SCRIPT

Finished the screenplay I've been working on since February a couple of days ago. My goal was to finish it before school started, but what can you do, things got in the way of that, but hell, I was pretty close don't you think? Towards the end, instead of writing effective dialogue, I had my characters --- the story's bloated right now mostly cause I love my characters so much, so much so that I didn't want their lives to end---say shit like "blah blah blah?" "blah blah:" I wanted to get the action and structure right and worry about what's said later. Dialogue is important, sure, but when you think of it, not so much, at least when it comes to contemporary movies. So now that I have a pretty good beginning, a distended middle, and a sweet lump-in-throat ending, I have to print the sucker and start reading what I've written. I do have flashcards (ha! flashcards!) taped to black posterboard above my desk w/ scene headings and notes, but that's only effective as a reference. The thing is, I don't want to print out the screenplay at home b/c I can't print double sided. Might have to ask someone who works in an office for a favor.

Then what else? Oh yeah, I got my ass torn up by a single mosquito the other night. Lack of sleep that night contributed to a very looong Wednesday.

But in all seriousness, since I don't have TV or read news online---can't stand it---I've only seen a handful of photographs of New Orleans, Biloxi, and other Southern cities. Michael Ignatieff writes about how the media especially through images has made human suffering more immediate but because we've become so inundated w/ these pictures, the effect they have on us now is not dissimilar to that of pornography. I sorta understand his point, but hell, that's no excuse not to do anything about it.

LOVE
ALEX