The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself

#60: Three Things I Learned Yesterday

Item of the First:  I can't tell the difference between white and dark meat on a chicken.  I mean, give me a piece of meat, and SURE, I can say "Oh, that's white meat!"  But if you want me to order "All dark meat..."  I don't know what part of the chicken that comes from.  I've just never paid attention before.

Item of the Second:  I have a magazine fetish.  I love magazines.  I love to buy them.  I love to subscribe to them.  I love to keep them.  But I rarely ever actually READ them.  Sure, I'll flip through, look at some pictures, possibly read an article, but the joy of actually using the magazine for its intended purpose is nothing compared to the unadulterated glee of having it delivered, or buying it at the bookstore.

Item of the Third:  I can go to movies by myself.  I've really always hated the thought of being the guy in the theater that's all alone.  Although, aside from the fact that there's no one to talk about the movie with afterward, it's really not that bad, I guess.

Yesterday, on a whim, I pulled into the parking lot at the end of Santana Row with the intention of going to the bookstore to peruse magazines, and I walked past the quasi-indie theater there and saw that Paris, je t'aime was starting 7 minutes from the time that was on my time keeping device.  So I bought a ticket and went in.

If you don't know, Paris, je t'aime is a collection of 5 minute short films by such directors as Olivier Assayas, Gurinder Chadha, the Coen Brothers, Wes Craven, Alfonso Cuarón, Gérard Depardieu, and Gus Van Sant (among others).  Each short is woven together into one story that isn't so much a coherent STORY as a coherent emotional journey.  The pieces were wonderful.  Each one was different and unique, and there was no crossover between stories.  The acting was amazing (Gaspard Ulliel, Miranda Richardson, Juliette Binoche, Willem Dafoe, Nick Nolte, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Bob Hoskins, Elijah Wood, Natalie Portman, and Steve Buscemi were among my favorites [this may be the most awesome thing I've ever seen Nick Nolte do, by the way]).  By the end, I was emotional, exhausted, satisfied, energized and inspired.

Once again, I feel that screaming from my insides that this is what I want to do.  I want to create things that move people.  To laughter.  To tears. To whatever-- just as long as they're moved.

I think I have an idea for my first short film now, too.

Mr. Inspired
Tags: 100 things, life

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