Monday, July 21, 2014

Girlfriend Watches StarWars Ep. IV for first time Ever, I live tweeted her reactions


A few months ago my lovely girlfriend and I were watching TV when the new trailer for The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug came on.  Then this conversation happened:

GF: Babe, what's the Hobbit?
Me: Seriously?
GF: Well, I know it's a movie, but...
Me: Do you know the Lord of The Rings?
GF: Those movies, I never saw them, yeah....
Me: (facepalm) Well, those were based on some books by J.R.R. Tolkien, and the prequel to all those is actually The Hobbit, which Peter Jackson, the guy who directed the LOTR movies, is now making into 3 separate movies, we just watched the trailer for the 2nd installment.
GF: Oh. Ok.

About 30 seconds go by, until I start thinking.

Me: Babe?
GF: Yes.
Me: Have you seen the Star Wars movies?
GF: Yeah... I think so... (tilts head and thinks) umm... Yeah I'm pretty sure.
Me: Hmmm, so which one was your favorite?
GF: I like the one where the guy dies at the end but comes back.
Me: (scratches head) Ok... I guess... wait, which guy?
GF: You know, not Spock, but the other one.

At this point I stand up and start pacing...

Me: Oh. no no no no no no no no no no
GF:  What? What is it?
Me: That's... not... it's just... no... Yeah that is Star Trek, and the newest one at that.
GF: Oh, ha.
Me: Yoda? Luke? Darth Vader?
GF: (blank stares)
Me: We're breaking up*

*did not actually say this

Needless to say, my mind started racing.  I mean, these movies practically defined who I am if not at the very least a system of quotes for which my older brother and I use to communicate.  I understand, she's a few years younger than I am, and the oldest of her siblings, so it stands to reason she wouldn't have seen them.  Either way, I set out to correct this, as well as about 50 other movies (in my DVD collection alone) that she hadn't seen that were important for me.

So finally a few weeks ago, she finally said, "babe, we should watch Star Wars." Me being the movie dork that I am didn't want to do it unless it was at the right time.  Plus, if I'm honest with myself, I was a little nervous that she might not like them and I'd have to rethink many choices in my life.  Her taste in movies, certainly isn't bad, she just tends to like unknown  b-movie horror movies (not that there is anything wrong with them) that we drag up on Netflix.  I can't watch these movies, because, I'm a total wimp and I don't like the nightmares and the heebeegeebees right before bed they give me (but that's a whole other blog post).

So, finally, last week, we watched A New Hope and because I thought it might be fun for others to see this, I live tweeted the experience, which I've collected below.  It was such a great experience for both her and I that we will be doing Ep V and VI (probably will have to break her hear with I, II and III as well) so that we're ready for VII.  Who knows, we might even branch out to other movies.  I'm also trying to convince her to let me post videos of her "priceless" and "animated" reactions.









Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Well, at least I know I'm on the right track...

So I worked really late last night again doing AC/Gaffer work which is always a joy. Got home at 3:30am and ate a bowl of cereal before heading to bed next to a phlegm filled and very sick girlfriend. Slept a good 7 hours and besides my back feeling a bit like it's being snapped in half I don't feel all that bad. But I was troubled by this crazy epic dream I had.

The dream was this: I was with my friend Tyler and we were in San Diego both walking around with our Digital SLRs, I believe the Canon 5d (something definitely on my wish list) but it's not important. We were working for someone, I'm not sure who, but we basically had to gather a bunch of stock images, and it wasn't just a fun photography shoot. There was the element of a deadline and the ever present anxiety about hoping what images you capture will be well received and liked (think how you felt in high school everyday when you were getting dressed).

At first I was doing well, and we were having a blast. We stopped at some taco stand, had a great taco, then took pictures of the tacos and head out to catch a quick beauty shot of the sea as the sun set over the horizon.

Then we were back at an office cubicle setup trying to download some images and catchup. This is when I realized I am a retard. I apparently wasn't shooting images, but rather small video clips of the things I was seeing. In other words, I didn't know how to use the camera.

As is often the case in dreams, I was quickly whisked away again to being on location and trying to shoot. But the anxiety overcame me and I couldn't shoot anything. Not only was the technology of the camera so overwhelming that I felt like I was incapable of using it, I felt as if every time I looked through the lens, or saw the viewfinder of what I had just shot it looked like something a total amateur had snapped. A glance at Tyler and the disappointment and frustration on his face was enough to send me into a panic. And with this panic is how I woke up.

