21 January 2010


Upon graduating Sarah Lawrence, I was in an independent feature film directed by Lovisa Inserra for Governess Films. It was entitled Buster.

Buster made it to several film festivals around the world.

I was cleaning out my file cabinet and stumbled upon a dvd with a selection of scenes Lovisa had burned for me before the film was completed. Just thought I'd share, as this character is definitely a younger version of the typical MF. This is not the final take or edit. The background music (composed and sung by Björn Dixgård of Mando Diao was eventually removed. 

14 January 2010

something that just surfaced

On a whim just found this on youtube, and I don't believe this song has ever been captured on video... or at least, I haven't seen it before. My favorite Regina Spektor song that not many know about. Skip to 2:18

Oh, an incurable humanist you are.
Let's go to the movies I will sing you a song about nothing at all.
Let's go to the movies I will hum you a song about nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Oh, an incurable humanist you are.

Sit down class, open up your textbooks to page 42.
Porcupine-ology, antler-ology, car-ology, bus-ology, train-ology, plane-ology, mama-ology, papa-ology,you-ology, me-ology, love-ology, kiss-ology, stay-ology, please-ology. Let's study class, let's study class. Sit down. Love-ology, love-ology, I'm sorry-ology, forgive me-ology...

12 January 2010

1st few days of two thousand 10

2009 was a definite year for me, for once, a year of definition, expansion, creation, exploration...

one eye closed one eye open.

I learned that it is okay to have no idea who I am or where I am going. All that is known is where and what I come from. I now know the weight of the present, and from this I now know to take everything seriously, and then to not take anything seriously at all.

I learned about environment, and once again about the change of environments. I learned about people's feelings and I learned about distance. I learned about free will and separation. I learned about motivation and the lengths people will go to avoid pain. I learned about yearning hearts and I learned about the cold.

I learned that I may not ever get over a few months of my life that seem now very distant and ultimately erased from memory. But I know the feelings and I know the hearts felt and I know that some aren't beating anymore and I know that there is nothing I can do to change that and nothing that can bring them back. Some faces are starting to get blurred and I don't remember them, only moments, but the moments are so strong that I actually feel... Thus I remember. And my heart is beating, and beating to fight and live and thrive. So that's all I need to get me through the day. And while I've been running for seven years my legs are tired and I've started to slow down. I can't run forever. I realized I lost track of time.

The holidays were nothing but days upon days of people. People, all around me, doing crazy things but then not doing anything at all. Days were jam packed and I designed some more pieces. My fingers are sore from the tools. The combination of all this led me to be nothing but sick for the past four days. After much rest, I'm finally starting feel like my old self.

Highlights included a drive to Southampton in a blizzard with j and then walk on Little Plains Beach, seeing Patti Smith perform on her birthday with my Amy , dinner at bread with Shea, and some late nights at the cabin with friends from work.

11 January 2010



girl, interrupted

09 January 2010

Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it, if you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends. And by the 70's most of them were out, living lives. Some I've seen, some never again, but there isn't a single day my heart doesn't find them.
Girl, Interrupted