shawn records proposed this idea of a "covering" photographs, similar to a way musicians cover a song. and i called out to my inner self and said, "why not do the same but with video?", so i decided to do a "cover" of an montage in 'paranoid park'. it's basically descending slow frames of Alex walking intercut with super 8 skateboard footage.

while still wanting to retain my own voice; here's the result of a very fun experiment. oh, and props to olivia for filming some of the footage. and at this time, i wish all the best to you and your creations.

I can't help but smile and think of preteen girls and boys violently shaking their heads.

There are times where I have been 10 minutes away from a new blog assembled of incomplete thoughts, and each time I have been enchanted away by the endless repetition of Mew songs and other blunted characterizations of disinterest. So I've been awfully busy getting full of myself. The other day, a defeated mother pointed out that I've been godawful lately. And so here I am gently fostered back into the blogosphere.

Twitter gives a fuck all on being the barrier of bad news, after all the site has succumbed to be nothing more than a torrent of 'rest in peace' tweets layered incredibly over new age dialogue. No sympathy from Twitter, either. Do I receive an 'how are you doing, since we alerted you of so and so's death" email? No, I don't. Oh my poorly thrown together sense of entitlement means nothing to you. That being said (meaning I can say whatever, because this is the Internet; inertia at its finest), I do have one, I remember how much you like it.

The other thing that has been rolling up and down my mind is the amount of time I spend on Flickr. Unknowingly, I'll be blinded by pictures for hours on end; the disenfranchised youth aimlessly staring off into space. Don't get me wrong, there's a definite allure to the chemistry of organic laziness and a quality DSLR. After awhile, you start to realize that if this is the consumption of my time, then it must be worth something. If not resonance, the knack for good color correction always seems to fashion new inspiration. I'm too hungry (and mad, all hunger comes with anger) to continue this, the frustration of having to go (fully conscious) cook something this late (4:00 am), really derails this from an otherwise decent day. (excuse the parenthesis)

So fucking hungry,
- april (ok now, starving) johnson

something new, i've grown tired of just posting lyrics, here's a quick song i threw together for the sake of sound. all the best.

English stocks my words on the floor
Variance displaces us two
Like most I am dreaming of you
Up against the door archaic sounds pace there
I've learned with the wind's shadows
I cannot sit humble for someone
Talking, the wind upsets your teeth
As the cool night drifts on your neck
Simple sweat is passed around
Body heat is in the ground
The kites will be there waiting
Wooden birds won't interfere
Grounds a mess with people already
Shakiness and wonder are out to get you
Why do you incubate saddening eyes
This is the worst of you hiding
You might stomp out in a subtle corner first
Where solace is often found
Regret is staged for you

It's becoming extremely difficult to justify my lack of contentment, and the apathy that lends itself to my replica colloquial expressions. Intersecting the lack of serendipitous moments in my life is the resumption of school. Random segue to summon up another rant. I'm not quite sure I'm qualified enough to call myself a filmmaker for hire, but I've gotten some work that utilizes me holding a camera. It's strange being paid to contribute my time to something so out of my comfort zone. I've become so far removed from my own personal style that the output in my eyes seems lifeless and sadly contrived. The working process becomes much more tedious when artificial moments fall by your side. With that being said my anxiety has bitten off more than it can chew; and when new jobs come along I'll further question the notion if they will waste my oh so precious time, but as it ends up money separates the two.