Tri-State Effort

A Couple of Points…

syorgon — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 23:44:39 +0000

I can’t write anything at the moment, it seems, for reasons I am unsure of.
At least five of my friends have, or will be getting, married within the past year. I used to compare myself with people like that, and ask myself why I wasn’t doing the same thing as them? But I’ve realized I’m working towards something different than from what those people want. For reasons such as love, those people married a significant other. I say congratulations to them because they’ve done something in their life they wanted to. I want to make movies, I want to create worlds on paper through writing and present them in a cinematic form. So when I hear of another one of my friends getting married, it doesn’t bother me because I am worried whether or not I am doing the right thing in my life, I say, “great, now let me do what I do.”
And I’m too tired to say anything else, I’m dying at a faster rate than you.

green rivah

syorgon — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 16:00:38 +0000

It’s very strange when, in your dreams, you are drunk, and you black out in one place and wake up in a completely different location. I woke up from my sleep this morning not knowing what it was that I did the night prior, then proceeded to complete that fucking sunday crossword puzzle. I stopped short of all that I knew, so that all the words that were completed in the puzzle were unconnected movie references. I hate the sunday crossword puzzle.

My computer is slow, probably because of all the memory that I’m taking up with music and images. It’s really annoying trying to do anything on this hunk o’ junk when it can’t process more than three programs simultaneously. And now I’ve lost track of what I was doing and thinking, so much so that I don’t know what to write next…

i want to read some bbooks today

After The Explosion

syorgon — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 03:52:07 +0000

What do you want from me? Is this some kind of collaboration, and I’m asking this in all seriousness, because it seems more like you tell me what to do, and I just do it, no questions asked. Has this where our friendship ended up? We’re one brain separated by six hours. I don’t like doing this anymore, I don’t need you anymore, and what was it that we talked about? Movies, we talked about movies and the ones I made you watch when we were younger: Brazil, specifically, among others.

I was trying to eradicate everything from my past, because I am constantly changing into something new and unknown to myself. Right now I am unearthing aspects of my character I never knew existed, and using them to my fullest potential. How far can we go before the magic dies out and disappears? I feel like it’s come and gone, and now it’s over, and the longer we spend time on each other, the thicker that sour taste will grow. I don’t know what else to do, other than continue on my journey alone and without you. I must keep going, and I need to find something new this time.

Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011

syorgon — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 19:12:50 +0000

January-May: drinking alcohol, having lots of sex, charging through second semester of foundation year of school, sexual intercourse as exercise – smoking cigarettes, eating cheeseburgers, running, biking. Traveled to Chicago to write screenplay, “Pig’s Eye”. Blew almost a grand on prostitutes & drugs.

June-August: No job, no love, drank booze whenever I could, wrote short story, watched Inception at least three times. Ran as much as I could, didn’t bike as often as I should have. Got rid of friends, spent less and less time with them, breaking off communication toward August. Took yoga classes, but left after my free month (I was becoming too familiar with the place, I like to remain anonymous).

September-December: The first six weeks of school I felt my best, I wasn’t smoking cigarettes, nor drinking, and I was on top of my game. Photography got better, my eyes saw the minute and the grand scheme of things. Volunteered at the holiday sale. Saw Yves Klein show with a friend; hung out with girls more than ever (awesome). Began smoking again when I hung out with old, bad people; consequently took the habit up again because school was too “stressful”. Finished third semester at art school, saw Tron Legacy, True Grit, Black Swan, The Fighter. Hung out with good friends, stopped drinking, still smoking but will stop soon.

I don’t want to drink anymore, I don’t want to smoke anymore. I want to be mellow, but I also want to be fit & trim & healthy, without being too hyper. I want to treat people with respect, I need to maintain a vision of myself and be honest, humble.

I want to finish my sophomore year with success, and not failure. I want to take this course about NYC in the summer, and I want to get a job – an internship, even – at some place in the Twin Cities involved in art, photography, movies, something that I want to do be doing. I want to be strong. I want to be strong.

Cafe Arsenal Double Exposure

syorgon — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 23:37:30 +0000

Cafe Arsenal Double Exposure

Originally uploaded by stillshootfilm

quick movie reviews.

syorgon — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 18:38:27 +0000

True Grit was all right, it wasn’t bad – and that’s the best criticism I can give the film.

The Fighter was painful to watch, but the acting was very strong.

Black Swan was a masterpiece of filmmaking and acting – Natalie Portman has won awards for her role right? Some of the special effects were distracting, but they were kept to a minimum (except towards the end). As far as editing is concerned I thought it was flawless.

The Town was a solid crime thriller. (I could make a better one, though)

Tron Legacy was all that I could hope for – it expanded upon the idea of living inside a computer world, being the God of your creation and watching it turn against you. Exciting!

No Lips

syorgon — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 18:14:33 +0000

Sometimes I get very angry when I see you, or when I think about you I become furious. You treated me like shit for no reason at all, and the worst part about it is that I can never know why – I can guess, speculate on why – but I’ll never know. I’ll never know because you will never tell me. I consider you the worst human being I’ve met. Of course I am not looking at things from your perspective, you probably thought I was just like every other man whore out there, which tells me you go on a long list of people who perceive me as someone I am not (and because I am not who you perceive me to be, you don’t know how to deal with it, and ignore me). I have no respect for you because you did not respect me, and whenever I see you you act as if you have never met me before. You are immature, and the bag of hairy balls you’re with now deserves that disrespectful, spiteful, manipulative lady.

fronish

syorgon — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 21:33:15 +0000

I need to write to keep myself sane, I write because I love to do it. I need to write so I know who I am, and what has occurred in my life. I try to encapsulate the last seven months into a series of stories, because that is all I know how to do. If I do not write these stories I will lost sense of my surroundings, I will begin to slide down the hill.

This is a blog where I have told stories, and expressed my inner feelings. I need to escape again. Am I in too deep? Is there enough time?

syorgon — Sun, 12 Dec 2010 00:21:12 +0000

Yes of course you should focus on your school work, there are many people who have been involved in your life and they are just as important as the work you produce in your mind.

There are many stories floating around in my head. There are much more memories of a mysterious nature than I thought to believe. What is real, and what have I conjured? It’s difficult to maintain any sort of conscious knowledge of the real and the dream. Having said that I must move forward again, and I must ask myself these questions: Is the script I am going to write worth the effort? Will I write this script with the intention of it being produced? Is this merely a way for me to exorcise my demons, or become aware of my life, surroundings, identity? I am always hesitant to write because I know how little time it takes me to come up with stories, ideas, visions, to combine into a feature-length script worthy of a read/production.

Yet this is how I have worked most of my life, and only within the past year have my working habits changed. The amount of work changed based on the content of the project. For example, my last script required more research because the characters and stories were based on actual historical facts. Now the research I must do is based in the now, or perhaps the past two or three months.

I don’t think I should worry about how much research goes into the project, because I am sure the amount will be ample.

Music:

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti, Thomas Bangalter, Daft Punk, David Tagg.

syorgon — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 23:09:26 +0000

Stuck here until seven o’clock, after seven o’clock I’m in class, and class will be mental anguish.

I’ve lost all energy, I’m all washed out – all used up.