yawn
I think I am a bit too tired to write anything more than that I am tired. Ah. Yes. One more word. Goodnight.
If I grow up
I’m gonna be an award winning animator and body builder (not a competitive one) . Summer goals: finish the script and storyboard rehab my ankle get back to being able to bench press 3 sets at 50 pounds lose an inch around my waist These are things under my control. In this way, one fights entropy. I was starting think and feel that I was old and broken. I am neither. …
it’s all in the details
Saw Guardians of the Galaxy 2…pretty great. The quality of faces and hands (the animated and the real folks both) grab at feeling. I’d like to see stills of Groot. He doesn’t have eyebrows. I clearly got sadness, and awe, and amusement, and perplexedness. Rocket too. I think I have a lot of modeling to do. In “Snowcrash”, Stephenson talks about how Juanita explains the importance of faces in interfaces, …
people are hard
Relationships in general are bound to have friction. I’m trying this thing where I’m not quitting on a friendship. It’s work, and it is a commitment in its own way. I haven’t been good at it. Not sure I have the skills, so am kinda flying blind. Sometimes it’s very hard. Sometimes it still brings me joy. With some people it wasn’t worth the effort, but this is. Yes.
crying over spilt milk
The title is pretty much it. And it is true there is no point in regret. But that doesn’t stop it from happening.
flipbook
Apparently they made a flipbook of a shot from “Evolution in the First Person” for SIGGRAPH ’99 when my animation was in the show reel. Joe Geigel found this and gave it to me.
scene
Overhead shot. Woman climbs onto one side of a bed. Medium shot, side view. Nightstand in the foreground – a jewelry stand with two rings. Rake focus to woman lying in the bed. She turns from her back toward the camera. Zoom into eyes. Cut to animated attic space. Parallel edit. Felt woman is on her side on the floor surrounded by photographs and letters. She sits up and looks …
pot stirred and stoppered
There’s probably a word for this feeling in some other language. This feeling of emotion built up and stuck. “Uptight?” Nope. It’s like a pressure cooker. Last night was fitful sleep…as in I kept having fits. At one point I was certain I was being held by the shadow of a man. I couldn’t turn; couldn’t move. I told myself to wake up; that this couldn’t be real. It took …
an uncertain equilibrium
Imagine a three foot wide walkway suspended at a great height. It’s solid. But you can see over the edge the potential for a great fall. You’re in no danger, other than your own body threatening to trip you up. There’s nothing particularly interesting that you can see ahead, there’s no going backwards, and this spot is already well explored. (There is just the slate slab and joint.) That’s what …
whatcha whatcha wan’?
What to do if/when I grow up? The boys are at a point where I am not so necessary to them. They can take care of themselves. So the “mother” role is changing. My day to workaday day is fairly set. There are things to do and learn, but I don’t imagine myself leaving my professor role. This is it. What to do next? Who to do next? How to …