I'm still not eating or drinking anything on Tuesdays (aside from a few cups of water), yet I proceeded to eat about fourteen pounds of seafood tonight, which seems to defeat the purpose. Then again, I don't even know what 'the purpose' is, so I'll just chalk it up to a somewhat extreme example of my friends Yin and Yang and leave it at that.
I just made a tough, tough, tough decision. A potentially glorious professional opportunity presented itself, but there were too many uncertainties--not to mention the fact that it would have put me in even deeper debt--so I had to pass it up. Not to tease y'all, but I'd rather not say what it was. It sounds like I might be able to help out on the post-production end, so perhaps something good will still come of it. If that happens, I'll certainly let you know.
Not that you need a reminder, but tonight's the big night! Alex Karpovsky's award-winning THE HOLE STORY will be making it's New York City debut. If you aren't amped to be there then why are you dorking out reading indie film blogs? Go to www.rooftopfilms.com for specifics. Don't miss this event.
After the final credit has rolled, join us at 151 Rivington to see how Boredom at its Boredest and The Back Row Manifesto get down on a Thursday night. Tom Hall will be going the extra mile in order to make up for the USA's shamefully lackluster performance on Monday, while Michael Tully will simply be giddy to be in public.
Since we're on the topic of 'blog crushes,' I might as well post this link. While it doesn't qualify as a 'blog' crush, it certainly qualifies as an irrational attraction to a person I've never met. I just watched this five times in a row, skidding from waves of exhilaration to pangs of yearning to burns of heartbreak to caverns of depression. I actually won't go see Cat Power anymore because it makes me feel utterly hopeless and sad. The fact that 10 out of 10 indie rock dudes feel the exact same way only adds to the humiliation. While I'm sure Chan is sweet and decent and crush-worthy in person, I'm confident that I wouldn't be drawn to her in that way if I met her. Which is a strange thing to say. But from this distance, oh Chan, you are the oneeeee forrrrr meeeee......