No, I’m not dead
Just lots and lots of stuff going on. Tons of freelance proofreading at the beginning of the month, and from the 19th on tons of out-of-town visitors from Paris, Finland and my parents in town from the Mojave Desert.
I’ll get it all sorted out and written down, but here’s a pic from out August 17th visit to Madame Tussaud’s in the meantime.
Shade
A Happy Halloween… but I’m sick!
I can’t believe I’m sick on Halloween! And a Friday night Halloween! Probably staying up late last night to finish some work wasn’t best, but I’m glad I got the stuff done. But man, today I’ve got the hardcore stuffed nose, the dry, hacking throat, vomited twice, and I’ve lost some appetite. Dammit!
Was really really psyched to go see William Lustig’s Maniac at the Pioneer with Bill there, followed by Stuart Gordon’s King of the Ants. King of the Ants starts in 10 minutes, and I won’t be there. I’m just too laden by gravity at the moment.
Just ate a Boca meatless pizza and am having some caffeine-free Diet Pepsi. Not even candy for Shade tonight! I’m wearing my glow-in-the-dark mummy t-shirt from Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights IX, pulled out the cool tiger mask with fur my mom found at some garage sale or the Salvation Army, and I’m just going to bundle up and try to make it through at least one movie.
I sorta feel like watching Maniac since I missed it tonight, but I’ve had these Claude Lanzmann films here, including A Visitor from the Living, and although that’s not that much of a Halloween movie, the title is kinda Halloween.
Waaaaah! Bob Burnett and his wife Yelena (who designed the DVD cover for Guillermo del Toro’s Cronos; and that’s HER on the cover!) are at a W Hotel party in L.A. thrown by Trey Parker and Matt Stone, people are down at the Pioneer watching horror movies, Ian and Tashan are at the K48 party in Brooklyn, and I’m alone at home listening to some dog bark.
Well, I’m sure Claude Lanzmann will set fire to something in my brain, but boy it would be nice to be out for Halloween tonight. Maybe something neato will be going on tomorrow night.
And there’s always next year…
Maybe I’ll make the screening of the silent Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde tomorrow at the Walter Reade. There’s also some duping of the Polish animation and surrealist films, and Ashes & Diamonds is at AMMI.
There’s something to do, of course, but TONIGHT is HALLOWEEN!!!!
Waaaaaah!
A Happy Halloween… but I’m sick!
I can’t believe I’m sick on Halloween! And a Friday night Halloween! Probably staying up late last night to finish some work wasn’t best, but I’m glad I got the stuff done. But man, today I’ve got the hardcore stuffed nose, the dry, hacking throat, vomited twice, and I’ve lost some appetite. Dammit!
Was really really psyched to go see William Lustig’s Maniac at the Pioneer with Bill there, followed by Stuart Gordon’s King of the Ants. King of the Ants starts in 10 minutes, and I won’t be there. I’m just too laden by gravity at the moment.
Just ate a Boca meatless pizza and am having some caffeine-free Diet Pepsi. Not even candy for Shade tonight! I’m wearing my glow-in-the-dark mummy t-shirt from Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights IX, pulled out the cool tiger mask with fur my mom found at some garage sale or the Salvation Army, and I’m just going to bundle up and try to make it through at least one movie.
I sorta feel like watching Maniac since I missed it tonight, but I’ve had these Claude Lanzmann films here, including A Visitor from the Living, and although that’s not that much of a Halloween movie, the title is kinda Halloween.
Waaaaah! Bob Burnett and his wife Yelena (who designed the DVD cover for Guillermo del Toro’s Cronos; and that’s HER on the cover!) are at a W Hotel party in L.A. thrown by Trey Parker and Matt Stone, people are down at the Pioneer watching horror movies, Ian and Tashan are at the K48 party in Brooklyn, and I’m alone at home listening to some dog bark.
Well, I’m sure Claude Lanzmann will set fire to something in my brain, but boy it would be nice to be out for Halloween tonight. Maybe something neato will be going on tomorrow night.
And there’s always next year…
Maybe I’ll make the screening of the silent Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde tomorrow at the Walter Reade. There’s also some duping of the Polish animation and surrealist films, and Ashes & Diamonds is at AMMI.
There’s something to do, of course, but TONIGHT is HALLOWEEN!!!!
Waaaaaah!
Another Ian Vollmer shot — October 11, 2003
This time actually in Central Park. I’m not sure why I stick my tongue partially out of my mouth sometimes when Ian’s taking my photograph, but it kinda works here.
Another Ian Vollmer shot — October 11, 2003
This time actually in Central Park. I’m not sure why I stick my tongue partially out of my mouth sometimes when Ian’s taking my photograph, but it kinda works here.
New York Film Festival tickets
Ya know, lately life has been really just really too intense, and a lot of work. I’ve had like earmuffs wrapped around my head from the back and kind of embedded in my skull. Just way way way too much going on.
