in Toronto you gotta strain your neck a bit more to see the sky.
I am currently on book four of my summer syllabus, which is pretty much where I should be four weeks into summer. I’ve set for myself a quota of one novel a week, which isn’t too difficult a workload but which still requires a level of devotion that places my pursuits outside the realm of “pleasure reading” and plunges them into the heady waters of “obsessive compulsive reading.” I am reading because I am writing, and reading helps you write, despite what my “writer” friends who avoid reading like the plague (and incidentally, rarely produce any writing) might say. You can’t write well if you don’t read often. Anyway here’s my reading list, feel free to chat with me if you’ve read any of these:
Vladimir Nabokov Lolita Julian Barnes Nothing to Be Frightened Of John Wyndham The Day of the Triffids Elmore Leonard Maximum Bob
Geoffrey Eugenides The Marriage Plot
Donna Tartt The Little Friend
Steve Martin Born Standing Up
Tom Robbins Still Life With WoodpeckerSteve Erickson These Dreams of You
John Irving The 158-Pound Marriage
Glenn DuncanI, Lucifer
Dow Mossman The Stones of Summer
Chimimanda Ngozi Adichie The Thing Around Your Neck
David Gilmour Sparrow Nights (4th re-reading)
SHOULD WE DO ONE? 30 SONGS? OUT OF 220 (+ THE RARE AS HELL EP STUFF)?
Here are some more stills. The dark ones won’t be in the film because that camera sucks. Two days of filming and already this feels like work. Things I forgot about making movies:
1) Editing is fucking excruciating
2) People who think Final Cut is an intuitive program are fucking bonkers
3) People who use the term “industry standard” in describing Final Cut have usually never made a film themselves
4) But if they have, they have used a magical version of the program that I simply cannot find
Right now it’s all about dropping frames, endless buffering right in the middle of a creative editing idea, unworkable audio features, and other inexplicable frustrations that make me want to throw up with rage and stifled creativity. If this were a painting, and I could paint, I could just paint it. Instead I’m at the mercy of a baffling middleman that everyone says is truly amazing, when I see it as the village idiot.
I’ve just started filming for a project that’s been in my head for a long time now. It’s a lot more personal than Sudbury ‘96 and a lot darker but I hope there will still be plenty of laughs. I’m putting a lot more effort into the cinematography this time around. There will also be a drastic improvement in the sound, compared to last time. This movie is called Battle. It’s about two best friends who are obsessed with joining the army. They watch war films, play first-person shooter video games, and train constantly for the Canadian Forces physical fitness test. It’s pretty much all they think about. One gets in, the other doesn’t. And from there, life takes over. Let’s just say things get pretty shitty. It’ll be out when I’m done.
JVR Makes it 4-2!
What a fucking goal this was. Worthy of #8.
This is Terry. He’s really alert. Coming soon to a Big City Nights video near you.
I saw a man writing on a typewriter on the street the other day. Street novelin’, he was (I hope).