Funding VICTORY!

The 30 day deadline on our fundraising campaign has lapsed and I'm glad to report we not only met our funding goals, we exceeded them by 144%

That is excellent, and I couldn't have done it without you! As always you can check out the list of supporters for the film on our Sponsors and Investors page.

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Production Day 1 of WYCH

I'm happy to report that Day 1 of filming was an incredible success! I'm very impressed with how efficient, competent, and friendly the crew was. Aaron captured amazing shots that far exceeded my initial expectations! Ian's lighting sets up were very nice and polished!

Chris Eaton directing all the grips and bringing his grip truck made the location moves very smooth and prompt! And I was very excited Jeremy Kashatock was there as Aaron's 1st AC. He did a great job teaching some of the newer students how to work the equipment. And thanks to our 1st AD, Sam Grice, we wrapped filming 1 hour ahead of schedule.

All the grips that came out today were terrific! You guys were fast, enthusiastic, and cooperative. I hope you can make it out for another day of shooting! I look forward to working with you all again, soon.

Definitely check out our Crew List I highly recommend them all!

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WYCH

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It's an acronym for What You Can't Have! My latest (and greatest) ;) short film project.

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Jackie Boy Sings The Blues

07.12.2010
was the deadline that i've been stressing out about since march.
i've never worked this hard on a film before.
i've been doing this over the time period of 2 (going into 3) quarters of school.

the process was long and crazy and amazing. there were times in the middle of it that i panicked because i honestly had the thought "THIS is the career field i'm getting int? i can't do this for the rest of my life!"

but once all is said and done...once the waves of stress subside...it was amazing.
i've only been finished for about 1 day now and already i'm remembering it being a lot easier than i know it was. funny how memory works like that right? it likes to put a positive spin on things otherwise we'd probably never do anything more than once.

anyways, the 07-12-10 (yesterday) deadline was to be entered into the Art Institute section of the International Sacramento Film and Music Festival happening at the end this month. Several films are all being screened this weekend by judges i have never met and are not affiliated with the school (except for the fact that they're judges)

if mine is selected (that doesn't mean it wins) but it screens in downtown Sacramento at the Crest Theater on July 30th 6-9pm.
Ah! It sounds amazing. Seeing my work on a giant huge screen! and open to the public! it's the kind of absolutely terrifying I haven't felt since I was on stage.

it's always good to see you again

well. i've left/returned/arrived.
however you want to word it, really.

it's been 3 months and 26 days, but it feels like years.
-years since i've been myself.
every time i go through transitions like these i lose my sense of self.
what does that say?
mean?
really?
do i really need the people around me...and the places i visit to center myself?

what you do is not who you are.... right?
things are different now.
what do i have to say for myself?

"you are coming home
are you still alone
are you not the same as you used to be

as the sun grows high
and you serve your time
does each day just feel like
another lie

now you know
is it just for show
just a foolish game
that you hide behind

dont forget the nights
when it all felt right
are you not the same
as you used to be used to be

in a endless night
would you feel the fright
of the age that wasn't
could never be

so we hold it close
when we feel the most
like a love that we could not leave behind

we turn the wheel
to which way we feel
till our thoughts lift
i can not find you there

don't forget the nights
when it all felt right
are you not the same as you used to be
used to be

even if i try so hard
would we still be coming to an end
even if we spoke the same words
would we still return as friends
even if its simple from the start
we will give the pieces of the heart
and when there is nothing left to pretend
we will know its coming to an end
even if we try so hard
we will give pieces of our heart

its always good to see you again
even if its coming to an end"

hiding places

I play with sounds on frequencies that go between most ranges
So this one goes out to those of you that understand my language
For I’ve lost my old hiding places and there’s no where left to run
I’m staring at all the familiar faces-knowing it’s only just begun
All this has happened before...
...And all will happen again

it's the final countdown

well, here i am... embarking on my last month living in grass valley. probably for good. i can't think of any reason i would ever move back here; sooner than retirement. i mean, there are no schools here... no good jobs... nothing to do with films... there is just nothing here for me. well, there is. but nothing within reach, i supposed. things i want, but can't have. i'm better leaving them all behind. the beginning of the end? the end of the beginning? who knows what it even is anymore? SIGH. i feel like it's been too long to even do a bullet point checklist. but i'll try to update you, since my last posting... work: manager at 49er fun park (stilllllllll) & beantrees organic coffee in sacramento....i'ma VP at corporate, yo! (yeah, that "yo" phase still hasn't warn off) i'm living in grass valley with jon bell and tony britton. they're rad dudes, but i'm about to move out. december is the last month of my lease, so i should be out by jan. 1st 2010 -holy shit, it's almost 2010-already! and yes, here goes, back at my mother's house in yuba city. yikes. so, sean and i broke up last, and i've remained single and focused on my personal/work/school/family life quite successfully! -pretty proud of myself. i'm going to art institute for a major in digital filmmaking. almost done with my first year! woo! commuting is tiring me out....like supa fasttttt. it will be weird to see where things go from here. i don't know what's waiting for me in yuba city- if anything. it's hard to imagine anything could be left in that town for me. and furthermore, i'm constantly struggling with an irrational (or rational-who knows?) fear of discontent and regret with the way i'm about to leave things in grass valley. i wonder, once i'm gone... what will i miss? who will i miss? who will i keep? what will always stay with me? what will i tell my children/future husband about when i share stories of my young adult life? the questions are probably insignificant, however, the answers are fascinating, nonetheless. -atleast to me. we shall seeeee we shall see.