Polish class is very nice. I started Elementary Polish at Hunter College a few weeks ago. The Pulaski parade is on Sunday so that should be some fun.
I ordered my few tickets for the New York Film Festival back in August because everything sells out by the time the box office opens in September. I couldn’t get my check out soon enough for whatever reason and I missed out on tickets for Dogville, the new Lars von Trier. Oh well. One ticket, for Jan Jakub Kolski’s ‘Pornography,’ was for Tuesday the 7th at 6pm. Well, that’s right in the middle of Polish class. Amazingly, we had a visitor from Nowy Dziennik (Polish Daily News) and she and I talked after class, and she bought the ticket from me! So I didn’t have to worry about losing out on the $15, which is like an insane price for a movie ticket.
So I head up to Alice Tully today to get a ticket for the Monday night show of Pornography, and I’m standing in line, and just on a whim, I ask: “Do you have even one single ticket for Dogville?” And amazingly, and you could see the shock in the guy’s eyes, he said, “Yes. I can’t believe it but we do.”
I just looked up where I’m sitting. It’s a little close 5th row, but I’m right smack dab in the center. I was afraid I would be off to one side.
I just can’t have much to drink because it’s a 3-fucking-hour-long movie, but I’m happy to have gotten a ticket, and to have that position. That is fine.
There’s still a lot of other hell to iron out in my life, and some of it seems to be grooving along okay enough, but man, I got my ticket for Dogville for Saturday night. That’s a good thing.
New York Film Festival tickets
Ya know, lately life has been really just really too intense, and a lot of work. I’ve had like earmuffs wrapped around my head from the back and kind of embedded in my skull. Just way way way too much going on.
Polish class is very nice. I started Elementary Polish at Hunter College a few weeks ago. The Pulaski parade is on Sunday so that should be some fun.
I ordered my few tickets for the New York Film Festival back in August because everything sells out by the time the box office opens in September. I couldn’t get my check out soon enough for whatever reason and I missed out on tickets for Dogville, the new Lars von Trier. Oh well. One ticket, for Jan Jakub Kolski’s ‘Pornography,’ was for Tuesday the 7th at 6pm. Well, that’s right in the middle of Polish class. Amazingly, we had a visitor from Nowy Dziennik (Polish Daily News) and she and I talked after class, and she bought the ticket from me! So I didn’t have to worry about losing out on the $15, which is like an insane price for a movie ticket.
So I head up to Alice Tully today to get a ticket for the Monday night show of Pornography, and I’m standing in line, and just on a whim, I ask: “Do you have even one single ticket for Dogville?” And amazingly, and you could see the shock in the guy’s eyes, he said, “Yes. I can’t believe it but we do.”
I just looked up where I’m sitting. It’s a little close 5th row, but I’m right smack dab in the center. I was afraid I would be off to one side.
I just can’t have much to drink because it’s a 3-fucking-hour-long movie, but I’m happy to have gotten a ticket, and to have that position. That is fine.
There’s still a lot of other hell to iron out in my life, and some of it seems to be grooving along okay enough, but man, I got my ticket for Dogville for Saturday night. That’s a good thing.
This one is a little odd. My friend Greg Scott did the soundtrack for my short film penisknifevaginawound which played at the Chicago Underground Film Festival in 1997. Greg and I rented a car and drove to Pittsburgh for 8 hours to catch the hour-long Whitehouse show and say hi to people in ’95.
Do people really just go just like that? Just *poof* and they’re gone? I don’t think he did drugs.
Weird. I just found out 10 minutes ago or else I’d figure out how to get to the service tomorrow. It’s in 8 hours. Bummin. I’ll have to call his mom.
Crazy.
GREGORY SCOTT, 37
Medical technician
September 11, 2003
Native Staten Islander Gregory Scott, 37, of West Brighton, a medical technician and collector of rare books, died Tuesday at home. An autopsy is being performed to determine the cause of death, and the results are pending.
Born in Tompkinsville, Mr. Scott lived in Stapleton, Grant 2003 City, New Dorp and Castleton Corners before moving to Tampa, Fla., as a teenager. He relocated to the Cayman Islands in 1985, to the Park Hill section of Clifton in 1987 and to West Brighton five years ago.
Mr. Scott worked for more than 12 years as a medical technician at St. Vincent’s Hospital, West Brighton.
A graduate of Susan Wagner High School, he earned an associate’s degree in liberal arts from the College of Staten Island.
An Eagle Scout, Mr. Scott received his silver pin.
He enjoyed collecting rare books and records as well as jogging.
He was very loved and we will all miss him, said his cousin, Catherine Carr.
Surviving is his mother, Emma Scott.
The funeral service will be Monday at 10:15 a.m. in the Matthew Funeral Home, Willowbrook. Cremation will be handled by Rosehill Crematory, Linden, N.J.
Source: http://www.silive.com/obituaries/advance/index.ssf?/base/news/1063287968230970.xml
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