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Sep. 26th, 2005 04:43 pmThe Martin Scorsese film biography of Bob Dylan "No Direction Home" airs on PBS tonight at 9pm EST. I am posting this here because I will forget and if you see me online or in chat tonight, please remind me that this is something I really want to see but I am tackling track mattes when I get home and who knows what kind of brain function I will have when 9pm rolls around. Also - I might need to be reminded to eat.
In other, related news - I started a vid this weekend and I am two minutes in and they are two really good minutes (and I don't say that lightly) and right now I am at work and I miss my vid.
In other, related news - I started a vid this weekend and I am two minutes in and they are two really good minutes (and I don't say that lightly) and right now I am at work and I miss my vid.
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Date: 2005-09-26 09:25 pm (UTC)God, me too.
This is one of those "my vids are my children" things, isn't it?
::sighs, pets framed photo of vid-in-progress::
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Date: 2005-09-26 09:41 pm (UTC)Also, were you the person who gave me This Is Americana 1? If so I can now return the favor with This Is Americana 2, if you'd like it.
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Date: 2005-09-27 03:47 pm (UTC)::loves::
I have to get this DVD. And vid more Dylan. And listen to more Dylan. And watch part 2 tonight! Whee!
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Date: 2005-09-26 10:34 pm (UTC)But lucky you! You have Adobe After Effects.
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Date: 2005-09-27 03:34 pm (UTC)I just realized I no longer have AE last night actually...
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Date: 2005-09-27 01:42 pm (UTC)*
After I drive Fraser home from the hospital, try to get him set up in his new apartment a bit, he tells me to leave. “Go home, Ray,” he tells me, “I can take it from here.”
I don’t know what to say to the guy – I mean, he’s newly short some extremities, your friends should be around to help you out under such a circumstance. But “No,” he says, “I’ll manage.”
So I leave. I call the next day and Fraser says he’s doing fine, he’s “acclimating to his new environment”, and no he doesn’t need anything. I take the hint and stop myself from calling every fifteen minutes to ask the same dumb questions. He’s taking this way better than I am, apparently, and he’s the one that’s minus a leg. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if it was me. (Stand it. Ha, funny.)
I don’t hear from him again until Wednesday night. Fraser’s been in his apartment for two days by himself, because if anyone calls him he says: don’t visit. There’s apparently a delicate process in which he learns how to get around and commune with nature. He probably goes “ommm” a lot. Crazy freak. I’m glad to hear from him, as I was about two seconds from going over there and busting his door down.
“Ray,” he says, “Have I ever told you the story about Buck Frobisher and the seven salmon?”
And Fraser launches into this long tale about some fish, and in true Fraser-style, I don’t figure out until five minutes into it that he’s asking me for help.
“Hey. Skip ahead to the moral of this story,” I say, and Fraser falls silent.
“Well,” he says at last. “There are two morals to the story. One of them is ‘don’t load your ammunition into someone else’s rifle.’ And the other...”
“A man’s gotta know when to ask for help, Fraser.”
“Precisely, Ray,” he says, and his voice kinda cracks a little. He sounds relieved. “Can you –“
“Already on my way,” I tell him, right as I pull up in front of his building.
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Date: 2005-09-27 03:39 pm (UTC)What a *wonderful* surprise waiting for me in my inbox! Thank you. Oh man, you so deserve chili ramen minus the fuzz.
Fraser says he’s doing fine, he’s “acclimating to his new environment”, and no he doesn’t need anything.
See - you have a great Ray voice, but what really pushes me over the edge is that you are doing fantastic Fraser thru Ray and I am all kinds of happy. I mean, the entire bit with Buck Frobisher and the Seven Salmon and I am just dead. ACK!
Remind me and Pips to tell you about the library cards.