Posts Tagged ‘mom’

Organically Grown; That’s Indie Style

December 22, 2009

Sure you can buy AIV from Indieflix or Amazon, but if you’re my mom, you get 75 dvds assembled by hand by me. Homegrown and packed with love.

Thanks for our biggest order yet Mom! And my apologies to all her friends for letting it slip what she’s getting you for Christmas.


140 Seconds in My House

July 8, 2009

A few weeks ago I filmed my 140 seconds at the designated time (8pm gmt on June 21) for the 140 PROJECT. Frank Kelly, the project’s overseer, has instructed all 140 filmmakers NOT to publish/post/exhibit their segments before the film’s release.  Fair enough.

But I’m really happy with my concept and with what I shot to actualize the idea!  I think it’s okay to describe what I shot, right?  As we all know, there is a big difference in discussing a film and seeing a film.  Plus, I’m going to omit the MAJOR thread (heck, let’s go with ‘rope’) that tied my whole segment together.  Though you may be able to figure the rope out if you check out my previous posts on this topic…

Here were Frank’s instructions to us filmmakers:

You must capture what it is that connects you to you home in 140 seconds. What is special about where you live, that lifts you, inspires you, connects you to that place.

stairs – climb every day.
pics frineds – still but alive. moments make the whole
hidden in trees – behind me always the foundation
skylight – looking up for divine inspiration or escaping in frustration
shell – the places we will go but always come home
buddha  – looking over me, knowing calmness in me.
message board – life. the messages in the mess.
the view – present, now, staticc, always changing, thing the same

I started with my stairs. They lead from my bedroom to the top floor where my office and ‘daytime’ world is. I climb these stairs every day and they take me to the places that I my work. Climb, climb, climb. Always.

Next, we passed a wall of photos of my friends and family.  The pictures are frozen moments yet they are so alive in my memory and heart.  These photos of good times combine to make the whole: I have a lot of amazing people in my life that love me.

We venture into my office where a mural of beechwood trees silently presides behind my desk.  My mom painted the mural.  She’s always got my back.

Look up to the skylight. I do it all the time when battling writer’s block, procrastination, and too few hours in the day.  One day I’d like a personal assistant to drop through that skylight.  Or divine inspiration.

We glide over to the shell on the bookcase.  It was given to me by someone special and reminds me of all the places we went and that we could’ve gone, but in the end there’s no place like home.

Hey Buddha!  He’s hanging by the fountain on the patio.  He watches over me.  So calm and knowing.  Reminds me that I can be that way too.  Especially if I don’t have too many Diet Cokes.

There’s the kitchen message board full of wedding invites, snapshots from last weekend, coupons, a grocery list, a magazine cutout of Marlon Brando, a funny post-it note left by my friend Tarik, and many other random things.  This is a mess but this is life… and there is a message in the mess.

Finally, the view from my kitchen sink.  Every day I look out this window. It opens up to Glendale and the mountains beyond.  Every morning the view is slightly different – different sun, different clouds, different cars, different energy.  The only constant is that the view is ALWAYS in the present.  It’s about right now and right here.

And then my 140 seconds were over. The only thing left to do was to cut the tape.

“The Bachelorette” Fantasy League: Week 2

June 2, 2009
My mom and I

My Mom and me

This week’s episode of the Bachelorette, I’m ranked 8th out of 11 in our fantasy league.  Arrgh! Will I be able to catch up in time?  My biggest competition is MY MOM.  The original blonde of the family is currently number 1 in the league with 134 points – an enviable nine points ahead of the next team.   While tallying points with the Commissioner,* I explained the standings and my mom’s excellent gameplay with “My mom knows love.”  

Initially, I meant this as a cheeky way to crack us up and relieve the tension created by bachelor David and his Mel Gibson crazy eyes/agro tendencies.  (Jillian, no roses for dudes on the brink!)  But my mom’s expertise on love is unquestionable.  That’s why she’s always my first reader.

I went to AFI where sensitivity to critique was beaten out of us FAST and with a broom handle.  In weekly Narrative Analyses, we would sit silently in front of the whole school (and then later the members of our specified disciplines) and absorb our colleague’s feedback. All of it – the positive, the negative, the crazy.  To survive, you needed a thick skin, an open ear and the mentality of “nothing’s personal.”

That said, I wouldn’t be able to take that kind of critique on the first draft of something.  No. Way.  The stuff is so freshly sprung and still so intimately connected to me — like I’ve been having a secret romance with it.  It’d be hard to face a professional colleague, let alone an audience, at that stage of the game.  Plus, I’ll admit that I’m human and often cranky and tired after finishing the first draft.  

A zillion rewrites loom and a bathtub of notes are inevitable.  But first. In that vulnerable state.  It’s Mom’s feedback I crave.   Not because she’s an easy critic, blinded by affection for her offspring (I wish!), but because I know she can see the heart of the material and assess that.  Just like she can see my core.  

She knows me – past, present and future in only the way my mom can.  She brings that valuable perspective to the newborn material, giving it a chance that I wouldn’t dream to expect from anyone else.   Heck, I’ve only got one mom.  And, she’s kicking my ass at Bachelorette Fantasy League.

* I am Vice-Commissioner and have thus agreed to see the game through to the end should our Commissioner be rendered incapable of her duties.

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