You’re going to have to work the post because you didn’t work the production.
Last year during Men’s World Cup, I started on working on building my book so that I could make a play towards the Rio Olympics. I laid out this plan of action to cash in on some favors, shoot some pro athletes, upcomers, etc. What happens? I stay injured. 3 broken fingers, achilles, tears here there and everywhere. That slowed my extra shooting down to a crawl. In the interim, I see people whose work I really admire ramping up now for all the gigs that I planned to compete.
I rarely stretch. My son is looking at me. He tells me, “Dad, you’re injured all the time. I’m going to stretch everyday like you’ve been telling me.” About time, little mofo. I’m looking at another week on the DL before I dust off the ligaments, tendons, and flabby brain. I’m going to force myself to take baby steps instead of doing 2 a days. Sure I will. I’ll actually do it right this time. Sure I will.
Last week I set up a test shoot, with models from a sports agency. I debated on the time which was a double-edge sword decision. I knew if I set it too early, my mobility might be compromised but the traffic would be less. I chose the opposite which yielded 2 of the 3 models being late as they were thoroughly caught in the flood of traffic and one food-poison afflicted no-show. (She emailed and called early. Nothing bad I can say about that). Starting later, meant a higher sun and less energy as I waited for people to show. The ladies were good but I didn’t have full command of the cameras as I was fighting the pain. I had exceeded my rations for standing for too long. So, I got adequate and adequate is anathema to me right now. But, I did need to get into a groove. Like I said, I’m going to give myself another week, then test the wheels out again while sticking closer to my new sketches. I’m looking for a stylistic breakthrough and I’m not feeling like it’s going to come through improvisation.
I guess I’m going to have to keep on shooting if I’m going to get there. I wonder if I can stretch vicariously through my son.
Overcooked Vegan Episode 6 is up. My frustration caught up with me for little while so I chose to only have one cooking segment this time around. That’s standard for web shows but I’ve mentioned my interest in targeting broadcast and cable in the past. Ironically enough, this episode wound up being one of the longer episodes because I got a bee in my bonnet to do a long held back product overview. I call it overview because there is little reason for me to believe my tastebuds are precision-tuned to match anyone outside of myself.
The neighbors always said that I looked like the Soy Milk Man instead of my daddy.
Backing up for a second, I was prepared to upload the show Monday night but I figured I would take Tuesday to build some new animations. Instead, I decided to get rid of the clutter of empty Almond Milk boxes that I had collected for a photo project. Trash day and I was sick of looking at the things on the shelf so I got to shooting them quickly so I could feed the recycle bin. I wrote a script and realized by the time I was finished that I sounded like Joan Rivers using the baritone patch on a vocoder. My voice was super tired. So, I figured I’d catch a couple of hours of sleep then finish everything about 2 am. Nope. I started at 5 am. Screwed! It took about 3.5 hours to piece it together (voice record, edit). On the finished output I hear that I sound like Joan Rivers using the cracking tenor patch on a vocoder. So be it. That’s what I get for being anti-social for the week.
Eggplant and I are not friends but this was pretty good.
Problems: On set I let the talent leave the radio on at the beginning thinking that I was going to shoot and cut a different way. No. Don’t do that. You honestly do not know what you’re going to do in the edit so keep everything as useable as possible. The external audio device is begging to be replaced. I’m going to have to address that asap. Lastly, I have to find a definitive episode number to call it a season so I can appropriately tweak ideas and prepare for season 2.
In all, it’s still a learning experience and good production exercise while passing on decent health-related information. In doing the almond milk overview it reminded me about the carrageenan issues. It had totally slipped my mind. How I go forward with that information is thus far unknown but I’m glad I did it. Down the line, I’ll revisit the segment and re-edit to give it more pop. I’ve been out of Almond Milk since Saturday so it was funny having so many cartons but nothing to drink.
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Eat my weekend up.
Overcooked Vegan Episode 5 is live on the web as of Tuesday afternoon. I missed by morning launch because of Monday’s time management.
I had wound up booking the two shoots that appear on Saturday. Finalizing the times became weird but it worked out. Fortunately, April and Kelly wanted to do their shoot together so I didn’t have to do 3 that day otherwise I’d still be editing. To make the time, I basically ditched the b-cam footage. But I think I finally figured out how off the LCD is in its luma reproduction so I should be able to eyeball it better. With that I probably overcompensated pulling down the whites in post and tweaking the color. I had zero time to watch the episode before I uploaded it. If fortunate, when I review it, I won’t feel compelled to dive back in and re-upload it.
I took a couple hours off Sunday to watch the finale of that disaster called True Detective Season 2. One thing it did help was re-raise questions about the structure of this show. The integration of story, cooking and culture isn’t as fluid as I’d like it to be. But time leaves me again to call it a work in progress.
Monday led me to Olga’s Naturally. Whereas the restaurant overviews are not remotely the most important part of the show, I didn’t like the omission in episode 4. For background, I walk into these restaurants cold. I’ve only been rejected/put on pause once and only one place held any history for me as a customer. Olga’s was a spot I came across on a Yelp search. The location is impossible to find through casual driving. I stopped in post lunch rush and had the place to myself. Two sentences in my explanation the owner was all in and offered to give me a sample (full order) gratis. I negotiated that I’d pay for an entree so effectively it was a buy one get one free. This was the first time that someone saw the value in what I was doing to make such an offer and subsequently it became the 1st time that I shot the food on site. Cool. It felt like some progress in this time of growing pains.
Ultimately, the next camera needs to at least have zebras. The audio recorder needs to perform better than the on-camera mic. The monitor should kind of allow me to calibrate it. And on and on…
black fur in the pawn
Someone used to like this toy… Maybe even “loved” the hell out of it. But it grew up, couldn’t deal, hit the sauce. Who knows?
Been juggling. Watched the Rousey v Correa waste of 40 seconds and the Malignaggi (not looking it up) v Garcia with my boy. Hype to fight ratio is horrifically imbalanced. Couple days later I see the end results of a hawk vs a pigeon. No hype necessary.
Hawk wouldn’t wait. The pigeon did. Hawk flew off with it before I could grab the DSLR
I finally got some work out of a client that I had pursued for many years. At the end of it all, counting the the time, the years of pursuit, the gig won’t be worth the payout. Don’t devalue your efforts. Someone else is always willing to do that for you.
But I do dig the challenge. Newness. You’ve seen what the longstanding references get you. Newness brings the initial jolt of energy. Maybe it can be ridden into better situations. With that, I went to a crowd sourcing seminar at Film Independent. I met a cat whose unstated mission was to meet everyone there. I watched in horrified admiration as I am not wired that way. I’m slowing down because he caught me before I could escape. I have to respect that.
I’ve been trying to get up and go work since 3 am. Let me put this phone down and see it through. Adiós