The Antenna Diaries

Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting for Federico to call. Or email, you know, email would be fine. Anything. Anything to get us out of this limbo.

Somewhere in California, in a clean clean room. It's like THX1138. I like to think that. Maybe they play classical music.

Waiting waiting waiting.  It's like that play, you know.  We sit around and wait and wait for anyone who is supposed to call or email to call or email.  Refresh refresh.

So we watch other people's movies.  So beautiful. We pretend we are not anxious, but we are.

Oh, so life imitates art imitates life. Art imitates man imitates art. 

I wrote that as Art inmates man. Ha. Fucking hysterical, yes? Art intimidates life.

Please let them be monkeys. Please let them be monkeys. Please let them be monkeys.

Waiting.

Oh wait. He has the same first name as Fellini. How ironic.

I mean, there is plan B. Which, fine. Would you let us know if we need to initiate it, Federico?

So I work on the closing credits.  He's gonna stick that mic up his ass/ "I'm gonna stick that mic up my ass!" 

Meanwhile, that hurricane churns and churns slowly up from the coast.  Waiting waiting waiting

You'd make me laugh if it wasn't prohibited.

The Antenna Diaries

Sound mix has begun, art department is raring to go. All good. Website, um, soon? I think?

Shot a video for a Vanishing Islands song this weekend with this very cool camera.  It was so heavy it was making my tripod sink, which kind of freaked me out for a while. and I'm still not used to the whole live view thing. (fact: I now own white, grey and black balance cards, but am apparently incapable of using them.) This was our awesome model; she was pure joy and she makes yummy soaps.

So much to do so much to do. Linda Heck footage, stuff for Uncle Roy.

Applying for this fellowship again, since they changed the work sample requirement to documentary feature only.  Which makes sense, of course.  And this time I'll be better steeled for the rejection email, I imagine. Maybe?

Oo! High of 88F today. Cooler weather gives me hope for survival, and for long sleeves, and not praying for death all the time. So sick of sweaty. Also, I'd like a glass of red wine.

I'm obsessed with Birkin. I should try to be more stylish, but it's so hard to be when the heat index is 105F.

Antenna single! Early, because there's a benefit for Ron Hale at the end of the month, on account of medical bills and hard times at the shop. The rest of the singles hit the world in October. Mark your calendars!