A Day at the Marathon

I spent the entire day volunteering as ham radio comm for the 20th LA Marathon. First I set up an APRS tracker in an LAPD unit, then I shadowed the assistant race director, who shadowed the race director. I got an “all access” pass as well as a “V.I.P.” pass and at one point was within an arm’s length (yes, literally) of Scott Bakula (who was running the race) and Muhammed Ali (who was not). Muhammed is only 62 but he has pretty severe Parkinson’s, which was evident upon his arrival.

Hire Me

I feel as though I should post something meaningful in my blog today. A segment of tonight’s Platforum was on blogs. (aside: okay, I know y’all don’t watch Platforum. It’s on TrojanVision, which nobody watches, but I direct on Fridays so I’m forced to watch the show. Actually, come to think of it, I could direct them without actually looking at the shots….) Anyway, one of the guests felt that she would never put her personal feelings on the internet for all the world to read. But the way I figure is it lets off steam, it acts as a journal of mental health for some of us, it lets us rant without forcing people to listen to us, and it’s fun, ‘cause hey, not too many people read this crap anyway.

Class, Technology, and Stuff I Can’t Write About

Advanced Sound class went to visit Chris Jenkins at the Alfred Hitchcock theater at Universal last night. They’re just finishing printmastering for The Interpreter. We got to watch (and listen to) the first reel. Too bad I can’t say anything about the movie. Not that I don’t want to, but I’ll have to wait until April 22nd to give my thoughts on the film. (Or April 13 in Europe—weird, huh?) What I can say is that the Harrison digital console they’re using at Universal looks like it’s going to shape up to be pretty awesome.

Osophy on QC

Always do your best work—you never know when or if you will work on it again.

My 546 Sound Class

Hard at work, attentive, focused, disciplined, and committed. Heh. Yeah, right.

From left to right: J, M, R, M, M, Z, B, and A.

Some introspective (un)answered questions

Do people love being in love or are people just in love with the idea of being in love? Do you remember being in love? Do you remember falling out of love? Do you remember that stasis between the two? Which do you prefer? What does intimacy mean? Why have I not found someone? Have I been looking? Have I missed her? Is she right under my nose? Is that my upper lip? Why does sex sell? What’s wrong with the media? What’s right with the media? Why so many questions?