$1000 per day

apparently the cunning video-grapher can be payed by CBS or whoever airs the god damned golf tournament about $600/day flat 8 hour rate plus expenses plus overtime, which means, the average shooter who hustles his ass off chasing down all 72 holes can expect about on average nearly $1000/day before taxes. For mother fucking television!
incredible. Apparently that is why people try to work on films. Or never work on films, right? I mean if I continually got work shooting golf tournaments I’d probably just be a fat video-grapher based out of South Carolina continually binge drinking at the club houses and cavorting with uncouth aristocratic sorority debutante sluts of the Swanee dreams.

In other news Andrew Starner is a maniac and I love him. It makes me sad that I’m moving from DC, but I’d hope after Paris he’d find his way back to New York, where I’m being poisoned rather quickly by asbestos covered pipes, where I need to leave, right away, I don’t think Zoe would put me up for a week, Renee Davis in Harlem might, but Conor and Stephen should, so maybe I’ll hash out these final two weeks and really look _hard_ for something less toxic.

Oh yeah. The 48 hour film project here in Arlington of all god awful places seems to be going pretty well. We’ll find out tomorrow in the edit suite. Don’t fuck with asbestos.

skateboard, nollie 360-flip

so I decided to help assist Jon with his photo shooting/skateboarding today in and around Brooklyn. I’d say it’s mostly driving with skaters, getting to a spot, skating around, then maybe after a couple of hours of this, finding a good enough spot, perhaps shooting a photo. I did get to skate some underneath the BQE and did an ollie-manual onto a little foot high tabletop. nothing crazy. my nollies looked pretty good. my flip tricks were poor. it is fun to dress up like Darren though.

maggie, films, Amber, burlesque, Staten Isl, no internet, rain

Stephen finally called on Saturday, while I was about to watch Adam Grossi a fellow TJ alum of ’99 who had a short personal film project screened at the Brooklyn Underground Film Festival. Zoe’s Stephanie was there. Lara Hoke too. Adam seems focused, it was a very meditative piece cut together of his dad’s home movie footage from youth. Back to Manhattan to eat with Amber and Stephanie, malaysian, then the burlesque show in the EV with Stephen et al. Conor was somehow in Aruba, but came back today, saw him in the Park on 8th ave and B. The free internet was cut off by the 5th floor. I still don’t have a computer, and need more focus. That’s about all I can say.
Maggie McElwain was in town as well. She cut my hair. She’s really a teriffic young woman. I hope she and Matt get hitched one day. She said they might consider getting married in some pagan voodoo temple.
Zoe’s friend from Chile is here, they speak in rapid hispanic utterances. It was raining tonight as I rode swiftly to her Greenpoint villa with the fear of death in me, thank you Brooklyn.

oui

Catch Me If You Can, and all of Leo’s glory is better I think, in French. With the French subtitles my language comprehension goes up.
It’s raining and Maggie M. is here in the city this weekend after Hoboken, NJ last night. I’m a little worried about getting out of here, finding something better, want space to work on projects what, maybe a full time job. The skate photo art show last night was funny, along with art openings in SoHo. I could go into detail, but it suffices to say that with an MFA you too could hang out in SoHo wearing fake leather jackets and critiquing shows. But I have none of that, so instead I’ll vie for urbancougar.com instead.

yes to Harlem. yes to bagels.

another bicycle ride up north to 181st, started across the Williamsburg bridge, up the Hudson river trail from 15th all the way up under the GW bridge to Jersey. It was a good day for it. Maggie said last night she’d be in Hoboken on Friday, and here in Brooklyn this Saturday. Charlie I’m sorry I’m missing your birthday party. I smell and feel sweaty, so a shower is in order, but NY is pretty fun to bike around presuming you stay out of bizarre projects like Red Hook.

yes to Harlem, yes to bagels.

another bicycle ride up north to 181st, started across the Williamsburg bridge, up the Hudson river trail from 15th all the way up under the GW bridge to Jersey. It was a good day for it. Maggie said last night she’d be in Hoboken on Friday, and here in Brooklyn this Saturday. Charlie I’m sorry I’m missing your birthday party. I smell and feel sweaty, so a shower is in order, but NY is pretty fun to bike around presuming you stay out of bizarre projects like Red Hook.

14,000 things happy, still not dead

Zoe and I made it. Took the fixed gear for a spin today. Here is a recap from today, I really don’t want to talk about the move except to say that my parents no longer have any of my belongings, and that all I own fits into a 5’x5′ storage locker, and that Zoe’s place is nice and cute and I think she’ll be a much happier commuter.

As taken from the 14,000 Things to Be Happy About book on the beside table of what used to be my childhood room:

1407…

bicycling across the Brooklyn Bridge while talking to Matt Johnson for free using Skype on a spring day.

Nearly getting killed by a car full of hoodlums in Red Hook projects, but _not_.

All of Brooklyn Heights historic district, including esplanade above double decker BQE

Couples riding fixed gears in the East Village park.

Riding home across the Williamsburg bridge and successfully navigating my way home w/o a map!

moving

Zoe said she’d be here soon and then we get the truck, and load up possessions and then we go north, tomorrow morning. i don’t know about you, but i sure love to move. and to think, I’ll be doing it a few more times. man i hope those storage facilities in Brooklyn are clean and nice, and not full of pigeon and rat poop.

no sleep

couldn’t sleep in the monk room. every item I own is in a box and my pajama bottoms are up in Darren’s dirty BK. so I slept on the couch in my clothes and jacket. sad, when you get to your parent’s house and this happens, I guess it’s just a sign of the times. supposedly Becca is in the greater DC area today. I really need to shower. mother Beattie doesn’t want me to get murdered in Brooklyn and I don’t either.

1099 biatch

apparently I don’t work for the man any more.  the man resides in Jacksonville, Florida filling the pockets of all those who do legal assistant temp work, you poor lot, you know who you are, it’s on your W-2.  it’s all about 1099.  deduct it all, every last cent.  that’s what I say.

rode bus to the mother suburb of VA, my parents are moving it all.
every last cent of it, thrown away, burned for cash, the Porsche must go (http://www.marybicycles.com/porsche) any offer will do, everything.  My childhood room has been dismanteld and repainted white, and now looks like and ascetic lives there.

shooting the 48 hour film project in DC (http://www.48hourfilm.com/) with some kids I met on Friendster, lets hope it ends in a knifing or an orgy! sweet! Emily.  hope Dave lets me go with the Canon XL1s. time will tell.  Never ever go to the Home Depot in Queens, ever again. Zoe’s belonging’s must return to the BK, in a truck, and my bicycles too.

word press 1.5

i’m going to have to do some work to update the WordPress Blog engine on my acutal marybicycles.com website so for the time being blog Friendster is going to be the hotness… they only allow 50 pictures in their album, and they convienently link to your amazon.com wish lists… very strange indeed. -mark

in theory

Jared and I had another blog going about our sub 5 minute mile effort, off my webpage called _four’ : forty five”_ sadly those days are past and I’m now in Brooklyn, sometimes Manhattan, living the life in a loft full of skateboarders (thank you, Darren Kelley).