tesseracting my brain

Figured out a few years back that, by throwing myself so completely into filmmaking, I changed the way my brain works. Instead of thinking in words, my creative thoughts and urges came in the form of pure images. Great for when I have the time and energy to shoot movies.

Lately though I’ve had neither time nor energy. So I’ve decided to write instead. No need to coordinate people’s schedules, track down locations, set up lights, or any of the dozen other tasks required when everything is just in my head.

However, my brain keeps throwing images at me instead of words. Even words to describe those images are proving elusive. So for the past few days I’ve begun a concerted effort to rediscover words.

I can feel the folds of my brain shifting and the old reservoirs of ink slowly dripping down the rusted sluices that lead to my fingers.

Right now I have two stories I’m rolling around. One, a science fiction film idea, started life as a film concept so I’m eking it out as a comic script instead. The other could go prose or comic, it’s a little more developed, but I still don’t have a firm grasp on it.

So, that’s what I’m up to these days. That and Batman: Arkham Aslyum.

tidbits

Just last night Rosie was showing me some of her old toys, including the same Barbie video camera that showed up on Boing Boing Gadgets today. Ah, synchronicity.

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Speaking of Rosie, she’s been trying to get me to eat healthier for a while now. To that end, can anyone recommend any good recipes (or places to find recipes) that will help me with that goal?

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In three weeks I’ll finally be able to do with my iPhone what my RAZR could do four years ago, send and receive picture messages.

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In case anyone hasn’t heard, Rosie and I will not be at Dragon*Con this year. She has to work most of the weekend and we’re both trying to save up money for the wedding. That being said, since it’s free (and right by her work) we will both be at the Decatur Book Festival some this weekend.

engaged

I’ve been neglectful in posting. A few weeks back Rosie and I took a trip down to Daytona Beach and I keep meaning to write up a summary, but have been too lazy. Short version: we had a marvelous relaxing time. One day while driving along we spotted the Daytona Magic shop and visited it the next day. It was everything I could imagine a magic shop being. We were shown several tricks by the Amazing Anthony (I am horrible with names, but I think that was his) and I ended up buying the Flying Cards.

The other notable event from down there happened our first full day there. While tooling around the Daytona Flea & Farmers Market, we stopped at Amy’s Custom Jewelry so Rosie could examine the loose stones. As her favorite stone is alexandrite, when she spotted a stone with some color change she had to find out what it was. It turned out to be andalusite instead and we bought two of them. More on that later.

The one other big event I should have blogged about since the trip is the 48 Hour Film Project that I shot this past weekend. It was shot all greenscreen, which was quite a challenge. Fortunately I didn’t have to work on the editing or effects at all. I heard something second hand about our team being disqualified for not completing it though the last I had heard before that we had gotten it turned in on time. When it pops up online I’ll post a link.

Oh and one more thing, yesterday was Rosie’s birthday and I asked her to be my wife. A little while after coming back from Florida, I took one of the stones we bought to my dad and had it set in a ring. Yesterday, thinking she was getting something else, I surprised her with it and, after she realized I was serious, she said yes. To answer the most common question, no, we haven’t set a date. It still feels a little unreal to say I’m engaged, but I am.

magic: a personal history

I don’t remember how my interest in magic started. Maybe David Copperfield sparked it or maybe it just began because of the Eddie’s Trick Shop across the street from where my grandmother worked (this was back when they had a store on Memorial Drive in Stone Mountain). To explain why I first went there requires a quick trip back to kindergarten.

For Halloween that year, my grandmother and great grandmother made me a clown costume. It happened to be red, white, and blue so the next summer, at the age of seven, I walked with a group of clowns from my grandparents’ church in the Stone Mountain Fourth of July parade. I enjoyed the experience so much that I decided to continue. (I ended up walking in that parade as a clown for 20 more years, but that’s a story for another day.)

So I wound up at the aforementioned Eddie’s Trick Shop to take clown lessons. Along with those I took magic lessons, learning such standards as Cup and Balls, Cut and Restored Rope, and tricks with foam rabbits. I never found a shop quite as convenient when I lived in Colorado so I never really found my way into the magic community the way so many did. I do vaguely remember a magic and joke store in some mall out there that may have been called Zeezo’s Zeno’s Magic Castle, but I can’t find anything about it so that name may be completely cooked up by my subconscious.

Whenever I came back to Georgia to visit though I’d make at least one trip to Eddie’s. I always left a little disappointed that I couldn’t afford the big stuff on the top shelves that looked just like tricks I’d seen on TV or read about in books. Instead I’d walk out with a jewel paddle, a money clip, or some other small illusion.

Eventually I discovered Houdini and escape tricks. Finally I had found something that could be big without costing a lot (especially as my father already had a set of lockpicks that he let me play with). I got to be pretty good at picking padlocks. In fact, years later when my mom lost the key to a fireproof safe she had (with the instructions for getting replacement keys inside), I created a set of lockpicks from a hanger and picked open the safe.

My interest in magic continued through elementary and junior high. In high school though filmmaking became my primary passion and magic faded into just another childhood memory. Every time I moved since then I’d rediscover my old magic tricks and briefly consider keeping them close to hand. Other items would take precedence though and that box would wind up in an attic or back of a closet.

Just over a year ago though a mention of the site theory11 popped up on some blog I read. I was intrigued and quickly discovered that magic and magicians were all over the web. Since then I’ve subscribed to Genii magazine, added several sites to my Google Reader list (primarily iTricks and The Magic Newswire), and bought a few items from theory11 and Ellusionist.

I don’t plan to become a professional or even a performing amateur, just the guy that might do a trick or two at a party. Most of what I have been trying to learn are just card tricks and other illusions that don’t require any sort of gimmicks or large props. My girlfriend, Rosie, has been wonderfully supportive of my interest despite how I freaked her out one time with Control.

I often wonder what might have been, if I’d been a bit more driven as a kid. Could I have actually become a true magician? In a certain sense though, I never did leave magic. I just created illusions with a camera instead of a deck of cards.

vacationing

This past weekend saw me leave town for the first time since last year’s Small Press and Alternative Comics Expo. Though this year’s expo did just wrap up, that’s not where I was. Instead of bumming rides around the wilds of Columbus, Ohio, I spent the weekend in the company of my girlfriend, Rosie, up in Helen, Georgia.

After a pleasant drive up, we checked into the cabin we rented from Blue Ridge Cabin Rentals. We unpacked quickly and slipped into the hot tub. Once we had soaked the road off our bones, I boiled up crab legs for our dinner.

We both had trouble sleeping and were up by 8:30 the next morning. Following a lazy breakfast we headed out to Duke’s Creek. We screened for gems, coming up with quite a few garnet shards and other semiprecious stones. A delicious lunch at the Old Bavarian Inn, a few hours wandering around Helen, a trip to the Old Sautee Store, and another relaxing soak on the back porch finished out the day. Rosie made dinner this time, delicious pasta.

We dragged out the trip back by stopping off at a couple of malls. I picked up a copy of Old Man’s War by John Scalzi which I’ll likely start in on after finishing up Valis by Philip K. Dick. Then dinner at Rosie’s parents’ where we went to pick up her dog Bowie. Then, finally, home again.