Ok so i saw this thing on Boing Boing: http://www.livejournal.com/users/himynameisjamie/345568.html
And here's mine:

I saw Capote this evening with friends. Mixed reviews among us. I thought the acting was good but the story seemed to waffle and left to much for the audience to decide, if not leaving less than enough evidence for a viewer to come to any rational conclusion as to which character to support. Or how to feel about the movie. I knew the name Capote simply from that stew of subconscious Americana most of us have floating around in the backs of our minds -- bits of scraped-together history of our parent's and grandparents lives as heard through eavesdropping on conversations too obscure or complex to understand at a young age. It seems Truman Capote, among other things was a writer whose scruples were tested when writing his last book about a murder of a family of four in Kansas in the 50's. He, as the movie suggested, discovered that understanding came from compassion yet he needed neither to synthesize a best-selling book illustrating the two murderers. An interesting character study at the very least.
Caught that old usual cold. Waking up late has never felt worse. I was prescribed by Mom M.D. to take some Wal-Mart knock-off brand Dimetapp. A lot of shit has been sliding down hill towards yours truly but I'll tell you; driving to my apartment with the taste of that grape-flavored elixir on my lips, temporarily relieving my nasal congestion and gently massaging my gray cells with it's active ingredients... I felt ok. Not to say I was down in the dumps prior. Or to say that I took it because there was that 9-year-old kid inside of me that remembered the sweet taste of that purple goo. I was driving down Bee Caves, the moon was out and I felt very content to be exactly where I was: driving in my car and on my way home to sleep. Normally I'd fight such complacency but I let it slide. Or the syrup was doing its job. Thank you Wal-Tap Grape.
I worked out yesterday. I mean I seriously worked out like I was a yearling back on the track & field team freshman year of senior high. The soreness in the stomach hit me like a kid to old to be carried when I crawled out of bed. I use to be so fucking fit for about a year. Trying to eat healthy again. No more bad food. Fruits and vegetables. No cokes, shit like that.
No drinking...
The haircut was a bad idea. The gray had spread more than I thought. Under that long hair. I'll be surprised if most of it doesn't all grow back that way.

Seems like the future and the present are meeting at doing unknown things.
That Thai place across from Dobie.... Pho? It's pretty good. Grilled chicken on rice noodles. B2 on the menu. The waiter was skinny, 20 maybe. I felt sorry for him. I don't know why.

Yeah. Me no think good cause me brain all put into film projects and scripts. Me have no brain for anything else. Batman Begins DVD big cool. OK. I really am pulling all-nighters this whole semester. Liek every night. It's the shit. I made the mistake of eating at Kerby Lane at 2:00am. I never saw so many frat-boys and sororsitutes, even the one time Alex and I snuck into the Triangle-X party. It was the shit for about 20 minutes. Anyways, I'm a bit of a lazy bastard so I'll just bullet the high points since last posting. Happy hunting.

* Austin Film Festival: Interviewed Shane Black, creator of Lethal Weapon(s) and writer/director of Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang.
* Saw Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang: An amazing debut for Black and a career definning effort for both
Kilmer and Downey. Hope they start making big films again.
* Meet my arch-nemisis Jason Schwartzman. Cool guy.
* Multiple Wilson spottings at Maudies and around town.
* First appearence back on a talk show in a while. Wore the Texas belt buckle. (featured in
picture below)
* Got to meet and hear Ted Tally speak(screenwriter of Silence of the Lambs)

* My 2nd 16 millimeter film short came back form the labs and blew everyone away. I still am amazed how well it came out. Working on a final short for this semster, 6-8 minutes, black & white, most likely silent.

* Finally saw 'The Warriors'. Holy shit, man. Talk about timeless bad-assitude; I had no idea.



You can't really see it, but Fat-Blake is touching the giant rib at The Country Line. Phat-Blake is playing some sweet Clapton on his Takamine G-Series. All in all, it's quite seriously a difference of at least 5 pounds.

Shit, here I am procrastinating again from school work. Saw my buddy Gopal today. He dropped out and is hooking up with hot Austrailian girls from LA and winning awards and doing cool stuff. I have 3 papers due and have top study for greek mythology and try to figure out how I can find a way out of taking Spanish 4 for the 3rd time. I'm either to affraid of my crazy parents or to crazy to drop out right now. All I know is I can't wait till summer so I can work on a movie agian.

