un mes muy ocupado - un messe ricco - um mes agitado
a busy month
The Spanish/Italian/Portuguese translations all seem to be a bit more lyrical and certainly each captures a quality and aspect to what I was feeling and wanting to convey. The English version sums it up quite nicely as well.
Exactly a month ago today, at the same ridiculous time of day, I wrote a blog post entitled, "Finding Balance" and to my credit, I did jam a lot of "me" things in this month, including helping a high-school buddy take 3rd place with his wife in the Miami Urban Challenge, a goodly amount of hooping apexing with the Atlanta premiere of The Hooping Life, I made a weekend of scurrying away from zombies, but at the end of the day, the job consumed me.
I only made it to X3 Sports (my gym) once, only 1 trip to the farmers' market and ......
This clip of Al Pacino from Godfather 3, pretty much sums up how I feel about the film business. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvzdehnJA9k
Oh the Places You'll Go
As much as I might dis Hollywood, it has given me access to places that I would have never had seen otherwise.
Who knew this quarry was right in the middle of Atlanta?
For that matter, what is the likelihood that I would be wandering the corridors of Georgia's capital after-hours, were I not involved in film making?
On one of my "shopping" trips, we went out to this,...um.... parcel of land.
And oh, the oddities and unexpected sights and treasures.
This store is not a store at all, more of a collection or rendering of what that store would/should be in out imagination.
I mean they had JR Ewing beer, what more could you want?
Unless it were to take a glance at the personal chest that belonged to Marie Laveau which had a flint lock pistol, a crucifix that had an object that looked like fangs ( |''| ), the middle teeth being human and the others unknown with a rattle snake tail attached to the top of the fangs, medicine rocks, an old necklace, a long and sharp claw from an animal (still with hair on it), and some other oddities.
Obviously I see a lot of odd, quirky, interesting things in my travels as a set decorator.
But sometimes I come upon not such beautiful visions, like unicorns with a limp horn.....
I've once again succumbed to the pressure, ease and delight that can be experienced when "working".
I feel so free this time around. Yes millions of dollars hang in the balance, and much is expected of me and my department. But at the end of the day, can it begin to compare to the responsibility one takes on as a parent?
If I were to screw up beyond imaginable measure on this television pilot, what would be the worst outcome?
If I were to fail my daughter to the same magnitude, well, you can see where I'm going.
I've pulled an all-nighter to put together a presentation my boss would be OK with. And I'm glad I did. I have no regrets. I actually like sleeping on the floor. And the end result was good and worth it.
Along the way I ran away from zombies and am getting ready to be a Spartan.