Whew! I'm finally back from my conference in Chicago. Even though I'm physically and mentally exhausted, I'm completely pumped to go out there and make some kick-ass videos.
A few points of interest: one of the speakers included a taped interview that she had with Bono as part of her presentation. I was in tears.
I saw a TON of people wearing either ONE gear, ONE bands or RED shirts. I was feeling the love!
Oh, and the information was really good too. Overall, I'm feeling inspired, rejuvenated, and ready to go make a difference as an artist!
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
I'll Warn You Now, This Doesn't Make Much Sense
As usual, I've fallen into a slump of non-blogging, which (oddly enough) seems to happen when my life gets more dramatic.
Well, my life is more dramatic. I'll spare you the details, and simply say that said drama is wonderfully scary and confusing. Emphasis on the confusing part. It turns out that I still have no freakin' clue what I want out of life, what I want to accomplish, where I want to be, or who I want to be with.
It's like, all your life, you think that you want a hot fudge sundae, and then a popsicle comes along, and you think... "You know what, popsicles are good- they aren't hot fudge sundaes, but who cares- it's all dessert, right?" So you try it, and realize that you hate popsicles. And then a fudge-dipped ice cream cone comes along, and you think "Great. It's chocolate, it's ice cream, we're getting closer!" So you try it, and realize that spoons are more important to you than you thought. So you decide that you're done... you want a hot fudge sundae, and you're going to keep looking until you find one. Then some jack-ass Morpheus character shows up and tells you that hot fudge sundaes don't actually exist... they're just a figment of your colorful subconscious. Part of you accepts this, and starts looking for the next best thing, while part of you still clings to your fantasy of warm chocolate and ice cream in a bowl, with a cherry on top. Where and when do you draw the line between "settling" and being realistic? When do you decide that it's better to pick something than to go hungry, endlessly searching for something that doesn't exist?
Well, my life is more dramatic. I'll spare you the details, and simply say that said drama is wonderfully scary and confusing. Emphasis on the confusing part. It turns out that I still have no freakin' clue what I want out of life, what I want to accomplish, where I want to be, or who I want to be with.
It's like, all your life, you think that you want a hot fudge sundae, and then a popsicle comes along, and you think... "You know what, popsicles are good- they aren't hot fudge sundaes, but who cares- it's all dessert, right?" So you try it, and realize that you hate popsicles. And then a fudge-dipped ice cream cone comes along, and you think "Great. It's chocolate, it's ice cream, we're getting closer!" So you try it, and realize that spoons are more important to you than you thought. So you decide that you're done... you want a hot fudge sundae, and you're going to keep looking until you find one. Then some jack-ass Morpheus character shows up and tells you that hot fudge sundaes don't actually exist... they're just a figment of your colorful subconscious. Part of you accepts this, and starts looking for the next best thing, while part of you still clings to your fantasy of warm chocolate and ice cream in a bowl, with a cherry on top. Where and when do you draw the line between "settling" and being realistic? When do you decide that it's better to pick something than to go hungry, endlessly searching for something that doesn't exist?
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