So Study Breaks magazine, the campus rag good for cleaning up your frat-boy vomit fantasies or just cuddling up next tot he outside wall of the Seven-Eleven after a long day of panhanndling, was hounding me for interviews and a photoshoot to be featured in their magazine. I'm not ungreatful but whenthere are 6 misquatations/factual errors in the peice about you, it's kinda the pooper. So if you know me you'll find the errors.



There you go. The only other "fetured artist" I actually know in the rag was my buddy Carlos Corrall who probably deserves a write-up somewhere else than Study Breaks magazine. Keep the faith and pass the ammunition. Peace.

P.S. beard, long dark hair, long sleeve tan long-john shirts and sandles don't make me a hippie do they? What about my sweet Clapton licks on my auocustic? Whatev. I say Whatev. I'm one of Austin's young directors evidently and the whole cowboy get-up was already taken.

A.P.S I don't smoke weed, Jesus Christ I just like having a beard

So, I have a huge weakness that could ruin me if anybody found out. One of those "kryptonite-to-Superman" types of weaknesses yet so much more inexpensive and commonly found than kryptonite. A weakness so powerful that someone just mentioning my secret weakness, just calling me on it could cause me to fall to the ground, roll up into a fetal position and start writing checks to make the badness go away. Interested? Cause I'll tell you right now. It's not my affinity for over-priced Mexican beers and Mexican food or my love of constantly wearing dirty jeans long past their expiration date. It's not stealing my roommate's Axe everyday after he leaves for school or buying a whole box of cereal and eating it before I drive home from the grocery store (one block from my apartment). I'll tell you what totally fucks up my life and has held me back since square one in almost every corner of my situation. It's what has led me wide-eyed to failure and grinningly to underachievement in all areas. Wanna know what I'm talking about? What do I call that little green rock that mercilessly fucks my shit up on a day-to-day basis.

--LAZINESS--

Now you may have spotted the all-caps word from the beginning and worked your way down to it, knowing all the while that you could have avoided a sizeable ramble and pretense for an even longer ramble about my crippling CGSD syndrome. CGSD is what experts in the field and my parents call "Can't Get Shit Done" syndrome, of which I am stricken. I won't provide any juicy exemplars of this malady on my life but suffice it to say that if you know me, and if you're reading this blog you may not so whatever, you know that Blake is greater than or equal to lazy bastard.
So the bottom line here is that I'm looking for a change. I'm really serious about taking steps to beat my CGSD and am going to implement and series of exercises in my daily routine to help me.
1) Start working out a little everyday, pump the irons or run or something. I started to this semester but CGSD spiked.
2) Start carrying a day-planner/schedule. I always lie about having one on me when I'm on the phone so I think it'd be a good thing to have.
3) THIS, write in the blog as much as possible. NO, not in place of my work but to kind of keep a rhythm with something resembling writing. Perhaps everyday.
There you go. I've just broken through the minutia of the www.internet.com to invent a totally, radically new form of blog: the CGSD self-help blog.
So whenever you read this blog with contempt, envy, arousal or excitement, just remember it's helping me fight a crippling fake medical condition.


taken on the set of "The Cassidy Kids"

I think the root of it is that I'm tired of college. Why am I here? What am I really doing? In my feild, nothing is really putting me towards a job out of college, nothing I'm doing in class anyways. School is really getting in the way of networking, trying to be creative and working on my own projects and others as well. My friend Ben says that I'm just a senior in college and I know it's all bull shit. I don't think I think that right now but I've certainly thought that in the past. I've just got to make something really great, break-through peice of filmmaking as an advertisment somehow before I leave UT.
Went to listen to Robert Rodriguez speak at the Union Wednesday. Heard most of it all before from him but good stuff. Something gleaning he said really struck me, or rather something he implied: you can't concentrate on becoming sucsessful, you have to work on being true to yourself in the art you make. If it's true to you, it will resonate with everyone and your own hard work will lead you to greater things.
Many things to think about and I could sit in my chair and mull over them all day but I have a lot of work to do.

So today is the first day of school and I just got done with my first class: CHAUCER with Dr. Bob Twombly. It was awesome. I'm lazy so no more typing right now.