"It's been great, bitches!"
Okay, maybe I added bitches but I can imagine it wasn't far from his mind...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
August Auteurs
So working in the Financial District of Manhattan has certain perks...
Lots of surly looking business men in suits(BMS).
Tourists posing with and giggling at the bull's balls.
A plethora of fast service delis that are open past 6pm to cater to aforementioned BMS.
The sad yet smile inducing panda.
An occasional BMS napping haphazardly in a random patch of grass.
This however, is not one of those perks.
From late July to August, the area is invaded by children following around hipsters that take summer jobs mentoring them for the New York Film Academy. The kids wander around with tripods, light meters and cameras while the chaperones stand there with a cigarette, sweating in their skinny jeans and black NYFA prescribed t-shirts. They like to set up on sidewalks, especially corners, that are generally best used for walking.
Can't they film in one of the districts many public, open spaces where there is plenty of room to avoid them?
And plus, you just know that these kids are all full of themselves, sure they're going to become the next Roman Polanski, Sofia Coppola or Steven Spielberg.
Or maybe even a more enriching career in front of the camera.
Not to be a grumpy-gus, but why didn't these kids want to get out of the city for summer? Instead, they schlup around all of this equipment, getting in my way, filming next to ever-present smelly trash bags that are already cluttering sidewalks and alley ways I use as a shortcut to the BMS delis?
I blame the hipsters chaperones.
Lots of surly looking business men in suits(BMS).
Tourists posing with and giggling at the bull's balls.
A plethora of fast service delis that are open past 6pm to cater to aforementioned BMS.
The sad yet smile inducing panda.
An occasional BMS napping haphazardly in a random patch of grass.
This however, is not one of those perks.
From late July to August, the area is invaded by children following around hipsters that take summer jobs mentoring them for the New York Film Academy. The kids wander around with tripods, light meters and cameras while the chaperones stand there with a cigarette, sweating in their skinny jeans and black NYFA prescribed t-shirts. They like to set up on sidewalks, especially corners, that are generally best used for walking.
Can't they film in one of the districts many public, open spaces where there is plenty of room to avoid them?
And plus, you just know that these kids are all full of themselves, sure they're going to become the next Roman Polanski, Sofia Coppola or Steven Spielberg.
Or maybe even a more enriching career in front of the camera.
Not to be a grumpy-gus, but why didn't these kids want to get out of the city for summer? Instead, they schlup around all of this equipment, getting in my way, filming next to ever-present smelly trash bags that are already cluttering sidewalks and alley ways I use as a shortcut to the BMS delis?
I blame the hipsters chaperones.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Break up...make up?
It's funny. I bought a new bike because the brakes on my old one were shot. About 2 weeks after buying a new bike with good brakes, and having them tuned up, I break up a relationship that for all intents and purposes was going well.
But I wasn't sure what I wanted, wasn't sure how much I was into him, and didn't feel that I was being fair to him without being able to commit 100% to that relationship.
It had been nearly three months, I figured it was time to either go for it or move on...so I decided to move on.
The problem with this was that I wasn't clear with him from the start about my uncertainties. I never directly shared them with him or people close to him, only to my friends. They advised me to talk with him about it, but I put it off. Part of this was due to a previous relationship and the brinkmanship and mistrust that I experienced during the final months of that. Another part was that I really did like this guy and was afraid that if I brought it up I would lose him in every capacity, as a friend, boyfriend or even acquaintance.
So I didn't bring it up, until I decided to move on, until I had made that decision in my head, without any input from him. Not that my process was necessarily wrong, but it wasn't the most diplomatic way of ending things...As a result, he no longer wants to speak to me, no longer wants to associate me and wants to erase my existence from his life. This is part of his healing process, I suppose, and I owe him that.
I could sense that he was really enjoying what we had (as was I) and looking to settle down (which I was not). Maybe we could have worked something out...but I'm not one to compromise on a relationship like that and as I said before, I didn't think it would be fair.
I will give him his space, allow him time. Hopefully at some point we can become friends, he'll know that nothing I did was intentional and that I'm still working through a lot of what I want on my own. And with that...I think I've hit the point of rambling.
Sigh...one of the good things about this is that I've learned a lot. I know that I can be very closed off and distance myself emotionally but I rarely allow myself to see how it effects others. This has been a wake up call to that...live and learn.
So in the end...dems the breaks, for sure.
But I wasn't sure what I wanted, wasn't sure how much I was into him, and didn't feel that I was being fair to him without being able to commit 100% to that relationship.
It had been nearly three months, I figured it was time to either go for it or move on...so I decided to move on.
The problem with this was that I wasn't clear with him from the start about my uncertainties. I never directly shared them with him or people close to him, only to my friends. They advised me to talk with him about it, but I put it off. Part of this was due to a previous relationship and the brinkmanship and mistrust that I experienced during the final months of that. Another part was that I really did like this guy and was afraid that if I brought it up I would lose him in every capacity, as a friend, boyfriend or even acquaintance.
So I didn't bring it up, until I decided to move on, until I had made that decision in my head, without any input from him. Not that my process was necessarily wrong, but it wasn't the most diplomatic way of ending things...As a result, he no longer wants to speak to me, no longer wants to associate me and wants to erase my existence from his life. This is part of his healing process, I suppose, and I owe him that.
I could sense that he was really enjoying what we had (as was I) and looking to settle down (which I was not). Maybe we could have worked something out...but I'm not one to compromise on a relationship like that and as I said before, I didn't think it would be fair.
I will give him his space, allow him time. Hopefully at some point we can become friends, he'll know that nothing I did was intentional and that I'm still working through a lot of what I want on my own. And with that...I think I've hit the point of rambling.
Sigh...one of the good things about this is that I've learned a lot. I know that I can be very closed off and distance myself emotionally but I rarely allow myself to see how it effects others. This has been a wake up call to that...live and learn.
So in the end...dems the breaks, for sure.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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