today we pull out some selects from yesterday’s shoot while we define the scope & variety of films that we’ll create from all of this.
10:00 pm. good night. that’s a record for getting to bed early. dulces sueños.
shoot day over. nice. some of my hearing returned, btw.
on our way south to the shoot, on the other side of san jose.
boarding plane for san francisco. been a very hectic day. have not eaten. feeling ill, fighting coldsweats. united airlines? oh no.
i’ve lost almost all hearing. walking through SFO terminal in near total silence. presume my cold & the flight conspired against me.
riding in a cab in silence. the world is on mute. feel the vibration of car against the road. driver speaks to me but i hear no thing.
outside in the sun running a few urgent errands while beneath this sweater that protects my flu tampered self, i’m jungle sweating.
coming down with a bastard headcold & cough. f*ck, i need to be able to work. dragging my body to the local pharmacy to get mainstream meds.
i am sick. sick. sick. sick. woe upon me. woe rains down upon me. *sniff* this cold arrives at a terrible time. *sniff* woe. glum. gloom.
from copenhagen comes word that the latest battle for christiania is unfolding. troops have forced their way in: http://tinyurl.com/6mefoc
no sooner do i arrive home to venice when i find out that i have to turn around and head back to san francisco. as in tomorrow. oy.
“memory’s images, once they are fixed in words, are erased. perhaps i am afraid of losing venice all at once, if i speak of it.”
and so we lift off for los angeles. bring me home safely, VX 928.
there must already be dozens of nicknames for it but they ought to call this silicon valley bound train the LAPTOP EXPRESSO. wah!
blue bottle latte in hand, one starts the return voyage to los angeles with a brief excursion on caltrain via the 22nd street station.
had a lovely weekend in sonoma, warm with the heady aroma of vineyard harvest. returnd to chilly SF, now at coffee bar, fighting a headcold.
hate that feeling that says that bad news will be arriving soon.
today i report to you that the san francisco mood is dominated by a cold & bitter fog, with minor patches of blue and a hint of angst.
guys in fleece & hiking pants drink lattes on the corner of 3rd & king while nearby a tent city hosts a convention of the homeless.
a lovely lovely morning to drive over the golden gate bridge on our way north to the country of wine, roses and hiking.
a brief unwanted pause in marin county suburbia. i often forget how much i abhor these places. onwards to the fest up north! we flee!
discovered this morning that my grandmother and obama’s grandmother share the same nickname: toot. in denmark, we say tut.
avec anne and nichola, adriana and i are dining at cafe jacqueline on grant street. we all are quite pleased.
many things to like about the california academy of sciences: the lay-out & flow, the aquariums, tide pools, biospheres, the roof.
just now, i was unapologetically shoved aside by an old, bent-over chinese woman (wearing a visor, no less) while boarding the sf muni.
we are on holiday today and thus, the day starts at the brand new california academy of sciences in golden gate park. we go inside now.
for the record: left apartment in venice at 12:40 pm. arrived at dogpatch apartment at 5:16 pm. gosh, that’s 4.6 hours of travel.
touchdown san francisco. i mean, the plane has landed. here, in san francisco. northern california, that is. u.s.a., such as.
come home to discover a stills photo shoot going on inside of our apartment, with a crew of 5 and the bathroom occupied by wardrobe..
i have lost all enthusiasm for these trips to san francisco. standing in a long security lane at LAX, running late, unhappy.
warm night to walk home from farleys, descending 18th street with its bouquet of rosemary, exhaust fumes & hops from the brewery nearby.
christian svanes kolding, showreel, the “b-side” (more commercials, less features) | 2 min.
christian svanes kolding, showreel, the “a-side” | 4 min.
closing the suitcase, making morning-of arrangements for san francisco. leaving within a handful of hours.
insomnia dictates an after midnight viewing of TRISTRAM SHANDY (as in THE LIFE & OPINIONS… GENTLEMEN). brilliant and funny, as usual.
the fortune cookie that arrived too late: “beware of odors from unfamiliar sources.” more: http://tinyurl.com/23z74o
my powerbook has been dragging its feet all day. why are you so slow, PB? what’s up with that? now i’m gonna drag my feet outside for a run.
the cooling hour segues into the blue hour.
copenhagen, i love you, but it is mornings like these, here in los angeles, where i don’t regret for a moment that i am not there.
attempting a sober late night viewing of aronofsky’s THE FOUNTAIN. might. just. fall. asleep.
driving north in the twilight on the PCH, making a return to malibu.
stella polaris shines on the water before point dume’s silhouette. cross to the north side of the pass, to the lights in the canyon.
there’s a “back to the drawing board” aspect to today’s proceedings. a definite “heads-down” day, which will be spent at my desk.
time to musk up. no, i’m just kidding. just cleaning up before heading out to a group dinner. gonna take the bike out tonight. old kronan!
the worst (apparently borrowed) pick-up line ever, overheard at the venice whole foods: “excuse me, i think i dropped something…. my jaw.”
a supremely unpleasant feeling it is to have one’s mouth filled with sunflower seeds, then one starts to hiccup, followed by sudden choking!