birthday blog - William Matheson's Journal
Jan. 31st, 2006
11:59 pm - birthday blog
I don't know when I'll ever get that New York stuff up. It was exciting and enriching and well worth writing about, but with all the mixed feelings associated with coming back it all kind of ended up on the back burner.
I finished "Beyond the Blue Event Horizon" by Frederik Pohl today. I started only yesterday, so anxious was I to finally follow up on "Gateway," which I'd read back in Ostroh (it happened to be on the shelf and I was starved for reading material). I just love these books; they're just the right mix of adventure, bleakness, reality, and humour to keep me entertained. After I vacuum up those, I'll read the Harry Potter series just to see what the fuss is all about. It's getting so that it's too big of a segment of pop culture to be comfortably left out of. It's hard enough not listening to the same music everyone else is! I don't mean to be snotty. I think I just have a built-in resistance to new things.
Today* was my birthday. Now I'm 24. Yikes. I had a little gathering at Gatsby's tonight, although it was lightly attended due to the snowstorm. If I hadn't been chomping at the bit to go downtown after seven months away from Halifax, and if I wasn't promised at least one or two people within walking distance, I would have postponed it a night or two, but I figured the adventure would be worth it. For those of you who didn't come, let's just say you didn't miss much. I had two guests (Katie and Mike), and they weren't even there at the same times. It still felt really good to get out. Katie was really a sight for sore eyes.
* - Fastidiously speaking, "yesterday" - I also doctored the time on this post, it's actually nearly 0100 on February 1st.
Mike and I had a good chat about the movie business, and he told me a lot of things about the NSCC Screen Arts program that I don't really want to hear. He suggests that it might even be a waste of money, and he's displeased with the mentality of the industry around here. To give you an example, "Transit," (a piece he was loosely involved with) was rejected for funding from a certain body because it was judged to be too complex and difficult to shoot. Why? Well you see, a bus pulls up. Of course, I'd just drag my DV down to the bus shelter and time things according to the schedule, but that's evidently not how things work on the semi-professional side.
Anyway, I'm just kind of generally disheartened. My desired program just a waste of money? Now what? I like teaching, maybe I should follow-up on that. Well, at least I'm not feeling depressed yet. I have that going for me, at least. And writing - g*d, I need to write something! Anything! But it's like pulling teeth. As soon as writing stops being fun, I stop wanting to do it. I'm like that with everything. It's a pity I can't just go to the corner store and buy myself some work ethic.