Working day

Did some freelance work on the job from hell today. Finally we're so close to (re) delivery!

I've got Crystal Castles jamming as I compress videos for agency approval, an old custom from my days at Paranoid where work nights at 11pm/3am were no stranger...

Luckily though I've had great company and help today from one of my coworkers here who gave me a hand in navigating some Final Cut Pro nightmares. And I managed to bite my tongue and keep on "reasonable face" with the director. What a victory!

The rest of this week will be a fantastic blur as I wrap this baby up and ship her out. Friday my dear cherie Elsa arrives in from Paris for a one night layover in the big pomme and Saturday my caro Italiano Tommaso arrives for a last minute Bloody Beetroot show! What a nice way to cap off this week.


Et apart de tout ca j'avais une tres bonne conversation avec zaza sur skype aujourd'hui. Elle etait triste a cause des nouvelles: son ex amoureux a retrouve' l'amour avec une autre. Je comprends trop bien que ca craint. Pour ma parte me sens rien. Je suis vide. Personne me touche, personne m'emoue, je suis en mode zombie. Je pense que a ma petite carriere de merde et rien d'autre. Ca va prendre du temps.


Tant que j'attends de resentir quelque chose j'ai ma famille, mes amis proches, et tout ce qui me plait.
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Aaaaaand I'm Back!

After a few years hiatus I've returned to blogging.

Why? Because no one reads this so I can blabber as much as I'd like to. With photos.

Where am I now?

New York City. I've been here for a few months now.

WORK:

Had some job offers and took a really creative one (freelance) upon first arriving. It turned out to be the project from hell. The director, I found out after being hired, was also the animator. Not only is he unqualified to be what I consider a competent animator, he is also a very fatiguing person to work with. Every simple task that comes up is like pulling teeth.

PERSONAL:

I moved here post-Ramzi as a way to get far away from Los Angeles. I'm still disappointed that the relationship didn't work out. It wasn't meant to be, but damn! what a lot of time and energy.

I'm hoping one day that someone will want to fight for me. And have a family. Qui sait?

C'est pas moi qui va trouver l'homme de mes reves. Je sais qu'il faut que je pense a ma carriere. Et quand ca sera bien carre' cet homme va arriver.

Fin, j'espere.

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IN THE MOMENT:

Current thoughts are I have way too much excess time/energy and no direction to focus it on. A jack of all trades and master at none. At the moment I'm man-less, job-less, and between apartments (read "couch gnome"). Life's a big adventure and I'm ready to get things going. Hopefully the 10 million meetings I've been to will pay off. I feel so scattered in different directions. Maybe it was the wrong time to move here. Maybe I moved for the wrong reasons. But I'm a success fiend. How can I leave before I have conquered the city??? The first couple months here were so wildly awesome and since then it's been such shite. Every office is too slow or budgetarily constrained to hire me. Every dude I've gone out on a date with has been a disappearing disappointment. Peut etre je suis pas fait pour cette ville de merde. Il y a toujours une autre ville de merde. Comme Paris. Ou Bassano.

Or I'll just go to Chile. And learn Spanish. Then I'd have 3.5 languages under my belt ;)