I watch movies in my bed.

I’m back in Roswell as of yesterday. This time I came prepared with some movies to watch, a couple that I haven’t seen before. Since I’d never seen it, and I’ve been on a little bit of a Danny Boyle kick, I decided to experience Trainspotting last night.  Apparently, heroin is fun and games, till the baby turns cold and purple.

The third week of my Roswell psychological state is comparable to the tour-psychology of maybe the second week. I’ve had weekend breaks, so I still have a little sense of time. But man, despite the better pay for being out here, I’m ready to be done, away from Roswell and away from the middle-aged roommate power-farts that wake me… every… single… morning…

Sunshine

Today I had a good ol’ traditional lunch with the fam. Then I spent a few hours reading and watching videos about movie director, Ingmar Bergman:

“…There’s holiness in everyone. Human holiness. All else is attributes, disguise, manifestation and trickery. You can never make out or capture human holiness. At the same time, it’s something to cling to. Something tangible, lasting unto death. What happens then is hidden from us. Its only the poets, musicians and saints who may depict that which we can but discern: the inconceivable. They’ve seen, known, understood–not fully, but in fragments. To me, it’s a comfort to think about human holiness.”

After dinner I watched Danny Boyle’s, Sunshine. Thumbsup.

Back to Roswell tomorrow.

One Thing

Occasionally I meet up with Brian to play drums while he plays guitar. It’s apparent that our jam sessions are not frequent enough for me to remember how we played any of the songs. I usually just wing it on drums anyway, sort of like throwing paint at a wall.

Brian showed me a selection of websites, most notably sites with amazing cheap wholesale electronics from China that I never knew existed, such as cell phone watches. But, for the less-consumerist approach, I think you should check out these rather moving photographs inspired by children’s drawings.

After Brian’s, I drove straight to band practice where Coma worked on a new song. I captured the last minute here.

I finally got to see Man on Wire tonight, English subtitles in tact, and was deeply satisfied. The theme has haunted me; you pick your one thing, no matter how outrageous it is, and all that matters is that it means everything for you to do it.

Movies about movies

Sometimes my younger brother shows up at random times and demands that I entertain him, so we decided to go out and watch Inglourious Basterds. It was my second time to see it. My emotions were fully engaged in a whole new way… I guess as much as they can be, when you see a compelling movie at the discount theater, with its bad speakers and dim screen and everything.

In other news, Bread and Butter didn’t make it into the Santa Fe Film Fest. It’s still up for Slamdance, but I think it’s about time to work on another short.