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    • How cool! I finally got to meet producer and filmmaker Hector Galan. What a great guy. 18 hours ago
    • Mid-point day 2 at Fernanda Rossi's doc workshop. http://yfrog.com/7c5kfj 1 day ago
    • Breakfast tacos and some early morning work at C4 before heading to a documentary workshop at URBAN-15. 1 day ago
    • Such pathos. My phone's been dead for the last three days and I never even knew it. Thankfully the reset button fixed the problem. 1 day ago
    • Achieved little today. Watched "American Movie" (too close to home). I also pushed my NaNoWritMo (my November novel) word count up to 8414. 3 days ago
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The Third Trimester of Prosthetic Padding

Today we wrapped on part one of the SAL Film Festival promo. But, wait, there will be four interconnected pieces in all. And so after three days of shooting, it's now up to the Sams (Lerma & Bayless) to edit all this rich goodness down to a taut 90 seconds.
We met down on [...]

Paying the Price of a Free Coffee Mug

Now I remember one of the downsides of working for the Company. As a temp worker, I'm affected by the vagaries of other divisions — divisions, I might point out, staffed by full-time employees. Anyway, I discovered that my services weren't needed this evening … but everything should be up and running full [...]

Peering at the Clutter of April

I'm temporarily back at the Company where I'm scoring standardized tests. In keeping with this country's love of corporate consolidation, the business has been swallowed up by a bigger business. In fact, the place has a new name. I, however, will continue to use the unoriginal denominator of the “Company,” protecting myself [...]

Erik Bosse, Boy Reporter

Whilst working my way through my second cup of coffee this morning, and having succeeded in catching up on my RSS subscriptions (well, the interesting ones), I began idly checking my name on Google to catch a look-see of who might be trash-talking my good name. I guess it'd been a while since I'd [...]

Hundreds of Superballs on the Dance Floor

Good Friday, they call it. I'd think Bad Friday would be more apt. But I've never gotten a grasp on these dreadful Abrahamic religions and their unsavory passion for misery, suffering, and death.
It might well have been a holiday here in San Antonio. Early Friday afternoon I cycled by half a dozen [...]