also, goodbye to snow.
and watching all of jon bell's office/himym dvds.damn.

the stars

stars (the band) has been a recent favorite, as of late.
every now and then they have a slightly impressive composition, but most of the time i'd rate the music itself as fairly average.
it's the lyrics that really get under my skin and tickle around in my brain.



"when there's nothing left to burn
you have to set yourself on fire
...God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
Your quiet eyes
your mouth that never tells lies
You've got one hour,
IT'S TIME YOU TOLD YOUR STORY...

...write what you know...

-Fall into a corner
-Watch your favorite show
-Pray to God to see her
-Write what you know

...Try as he might, he's unable to speak
He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
The bed is unmade, like everything is
Dark little heaven at the top of the stairs...

...And everyday, it's changed since then
...In every way, I've changed since then

Live through this, and you won't look back...


So good when it ends, they'll never be friends

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose

I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

Time can take it's toll on the best of us

Sometimes the T.V. is like a lover
Singing softly as you fall asleep
You wake up in the morning and it's still there
Adding up the things you'll never be

...In every way, I've changed since then

nine minutes and fifty-six seconds to make you cry

if i could tolerate the face these words would make, i would say them.
and if i were strong enough they'd be mine.
these words are not mine.
and you'll never hear them. never find them.
except for here.
in this place where i pretend to say all the things i never will.

"Run your fingers through your hair

Let's pick up from where we left off

Call all your friends, announce the new victory
Once you were sweet to me, knock it off

The music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe you
Doesn't prove you're worth a dime
You work 'round the clock, watch it tick and tock
But this isn't your time
Move over son, it's my turn to shine

Was there ever a moment
One small slice in history
When I took you seriously?

When your belt and your shoes
Did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly?
'Cause that's news to me


And you can forget it, I get it
I just don't let it get to me
I regret to inform I do not fret or mourn
The way things used to be
It's all in the past now, it's all gone

And the only way into the sun is walking
But you'd rather run
You'd rather run away

The songs he writes are for "dad"
The true love lost 'fore he ever had
If stories begun "If father loved son"
We wouldn't be feelin' so bad
But doesn't everyone?

And it's not that I hate you
I never loved you enough to hate you
To get even or mad so as not to seem sad
Just seems ungrateful
'Cause really, I am thankful I'm sad

Maybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed
Then again, I dunno where you came from

You keep carvin' out names
First Jamie then James
And I can't keep up to restrain you
How come?

We two came together for worst and for better
It's true
And the weather is clever
But she's not the only one getting over you
It's me, too

And the only way into the sun is walking
But you'd rather run
You'd rather run away

My god, it's no fun to watch you play dumb
With your ugly hand on her thigh
And she's nervous too, but politeness eschews
The impulse to finger deny

Plus, your girlfriend's a spy


And what would she think to look up from her drink
And find you in your sad little vest tryin' hard to undress
The girls you sat down next to?
She'll think nothing
She'll be thinking of you...

I'm glad I don't know the places you go
I'm glad for you and for them
Let's be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again
Don't mention Ben

It's funny what you miss, it's funny what you don't
I've thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this:
I won't

And the only way into the sun is walking
But you'd rather run
You'd rather run away

Don't say we got along
That's remarkably wrong
It doesn't suggest or imply
The thing about us you don't dare discuss
We never got along famously, we just tried

I tried to be good, I tried to be gracious and kind
But working with you has done nothing but prove a total waste of time........

'Cause the real curse is your mind

Sometimes at night I stare at the ceiling

And wonder what's wrong with me?

To involve myself with people
Who don't know what my true feeling might possibly be

Who latch onto my strength like it's all they've got
It takes all of my strengths
And I go through such lengths
To show them it is not what they think they are stealing


And the only way into the sun is walking
But you'd rather run
You'd rather run away


Yes, the only way into the sun is walking
But you'd rather run

You'd rather run away "

sums it all up

so, an old acquaintance sent me an old picture from some old party. it's of sean and i, bless her heart, she hasn't heard...
ehem.
thank a lot.

so i have this picture now. (whaaatever)
but that's not the point.
the point is in my (EXTREMELY BREIF) nostaglic moment of staring at the picture i realized this really does says it all.
if i could sum up all my experiences of dabbling in love. t'would be...

...bam.

me: totally amused.

him: totally not impressed.

awesome.