As I hope to not leave the bedroom with the AC and the fan on, I must leave the bedroom, for beautiful Duglaston, Queens, the outer of the outer burrough, the thin dividing line between all that is suburban and beautiful Queens, and all that is beautiful Long Island. Tonight, will be another fantastic night of hot hot heat, cranky French DP’s, and sweat. I have fantasies about finishing the green Salsa bicycle. About selling my other bikes. About building a shoe rack, and a desk. And maybe a kitchen island. Who knows? All I know is sweating.
Zo and I had a good trip up to the Catskills. B&B and all. A little hiking. A little outdoor modern art sculpture. Not too much rental car time. The latest Tier 1 indy film has started up. I should’a would’a worked for Jamison for more dough that last week instead of for Joy. Anyhow, Josh, Taylor, Shawn, and I all get along pretty well, and hopefully this job won’t become bilious with hatred. I’m thinking 15″ MacBookPro. Maybe a 13″ black one for Zoe. We’ll see. I’m not tired so much as humid.
Joy had me sub for her for a week on a “feature” that should make undergrad film students congratulate themselves on how well their productions are run. I’m not sure where any of the people on this film came from, but if in the second week you can’t figure out how to pay overtime, or calculate lunch, or not be an asshole (this was pretty much everyone from the director down to the PA’s) then perhaps you should call the whole thing off and cut your losses. Apparently the DP went to NYU for grad-school in cinematography. He was an A1 asshat, confirming my belief that grad-school for the arts is just re-assurance for small weewees. The director won a Clio for a commericial on Nickelodeon and loves doing stuff for VH1. No good can come out of it. My week is over and Zoe wants me to assemble wood into furniture and sell some bikes.