after putting it off as long as i could, i went to see American Splendor...before this movie, i had no idea who harvey pekar was...i would dare say that his work goes a long way towards creating a convincing artguement that comic books are a literary art form..i wouldn't go so far as saying they are an american art form...you can't ignore or underestimate the japanses contribution...so, why did i avoid this movie? it confirmed what i was afraid it would..excluding the whole being published thing, my life has been an awful lot like his...dead end souls sucking occupation for apaycheck...yeadrs of working in obscurity...crotchety attitude...believe it or not though, i walked out inspired and enboldened for more lonlieness, frustration, and lack of recognition...

comments, questions, complaints...

reason # 51 why you won't see a romantic comedy script with my name on it...

how do you portray the good times in a relationship without walking into cliches?

thoughts this morn of an old man I met last winter...won't cover the details...might write about it...what's on my mind this morning is his state of mind...at best he was in his mid70's...his grasp of the world around him was thin...his major though process seemed to circle aorund fear, confusion, desperation...when I met him, i thought, there but for grace of god...today i feel like i was given a glimpse of my future...

try again...so...what's ahead...prepping a new website...for a fuller digital representaion...hope to include some audio/video...we'll see...

inspirations...photography...both shooting and viewing...frustrated now because my digi is at the bottom of the largest freshwater lake west of the m.i.ss.iss.i.pp.i...i may just have to resort to analog...

blogger pissing me off right now...will try to post again later...urrrrrrgh

well it seems I've been doing this for about a year...reasses...learned a little html...more comfortable with putting my work in front of people...loving the new direction in theme and tone...all in all a good move in the right direction...keep on movin...

moving some posts from b,s,b,...really more appropriate in this space...

this entry from 9.4.01 kinda says it all:

so i'll own this

make believe love is a poisonous pleasure
real love is the sand in my shoe
the passion that feeds me is my passion for words
at the end of the day i am my own best company
at the end of my life all i have is me

housecleaning...entry from 9.5.01...

a few details...

i'm a writer/filmmaker in the rocky mountain region

my work is informed by a variety of creative forces:

Burroughs, William
Bukowski, Charles
Thompson, Hunter & Jim
Himes, Chester
Carver, Raymond
Dreiser, Theodore
Goines, Donald
Steinbeck, John
Leigh, Mike
Lee, Spike
Scorsese, Marty
Dix, Otto
Gilliam, Terry
Simone, Nina
D, Chuck
Waits, Tom
Mingus, Charles
Cash, Johnny
Mother Africa
Guiness

to name a handful.

i've been working in happy obscurity as an independent publisher and producer for five years.

i've been writing for over 15 years.

i have have a passion/weakness for women and alcohol.

this is my testimony.

dreams...dreams of others...dreams of mine...always good material...for instance: the dream a girl had of her teeth falling out...communication, but i have to lookt that one up...i'm sure there's more to it...or the dream of a group of women standing together at a party...wake...and the daughter of the dead man asks her friends to have sex with her father...it seems he's not dead, just in a coma...she hopes this will bring him to life...so they each take turns...hey, i didn't make this up...or the dream of a gift that has been waiting for a boy for 23 years...kept secret from him by a greedy, manipulative step father...what more is there to say?