Pilates is fucking amazing. I've only been doing it for three days and I'm starting to feel like there are bricks forming under my skin. I wake up feeling like I'm glowing with health and energy (this is partly the vitamins and going to bed sober, as well). At this rate I'll be toned in a month! Even my writing is getting more taut. At first you have to read the instructions and look at the photos and keep it in your mind like a formula, but it's cool how after you go through the motion a few times it becomes automatic, and you can go into your meditative state and just focus on breathing. It's also bringing my libido back to life and making me horny. All yesterday I felt like I had a big love magnet in me and attracted love everywhere I went. Didn't hurt that it was also a gorgeous day (off and on). Spring is trying to let its bright light shine.
Left the house around noon and the sun was out, walked to Fred Meyers for mini DV tapes for the Hat Party, then met Kirk at Pho Green Papaya for lunch. I had the pho tom yum, my new favorite menu item. Kirk had the seafood pho and then complained that he'd made it too hot. I like it so hot it almost makes me cry and I have to blow my nose into my napkin. Feels like it's burning impurities out of my system. Melanie called to say she's coming to visit next weekend! I really hope it happens this time. Maybe we'll go camping or visit the coast, like in the old days. Kirk said he's writing a book about how you can channel water into a source of energy and use it for resistance and exercise instead of just being lazy in it. I told him a couple premises for comedy sketches I've been discussing with my cousin (we're talking about starting a little comedy sketch show in San Francisco something like Little Britain! Maybe we can call it Little Sodom!) He did what he always does when I tell him an idea - he immediately takes it in his own hands, builds on it, distorts it, and turns it into Kirk's idea. I find this somewhat annoying and finally told him that I think he and I have different comedic styles. Mine is "Kids in the Hall" and understated, his is "Jackass" and overtly clownish. He also tried to tempt me to drink beer when I'd made it clear I'm not drinking any more (except MAYBE the night of my going-away gathering, but we'll see), not that it made any difference - I have truly entered a new phase of my life, and it's only going to ramp up when I leave Portland. It was nice to see him all the same, and he was nice enough to drop me at the media center after lunch.
There I picked up my laptop and edited Art Police for hours at Tiny's, listening to too much Bjork and just enough Hot Chip, until a table of loud, obnoxious rocker type boys rehearsing their loud, obnoxious film script at the table behind me became so distracting I had to leave. (Dude, this is a CAFE, not your favorite DIVE BAR!) If you've never edited film before, you would be stunned by how much work it can be - and this is for a film that will clock in at less than 10 minutes. I edited continuously for four hours, and I've still only completed scene one of four - BUT it has become so fantastic that I'm really excited for people to see it now. I played with the video effects palette and discovered all sorts of things, including how to fix bad lighting. The opening credit sequence is splendid. The gang is really going to be surprised when they see it, I think. I was disappointed in myself for missing the Gold Coyote deadline, but now that I see how much work it's taking to make it really good, I'm not so much, because even if I had been totally focused that one day or two when I was too messed up to work, there's no way it would've been done by that deadline, given the timeline we made it on. I plan to have the final cut by this weekend and hopefully up on YouTube as well!
After editing myself into a stupor I did camera for Alexandra Paris's show for the last time. It was sweet, she gave me an on-camera send-off at the end of the show, called me a "faithful camera man" and said I'm welcome back any time I'm visiting Portland in the future. She and her guy are coming to the Hat Party this weekend, as are Vicky, Edgar, Seventh, Element, and a cute boy who I met last night while doing camera, he was helping out in the control room. Only problem is, he's 20 and I'm....32.9.
This week's One Day At A Time has a little blurb about Matthew Goode (who played Charles Ryder in Brideshead Revisited!) with a sexy accompanying photo (above) I sent a naughty response to their letters section, but I'll keep it to myself until I see if it's published. I still think Ben Whishaw is hotter and a more phenomenal actor, but Matthew's all right too, in both departments. I read the only part of the WW worth reading - Rob Brezsny's astrology column - and it said that I'm not setting my sights high enough and that the cosmos is giving me license to ask for more and dream big. Oh, cosmos, I hear you calling, and I am listening, baby!
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