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Well I can post the one sentence philosophy I've got... seeing as I'm somewhat lacking in the other departments. (Although this could sort of be considered something I learned about myself )

This is something I came up with a while back on one of those long boring nights of insomnia when i had absolutely no drive to do anything other than lie in bed and count ceiling tiles. At this point I had already been doing 3D stuff for a while along with very amateurish movie stuff.

As a side note, for those of you who don't know I have pretty much a love affair/fetish for pretty much any shit mother nature can dish out, I have an entire shelf lined with photography books of everything from volcanic landscapes to deep sea fish. So as part of that I had always been fascinated by the absolutely infinitesimally small and expansive detail that went into everything from pollen to blue whales and beyond.

As a side side note (I promise this will all make sense at the end). I have always been a fantasy/sci-fi guy. I was never really a fan of reality, you know take that for what you will. But I figure, "reality already exists so why should I live in it?" Which isn't to say that i dismiss it completely, alot of the art/work I do is based around either completely reinventing something/someplace or making it a whole lot cooler than it really is (for instance my current project, my final project for my first year of film school is creating a VFX shot of a 300 foot whale that lives in ocean trenches. but this one is in a massive ocean sized aquarium. So yah you know, hi this is me).

So anyways, back to insomnia central. I just got thinking about all of this, as one does. And I came up with this one phrase that I found just so absolutely perfect for everything I was doing and hoped to do. And I try to live by it in every piece of art that I do, any project I take on...etc etc etc.

"Finding the minutia of the nonexsistant."

Hopefully it's fairly self explanatory, but it's something I always try to strive for in everything I do, art or otherwise.

Wow, that ended up being a lot longer than I expected.

Damn, Zarban. You scary.

Okay, so this is awkward.

See, some years back I mined my own first-love experience for a book I was writing. I mean I changed the names and everything, and made up this whole plot to go around it, but the hook was the story of my first love, and I turned it into this big stupid thing.

So now here I am trying to tell the real story of what really happened, only I keep wanting to quote my own best lines of dialogue from the story I wrote.

It's frustrating as hell.

So I'll just say this. Her name was Lauren, and she was perfect, and I loved her from afar until I couldn't any more. Also there was a guy named Greg involved, and he was a dick. He's probably really fat now. Like morbidly obese. Like one of those people you see on TLC where the firemen have to chainsaw out a chunk of wall the size of a swimming pool so they can forklift them out of the house and drive them off to the hospital in a special ambulance with a reinforced suspension. Yeah, he's probably totally like one of those people now. I hope.

(I told the story better when I was pretending it was somebody else's.)

<sigh> Yes. My nerdery knows no bounds. Commenting on my own commentaries... Documenting the White House sub-basements.... Keeping a spreadsheet of the 60000 most common English words and their spelling irregularities....

...Now I've said too much.

Pimpmobile?

"yachtswomen"

Actually, the full list is a compilation 4 international dictionaries (part of Alan Beale's 12 Dictionaries project), so they aren't ordered. But I do have an ordered list of the 1000 most common words ("the" to "teeth").

There must be, because the White House is heated by steam pipes from a boiler in another building. But the steam pipe trunk would be a huge cast iron pipe with multiple branches. I don't see any steam pipes at all in that office.

I think that scene is supposed to be in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building next door (the offices of the White House staff, rather than the White House proper). But the WW TV show really played fast and loose with the geography (I have a page on its version). There's no such place as the Mural Room; there haven't been bullpens on the main floor since 1935; the Press Briefing Room is in totally the wrong place...

Last edited by Zarban (2010-05-21 03:04:32)

I have this friend who once called me "self-obsessed," but went to great lengths to explain that he didn't mean it derisively. He was just saying he thought I live really deep in my own head.

If that's what you meant by "introspective to the point of narcissism," I get it.

I guess I neglected the one-sentence part of the instructions. If you forced me to put it in one sentence, I'd have to rip off a line of dialogue from "Deadwood," of all things. It's this: "Every day takes figurin' out all over again how to fuckin' live." I hate people who hold up quotes as if they're the distilled essence of profound wisdom, but the truth is that's my experience put about as succinctly as I could imagine doing it.

I am very much the same way, that one quote I posted was one of many many things I think about, it just happens to be one that i come back to a lot more than the others.

However, in stark contrast to Teague my extended bouts of introspective analysis usually lead to extended periods of self loathing and an overall despising of all things me. Needless to say, I don't get much work done in those times.

For more on that exact subject, read the post I linked to.

You can read it here without an account.

I think there's a word I don't know, or if there's not, there ought to be.

You know how sometimes you meet a chick (or a dude, for those of you into that) and you just really wanna nail her (or him, and here my white liberal male heteronormative guilt ends, so sort out the pronouns for yourself), and it's all physical attraction and hormones?

And then other times you maybe aren't viscerally attracted to a chick, but she's just really interesting and smart and she makes you think and even if you can't ever really see yourself hooking up with her, you just kinda wanna sit and talk with her all night?

I think that post made me feel that way about Teague. Only, y'know, not like boy-girl. Or … see, this is where there oughta be a word.

Good on you, son. Well said.