MEATBALL DAY

“Molasses, waist deep, covered the street and swirled and bubbled about the wreckage. Here and there struggled a form — whether it was animal or human being was impossible to tell. Only an upheaval, a thrashing about in the sticky mass, showed where any life was… Horses died like so many flies on sticky fly-paper. The more they struggled, the deeper in the mess they were ensnared. Human beings — men and women — suffered likewise.”

…this was originally a three-screen installation, so put your face really close to the screen and use your imagination.

More than eight months working the night shift has finally started to take its toll in the form of (among other things) haphazard insomnia. It seems my body, after trying so hard to figure out exactly when to be tired and when to be… not tired, has finally thrown its hands up (not mine, my body’s metaphorical ones) and said “fuck it.” The result is frustrating, to say the least, and maddening of late. Last night I slept for twelve hours, tonight I fell asleep on the couch for an hour but couldn’t fall back once I switched to the bed.

This is not to say that the night shift hasn’t been affecting my life before, just that it seems to have reached a critical mass this month. It would help if the job was satisfying in some way, was using my degree in some way, was leading to a better job of some sort, was full of wonderful benefits, and so on and so on and so on. But no. The only thing it has going for it is the fact that it pays money, and that – try as I might – I can’t manage to get laid off, which is actually a bad thing, if you catch my drift.

Insomnia leads to irritability and depression, both of which are also lots of fun. I’m frustrated, and I’m stuck in a pool of creative stagnation, and I feel like I’ve lost touch with so many of my friends because my work hours have rendered me a relative ghost in this city.

So, in case you were wondering why you haven’t heard from me or why I punched you when you said “well, at least you’ve got a job,” I hope this helps you understand.

IMDB

It’s good to be able to report that COVERAGE left Los Angeles with one award – Best Actress in a Short Film for Laura Heisler’s amazingness.  The fact that Michael didn’t win Best Actor is ridiculous, but giving both short film awards to our dark piece of magic might cause a fuss, and awards are just awards.  The film was very well received, and the recognition will hopefully help other festivals be less afraid to screen it.  Also, COVERAGE is officially on the independent film map, albeit as a small third-world country.

In other news, we are back in NYC, but I wish we were still sitting on this bench…