Why I’m not a film geek
I really wish I could be a film geek. maybe i just want to be what I imagine a film geek to be. I don’t know why that appeals to me. Maybe because its artsy or cool, or something, but really, even in the movies, the film geeks are a cliche and even the title itself is very deprecating term, and the individual is often ridiculed. le sigh
So here’s why I’m not, or maybe can’t be one. I try my hardest to buy into the story. Unless the movie assaults my senses by taking me OUT of the experience, whether through bad sound or lighting, dialogue, bad acting etc., I can usually play along enough with the directors and writers, to finish watching the movie. It may be a rom-com that is horribly overdone, or some indie flick, i guess i just try to play nice, and see what happens. But, lest I seem like a film whore, I usually am very picky about what I watch. I pass on more films than I actually invest the time in. I’m really liberal with NOT watching something just based on the actual premise of the movie. But I don’t know the differences, or rarely recognize the easter eggs of certain directors. I don’t know about film styles, or genre’s, or any of the things that I could probably learn from a film class or book, or even good website. I don’t know why I’ve never dug deeper into that stuff. *shrug*
My life as a cupcake
Stay tuned.
I’m not a cupcake, spoiler alert.
WTF, can I say. I’m not even trying anymore.
Growing Flowers
Its nights like that that makes days like this
where the thought of you is enough to make me miss
the sight of you and the touch of your hands
makes years roll by like passing sands
no hour glass can hold them though,they’re only ours to bear
each moment grows eternity in knowing that you care
to hold in hands clenched tight enough
to hold on to it when its tough
to grit our teeth and smile in words
to face each other when visions blurred
to taste the tears the other cries
and chop the giants down to size
its only you that helps me down
i can hear your voice through the walls of sound
i can know no doubt in what is ours
it takes some dirt in growing flowers
Growing Flowers by Ben Hembree is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at www.igazaar.com.
Dosafina
One fine day
This was the first thing that came to mind. I guess it bothered me that I went back to dubstep, although I was very happy with what was done.
Two fine day
I had really wanted it to go this way, although I was kind of surprised where it took me.
Old dogs and Old tricks
When I say old tricks, I’m NOT referring to aged ladies of leisure, just FYI.
I have placed myself in a position where, I’m not really sure I know what I’m doing. In fact, I know I don’t know what I’m doing, but it seems so easy to fake it.
I have secured myself a position writing articles about my favorite online activity. By hiring myself out, I’ve also agreed to follow some guidelines regarding content, and the look and feel of the work, etc. As I’m checking and double checking my work, I realize, most of this is probably very basic stuff to someone who has had the training. My high school English classes are years behind me, and even then, I was not enthralled with the idea of punctuating, and formatting and just generally dealing with the things that I was being forced to deal with at the moment. These are things that I’ve taken for granted, and DO know, but honestly, I’ve been very loosely bound to these rules, and bend and break them where I see fit. Yet, now, I’m being asked to strictly adhere to them.
Not only do I need help following grammatical road signs, but I also need help in being a journalist period. I don’t do journals. Any empty page in front of me either ends up with verbal or even actual doodling! I am more prone to firing off a paragraph that has a more apparent rhyme scheme than it does topic, and I’m ok with that. However, this has yet to pay the bills, and, really, if I’m going to get paid doing freelance journalism, I probably need some training!
So I decided to look for some professional help, and where else would i turn to these days, but the internet itself. I think it rather appropriate that the same place I turn to find employment, and profit from, also be the one to train me. After all, I’m going into this as a complete novice in all aspects, and only the best will do for me. Allow me to introduce my teachers, my mentors, and my staff of higher learning:
The Youtube Reporters center.
Scoff if you will, but I will learn as I go, and pick up the needed tools from anywhere that I can. While this may be just a springboard to the next eventual phase, I am learning, and if i remember correctly, thats all you do in school anyway.
