we settled on this one. From the list of
themes, it's "You can't always get what you want, but if you try
sometimes, you get what you need." Some girl in our class thought
those lyrics were from Satisfaction...pfft!!! Anyways, again to
the
story. Basically, we're mocking that awful camera test (really, I
still heard people talking about how bad it was today, and we had to
have taken it about a month ago). I made up a fake test,
will have
Jason (by the way, playing as Grigsby, clad in his signature jeans,
woodstock shirt, and beard) fail and finally pass it after a little CPU
help. Nothing too
major, I just need to get something filmed as I'm stressing out about
school way too much, and I had hoped to see Matt soon but I don't know
if I'll be able to get all the things done that I need to, plus get
what I want to do ready for his B-day.
PS Dear if you're reading this then:
a) too bad, I am doing something for you for your birthday
b) you're not stressing me out, History of Am-J is, and
c) It is safe
Anywho, I'm fired up to get the rest of this done, and hopefully get a couple of papers written up tonght - gasp! - a little bit before they're due. As for history...sounds like some all nighters might happen this weekend so that there is a possibility for Rolla the next. Spring break in NYC can't come soon enough...the group and I had a little party at Megan's house last night, and we all had a fun time together, I think I've got a great bunch of kids there and we'll be doing some wonderful things.
So, because I don't want this to turn into such a "this was my day" blog, I guess I'll talk about the concert I went to the other night. The main feature (played second in the program) was a trio between a clarinetist, a pianist, and a violinist. I thought it was interesting how the concert was set up - the first piece had a clarinet with a piano accompanyment, and the last was violin with the pianist playing along as well. They were all very talented, but I had never seen a performer put so much of his body into the performance as well! Standing in the curve of the grand piano, the clairanetist wobbled back and forth during trills, swung his instrument in circles during rises and falls, creschendos and decreschendos. Even during the trio, when chairs were brought on stage, it looked like he was ready to jump up at any second, only to disappointadely slump back into the chair with another series of notes. It was a complete contrast to the much stiffer violinist, who I would have expected even more than the woodwind player to show some movement. The whole show reminded me of a weekend music festival I visited on little trip a couple of summers ago, with some very talented and hard working players.
Time to film, film, film away!
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Later: Filming went incrediblly well...I wish I could do this sort of thing for the rest of my life!!!
So despite jumping into things too fast (an awful habit that I tend to waver in and out of) with yesterday's question of the day post, I'd like to consider this blog entry an (in)formal introduction to this...blog? I'm still not sure if I've come to terms with calling it that. For me, the name brings to mind either a) long entries written by 13-year-old girls, chronicling either their popularity or lack thereof, or b) even longer entries that are at times too serious (or political) for my kind of interests. I hope this falls down between the ruthless two - I want a place to write thoughts, but in an insightful manner, and to record and come to terms and with my own thoughts and ideas. I guess a lot of it has to do with sharing some of my writings too, something I usually hate to do (and I'll probably end up making private entries because of this hesitation also).
I just realized that I am horrible with introductions. AWKWARD!!!
Now it's time for me to drop my procrastination sensations, get on that broken (yet unbrakeing...yes, the right brake is dead) sculpture of an accident waiting to happen, and spend some time at the concert hall. Tonight it's a classical trio to review
What was your favorite game to play at recess in grade school?
Submitted by Elisheva Chana.
Well...back in those simple days of elementary school, I REALLY liked Jurassic Park and DINOSAURS. My friend and I would spend too much time in his basement, whittling down the hours by playing with tubs full of every single officially licensed Jurassic Park action figures (i.e. jealous, but benefiting). Now, you wouldn't normally think that this kind of thing would completely transition to the recess setting. Maybe it could by pretending we were dinosaurs, who knows.
I guess we took things a little far. Our playground had the standards: a swing set, a jungle gym, climbing poles, a play structure with slides...and a small hill leading up to a plateau of a grass gym field. Countless hours were spent on that hill with chums of mine - not talking about dinosaurs, not being dinosaurs, but DIGGING for dinosaurs!!!! Needless to say, when I was a kid I wanted to be a palentologist (among other things). Not until we took a mighty chunk out of that good old piece of ground did the faculty notice, rush for the principal of the school, and officially have him tell us to quit it. Well, it was good while it lasted, and within that time we did find some old chicken bones (or were they??).
As I got older, the cool thing to do was be in the swing club, where whoever had the fastest legs would reign on those pendulums next to a line of elementary school crushes...
Recently, I went back to that elementary school. A new play
structure, the same old crappy blacktop, but what remains of our dig
site has been covered with a ploy to convert the area to cheap gravel
stair steps, leading up to that same field. But that doesn't
bother me, because I can't think of another way I'd rather spend my
recess days.