I still consider this a good dream though. It's just my subconscious screwing with me and keeping me humble. I know that when I shoot, good images are generally produced, and ironically I'm sure Tyler himself would agree with that. It has to do with my uncertain future. As I delve further down into the rabbit hole of a career in creative endeavors there is always going to be some trepidation about performance. If you didn't have this, it probably means you don't care enough. And it probably means you aren't on the right track. This anxiety is like a sign post, as is most fear in our lives. If you go for the things you fear you'll not only conquer them but you'll also usually be surprised at how NOT frightening it actually was.

So once the panic subsided and all I could focus on was the horrible pain in my back, still present as I scribe this, I know that small fear of failure for the short films I've written and will be directing, or the photography work I have coming up, or the design work, or the writing, or anything, is completely unfounded and only exists because of an irrational fear.

So, off I go, into the uncharted... facing my fears, one at a time.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Dealbreaker

DEALBREAKER is someplace you should visit regularly.

http://dealbreaker.tumblr.com

Oh yeah, August 11th... you might recognize that guestbreaker.

Matt Jackson

Matt Jackson asked me what the deal is with this blog? Do I only post once a month? Since its inception, Raphe, you've only posted 5 posts, and well, each one in a different month.

So, this post makes at least 2 in one month.

In your face Matt Jackson!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

How to NOT compete when down and out in a terrible economic situation!

This morning as I'm lying in bed trying to push away the day with a few more hours, maybe even just a few more minutes of sleep, my girlfriend is on the phone talking about something with her mother. Now, it's important to note that when my girlfriend speaks with her mother it all sounds like gibberish to me. Mainly because she is Polish, and well, I don't speak Polish. I make out the words, 1993, Ford, and Taurus. I'm slowly pulled out of my sleep as my brain tries to wrap around what they are talking about.

Then the conversation ends. "Bye Mamo!"

Silence surrounds me and I start to fall back asleep.

Beep. Beep beep beep beep beep. She's dialing the phone.

Turns out she is calling Chrysler dealerships back in Michigan where her parents live to inquire about the C.A.R.S. or "Cash for Clunkers" program offered by the Federal Government as an incentive to buy new, more fuel efficient vehicles. The deal is you get up to $4,500 cash rebate from good old Uncle Sam when you trade in a "Clunker." (Certainly a '93 Taurus would qualify).
Now, my girlfriend at this point is calling Chrysler for 2 reasons. Primarily she is calling because her father happens to work for Chrysler back in Michigan and they would like to support the company (thus ensuring further his pension and retirement). Secondly she has heard that they are going above and beyond the regular stimulus of $4,500 maximum and matching whatever the Government qualifies you for. So, by that rational then, you can expect as much as $9,000 off. A sure good way to move some product and perhaps put a spike into the sales of Chrysler that will hopefully enable them to scrape their asses off the pavement.
Or so one would think.
As I listened to her talk to various dealerships, one after the other until about the 6th or 7th one, I realized a trend. Her phone calls weren't very long and some of them ended quite abruptly. I wondered if this was just a misconception on my part caused from the somewhat semi-lucid state I was in; drifting in and out of sleep and all.
Low and behold, I was not imagining things. Each time she called a Chrysler dealership the conversation was quick and to the point. One went something like this:

Hi, I'm calling to see what cars you have in stock that qualify for the cash for clunkers program.

(Short Pause)

Just the vans then?

(Very short pause)

Oh, you're too busy to look...

A beep as she hit the off button on the phone. Apparently they hung up on her.

So call after call to the Chrysler dealerships led to nothing but frustration.

A few minutes later she decided to move on to a local Ford dealership. Her first call was drastically different from her others. A nice gentleman in sales answered the phone and spoke with her until she decided she had enough info. He informed her that they had a ton of vehicles in stock that qualified, from the Fusion to the Eclipse Hybrid SUV. He also told her that he'd have to look more specifically into the car (the '93 Taurus) when she came in to see the exact rebate that they'd likely get. She explained to him that she was merely calling on behalf of her parents who live in Michigan and he offered his name and extension so that if they wanted to contact him personally or come visit and explore options he'd be more than happy to show them. She hung up fairly satisfied, and even a little more mystified about her experiences with Chrysler.

Now I'm not trying to write this blog as a sort of advertisement of Ford and how great they are in comparison to Chrysler, although certainly the experience today could lead one to that conclusion. What I want to say about it is bigger.

