2005-06-20 - 4:57 p.m.
Moving over, up, sideways, laterally, literally, metaphorically.
New position and desk at work. I do less and get paid more. Not the joyride it sounds like, trust me.
Opening night at the IFC theatre, we settled into the roomy velvet seats and I crossed my legs, let my sandals slip off and rub my bare feet on his leg. Aisle seats and a movie employee who holds a flashlight over a step admonishing patrons to be careful. Three people go flying.
The curtains parted and then began Me and You and Everyone We Know. Miranda July, star, director and writer (she IS the film), anyhow, she was there. Inane questions from NYU film students--actually not really questions, more like statements that lilt at the end.
"Um, I know when I am making a short, I like to have, um a really good relationship with the DP?"
Try to answer that one, Ms. July!
I liked her though, and the woman had some killer style.
The beach is still sandy and wet.
I am happier than I have ever been.
j
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