California S.tate S.ummer S.chool for the A.rts
Something worth blogging for.
The more time you skip in between posts, the more it seems that you have to have some grand plan - some grand post to top it off.
But this is only 6 months of lost time.
A funeral for a date set in the future.
Everytime I'd think about adding some short anecdote or anything of the sort - it just feels like I should be writing about what I've been doing and not ignoring it all together.
During my months stay at California Institute of the Arts I met more people like me than I could ever imagine.
It's like how Billy Crystal summed up his time at Pixar. He said that the time spent there, was time spent with the most intense people he had ever met. ever.
Of course, finding people that are like you is a little daunting...these people will be competing with you in the future - if you thought you were alone you're wrong. Plus, there a people that are better than you. Keep that in mind when you feel unsuccessful. I'm a motivator.
The program encourages collaborative efforts between Music, Theatre, Creative Writing, Arts, Animation and Film/Video.
this doesn't matter.
I stayed with two of the best roommates.
one was loose and open
and the other was uptight and dirty.
uptight and dirty is applying to Cal Arts and currently resides in Minnesota.
loose and open lives in San Diego. Fortunately the Southern California fires of 2007 were both 2 miles away from our living spaces.
Our next door floormates are also. maybe. doing their thing. One is busking somewhere. One is writing screenplays in NorCal. One just got into the New York Times.
We had the best group of guys on floor 3. We had a supernatural occurrence. A series of timed gravity defying feats. We played dodgeball half-naked running barefoot. And a group sharing of the worst occurrences of our lives. Our room was window-front to the pool. The best view you could get.
the last night of the program. we set out to stay up all morning and through the day. My roomates and I screened Fight Club and Igby Goes Down. The one in the middle doesn't like to be touched - by a guy at least. He's doing a fine job of it. He'd never seen Fight Club before.
The next morning, we didn't change our clothes. We watched the sunrise. It was 40 degrees. I don't think a worse day could come.
CSSSA was in no way a time that flew past me. It makes me feel momentous while my throat drops; to even talk about the month of July 2007. I never thought I would feel regret, I said everything would be OK if I kept in contact with everyone. A momentous thing is in a time and a place that you can't ever revisit again, because it will never be the same. because it can't be any more momentous than it was back then.
You can never do your best if your best requires you to sacrifice things.
I don't think anyone has done their best. It's the way things are.
It's important to find an immaturity level that you fit in with. Heads up CSSSA 2008.
I had a great time.
I initially didn't think it was a good idea to post this. The idea of ending a sequence of events in a simple generalization - it didn't seem just. And it isn't. So this is just one long post after post.
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