We obviously are going through tough economic times and Chrysler along with the rest of the American car companies has probably been hit the hardest. We always have to ask ourselves why we are in these situations. Many theories exist and it's probably a combination of a great many things that have led us down this road. I believe the primary reason we are in such an economic downturn is that corporate greed and profit have become too high a priority since the Reaganomics era of the 80's. There is always a balance in capitalism between serving the customer and profiting off of them. The latter, has of course been far too emphasized as we boomed as recently as 5 years back. Companies put profits before their customers and cut corners and took advantage in areas where they could skimp on the quality of their products and at the same time up the cost to the consumer. This unbalance leaves us with CEO's that make $7,000 an hour while John Q Bluecollar is laid off at home with no health insurance.

To me, this has been a wide spread problem amongst American companies, sparing a few companies that still hold ideals of good honest and ethical business on high. The silver lining in this economy for me at least is that hopefully it will restore a bit of balance to the delicate business of capitalism. My hopes are that companies who take the time, like Ford did today, will triumph because they truly become, a better way to buy, and a better product. Whereas companies, as Chrysler showed itself today, will diminish. It is ever so important to treat your customers with respect, especially when they don't have much money and have a billion different choices of where to buy their car or other items.

Now I know that perhaps today was a crazy day for Chrysler dealerships in Michigan and that perhaps those sales reps are struggling to keep their jobs alive and can't take the time to talk to one person from California on the phone, who clearly isn't going to be buying today. I also recognize that the entire brand identity of a company like Chrysler does not reflect solely outward from the sales department. However, I believe in an idealistic utopian stance of capitalism. Treat EVERY customer with respect, no matter what, because ultimately it's good for the company. Who knows, maybe she would have talked to the first guy at Chrysler she connected with and he was super helpful. Then she tells her mom to go in there and trade in the car, they do. And wouldn't you know it, he extends the same level of courtesy to her mother as he did to her on the phone. This bit of info, making her mother happy, travels back to her and she decides that her lease for her car is up soon and maybe she'll support Chrysler too and get one of her own. Then, maybe I follow suit, because hey, Chrysler treats you right. Sure, it's a little far fetched. But that's the idea. You never know how your interaction with one person will have an effect on several others. So play it safe and assume all your interactions will come back to you in one way or another.


Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Dialogue Exercise

Steve puts the dishes away, clanking them on just about every surface imaginable.  His roommate Joe sits at the counter nibbling on some pretzels watching the spectacle before him.
"So I saw Suzy today," Steve said out of nowhere.
Joe, still chewing on a pretzel opens his eyes wide, pushing his eyebrows up on his forehead and connects eyes with Steve.
"She asked about you," Steve said.
"I can't believe I'm still alive," Joe said.  "I've never drank as much as I did last night in my life."
"No shit," Steve exclaimed.
"So what did little miss Suzy have to say about me?" Joe asked.
Steve cleared his throat.
"I bet she didn't say anything."
Steve turned his back to Joe and continued unloading some plates from the drying rack.
"I remember very little of what she said," Steve said.
"God, there is a lot of dishes," Joe remarked.
"Do you really want me to tell you what she said?" Steve asked, looking directly at Joe now.
"I used to believe she cared for me and that she actually even loved me once."
Joe spun his fingers around the rim of the fruit bowl sitting on the counter.  It was odd that they even had the fruit bowl since neither one of them had purchased fruit in ages.  Now the bowl just sat there collecting dust, two black bananas sagging into its recess, gravity taking its toll.
"You don't think she ever loved you?" Steve asked rhetorically.
Joe picked up the bananas and held them up, inspecting them before placing them back in the bowl and pushing his finger into one of them, ripping its skin and pushing pulp out like a tube of toothpaste.
"You know," Steve started, "I remember when we had that party a while back.  The one where you were running around in your underwear.  She was there, and when you first ran by in your undies she was talking to me.  You know what she said?  She looked right at you as you passed and then looked up right at me and said, 'That's the guy I'm gonna marry some day.'  I remember feeling so jealous of what you two had at that moment."
"You never told me that before," Joe said, now looking up at his friend.
Steve just looked back down at the dishes and shrugged his shoulders a bit.  Joe could sense something had changed inside him and maybe he was imagining things but he could swear Steve's eyes were a little misty.  Steve turned on the water and ran the first of the plates under it, scrubbing the caked on cheese off.