My friend Dante Basco in some of the latter photos.
Why did I not take more photos?
Some of the people running the event from my union—it was also hosted in part by Mack Sennett Studios, who were all very nice and accommodating and said photos were not a problem—told me not to take any photos once I got into the event space. Which was also sponsored by another company for alcohol it looked like. So, spend your members’ money to throw an event, ask other people to pitch in, have signs up saying the event will be photographed and then say you can’t take photos in this instagram, facebook, twitter age?
When the whole point is to “encourage young adult professional members to take control of their careers, get involved and get active through social media, social networking, meet-ups, tweet-ups, community outreach, special events and much more!”?
Look, it doesn’t help when I’m trying to get over the fact that I don’t like instagram. There, I said it. I don’t. I get its popularity. I get that I should participate, but intrinsically don’t like it. The journal to me is completely different. I have control, it’s not just a stream of “look at how perfect I am, how perfect my life is, with occasional ‘deepness.'” I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling bitter about things. About the way things are. Not working steadily, one has too much time to deal with and think of the absurdity.
It seems it would be nice to be young and pretty and somewhat sheltered and happy with that stuff. And hopeful. People telling you the world is yours.
Anyway. That’s not the way it is.
One of the nice things about being a former committee member is you don’t have to be so. . . what’s the word, political?. . . I think the state of affairs there is a mess. But that’s not a bad thing to say. Can’t fix it unless people know it’s broken.
April 17, 2014. Los Angeles CA. USC. The Ray Stark Family Theatre.
I’ve been asking people I know if I can photograph them. Since I cannot go around photographing myself on the fly, I am making actors of everyone.
Tim and Serena were good sports. It was bad gym lighting, but I got a sketch of what I saw in my head. I did not manage to get the pens out of the breast pocket there, though. Not bossy enough.
All practice for if I ever manage to really get in the business, then direct.
Actually. Not really kidding. I think I’d like directing.
But, I’ve been on/close to sets where the director had like, I think, 25 takes of a really short scene. I get hung up on little things. But I’d like to think I’d work a little faster? It would be great to get more acting experience just to be on set and learn.
Animation and video games? One, maybe two takes. Three and you’re messing up. Kidding.
No not really.
Not yet a year ago. Seems like a lifetime.
The day before yesterday was a rare rainy day in Los Angeles.
The car pulled over soon after this light. I was tempted to stop and take more photos. And yes, I put my phone down right after this one; it’s the only shot I got.
But you’ll have to excuse my interest.
That car butt is that of the limited Audi R8 GT. Cost, around $200,000. V10. 560 HP @ 8,000 RPM. 0–60 in 3.4 seconds.
Lot of sports cars in L.A.