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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Tiredness - Varieties of and unforeseen side-effects

Though I wrote this blog a while ago, this is it's first appearance on blogger and I only edited a few things. Please do let me know your thoughts on tiredness and sleep...or your thoughts on how my younger self used to express her thoughts. All comments are welcome.

Variety is usually good. At least as far as I'm concerned. But have you noticed that tiredness is different depending on what has made you tired?

Right now I'm tired because I'm over-worked (70 hrs a week right now), and underpaid (how much would be enough for 70 hours a week? =not sure there is enough - maybe if I really LOVED my job). Don't get me wrong, I like my job. Which is more than many people can say...but this blog is not about this job.

This blog is supposed to be about the different varieties of being tired.

Have you noticed that feeling tired from playing too much feels so good? Like when you were a kid in the summertime and you were out playing from sunrise to sunset and you come home, eat, and just basically pass out. I loved that feeling of playing hard and sleeping so soundly a bear could come tearing through your bedroom and you'd probably just roll over.

But there are different kinds of tired. The aformentioned, and others as well. There's tired with a headache (brought on from too much computer use or crying babies -of which I have none of my own but have been around enough - babies that is). Tired from traveling- which might be one of the worst because then, to add insult to injury, you have to sleep in a foreign bed or travel more to get to the foreign bed. Yuck. And then there's tired from insomnia from an over-active brain when obsessing about something or just working on a problem way too hard. (Because, really, who ever solved a problem constructively by over-thinking?) That might be worse than traveling-tired. Am I discovering lower-levels of tiredness? This is not a good sign.

One more: Tired from staying up so late with friends who make you laugh so much, your sides and cheeks hurt, and your whole body is tired from the strain of laughing more in a few short hours than you did during the entire Bush administration (laughing was banned during the Bush administration - it was ruled unpatriotic by the patriot act).

So tired leads to sleep. But you know how sometimes you make yourself stay up past being tired to get something done (like work for me right now) and then you realize much to your own dismay that you've pushed yourself past being tired and you can't sleep. I hate when that happens!

So goodnight. And sometimes, even when the tired is induced from a favorable activity (another example: thanksgiving dinner), it can help with a rant, or potentially give you better dreams, or at the very least, give you something to blog about.

Lastly, apologies for being over-parenthetlcal. Recently-discovered side-effect of being overly-tired. Also, over-use of hyphens-another side-effect.

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Saturday, February 27, 2010

Popping the question is better than porn!

My friends Carl & Jen got engaged today. Carl set up this full-on surprise-staged production. Both of their parents came to town (also a surprise), and we, their family and friends, gathered at The Silent Movie Theatre in Hollywood for the event. As a filmmaker, I suspect Carl wanted to have this surprise proposal at a film-able location. Also, he hid the surprise by claiming Jen and he were invited to a film festival screening of a short film they worked on. Anyway, the last time I stepped foot in The Silent Movie Theatre, prior to this afternoon, was six years ago while working on an documentary.

Picture it...

This is one of my first documentary film jobs in Los Angeles. Prior to this job, I'd done a very buttoned-up documentary television series on NBC about the court system in San Diego. I'd also worked on a few other random documentaries, and on MTV's Music Video Awards. But nothing prepared me for this one day of shooting in The Silent Movie Theatre in Los Angeles.

I'm working as a camera assistant on this documentary called Inside Deep Throat. Basically it's a documentary about Deep Throat, a pornography that was hugely controversial and subsequently popular (ban something and it usually grows in intrigue and popularity), and became the namesake of the secret informant of Watergate. The documentary is about the Ins and Outs of what was going on in and around Deep Throat in 1972...From the synopsis,
"It was banned in 25 states. The government didn't want you to see it. Deep Throat was more than just a titillating curiosity, it was the sexually explicit film that ignited a social and political firestorm. Inside Deep Throat examines the politics and the payoff, the porn stars and persecution of the cultural phenomenon that remains just as highly controversial today..." (click here for more)

But what's important for my story here is what we were filming at The Silent Movie Theatre some six years ago.

Like many documentaries, our crew for this shoot was very small. (In comparison, commercial shoots usually have a minimum of 40 crew members working on them.) There might've been six of us including the two co-directors, the Director of Photography, another producer-type, myself, and an assistant or two they called in from the office because they needed more bodies. Here's why they needed bodies...

(Keep in mind this is the first location of the day for us, with a call time of around 7am. Which in documentaries usually means we'll be shooting by 8am, 9 at the latest.)

The filmmakers wanted to re-create the original 1972 viewing audiences. Which means they were replaying the film on the big screen of The Silent Movie Theatre. After setting up the camera and lights, my presence was required as part of the audience. I was positioned next to one of the directors, who was supposed to look like my date to the movie, so at some point he puts his arm around me. Which wasn't so terrible because he was a very nice guy and was fully appropriate... though not as full as other things. All totaled, I believe we sat through one and a half viewings of this film. Full-screen, full-sex, full-70s-BUSH.

Now let me disclaim here that I think people should tend to their nether-regions however suits them best. Whether full, trimmed, landing-stripped or non-existent, I think it falls under some constitutional freedom (maybe an addendum to the first amendment?) that we have the right to express ourselves through how we landscape and present our body's most expensive and sought-after real-estate. But seeing 70s, full-bush in all it's glory in different positions in a hokey and over-lit porno film at 8am on a Tuesday was a little much for this newbie-documentarian Los Angeleno.

Somehow, I never found reason to step into The Silent Movie Theatre again.

Until today.

It was actually quite lovely. Jen was aptly surprised by the whole charade. She said YES. (Whew!) I think they both shed a few tears, as did a good portion of the audience (myself included - geesh I'm a softie). And afterward, we all got to celebrate their engagement and impending nuptials. All-in-all, it was a lovely afternoon and I was glad to be a part of it... Unlike my first trip to The Silent Movie Theatre.

Actually, that's not totally true. I was glad to be a part of Inside Deep Throat. It was a very interesting documentary to work on. Especially since we interviewed Gore Vidal, Hugh Hefner, and Bill Maher, just to name a few. But I will never forget the way I saw this movie, nor The Silent Movie Theatre for providing the venue for our doc. By the way, The Silent Movie Theatre is not so silent anymore. They've added sound to their theatre so we also got to hear the hokey 70s porn music after which all porn music is now modeled.

Thanks, Carl & Jen, today was better...by a large....

landing strip.


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