moooooooncakes.

If this post sucks it's because I haven't been sleeping very much.

As promised: Earlier in the week I kinda cried in class after Daniel played a song he wrote for his Dad.
Not.
Cool.
I was overtired and well, you guessed it, pre menstrual.

I also had meltdown after my slides for cinematography came back with NO EXPOSURE. Um, I think my BFA degree has photography somewhere in the title.

Cheesy beefy melt makes me think of Ginny.

Karl and I shot a movie last night. It's a French film.

I am a boy.

Shrimps

Benjamin Rogers to me
show details 10:01 am (28 minutes ago)

skrumps,

do you think you can actually borrow a microphone from 'the
institute?' and _______ a mic cable from them (that XLR to XLR kind)?

skrimps


Lindsey Martin to Benjamin
show details 10:35 am

Dear Shrumps-

Yes. I think I might be able to manage something.
I cannot WAIT to record tijauna taxi (a cappella).
I'll take 2 tracks (one dedicated to my mouth steel drum)
you'll take 2 tracks (as long as you don't fuck it up)
If you don't go to Arlington, we should get it recorded this weekend. I'm anxious to send out the demo.

Sincerely,
Shrimps


(ps I will be posting a real chunk this weekend full of photos and stories including the one about the time I cried in colloquium. which was last night.)

First Shoot

I was surprisingly calm (except for when I locked myself out of the house minutes before the shoot).
Molly let me put chips on her boob.
Karl broke the camera I did not.
It took 3 hours and I got a sunburn.
I know what a camera log is now and it is boring.
(Tim took these pics and sent them to me. I don't know him.)


I'm keeping my fingers crossed that someone will show a clip from Raising Arizona for thier presentation tonight. I have a feeling it will not happen.
My fly was down for 3/4ths of the day again.
I think it's these pants.