Sunday, August 31, 2003

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A Journal from Austin, Texas.
A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.

food reading writing time exercise health and mood
 

 

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observation changes the observed

The online journal is one of the best examples of the phenomena that the observed is changed by the observer. Trying to write a journal without writing about writing the journal or without changing because of the journal is a futile exercise.

It's a well-know scientific phenomena that one can not measure or observe the qualities of something without affecting it. Well, I think it's a well-know principle and I don't know what to call it. It may be an outgrowth of the The Uncertainty Principle (Heisenberg) or it may be this principle in disguise. If you know the motion, you can't know the position and vice versa. Or something. It may only apply to the sub-atomic level but then what isn't? Sub-atomic, I mean, at the heart? I've been doing a lot of reading in the last year, but I haven't necessarily learned anything. Instead, I just have these random, half-remembered probably misinterpreted bits.

But writing a journal affects what you do. What you do and don't type, what you do so you can write that you did it, what you don't do so you won't have to admit it, what pictures you paste in the margins (scanning them, taking them, thinking about them for the journal), what you admit and say about what you eat and how you move through the day. It is a feedback loop. So, it's very strange to write a journal. Neuro-feedback, let's call it.

It may even be that when I take my blood pressure to record it in the journal that knowing I will record it actually affects the result.

Another scary thought that I had is that this journal may be my creative contribution. Not a record of the search for the great novel or non-fiction treatise or documentary film or series of photos. This may be it.

At the documentary film I saw tonight (No Secret Anymore: The Times of Del Martin and Phyliis Lyon) I was thinking of the documentary I want to do (The Nancys: Growing up Female in the Fifties) and it seemed to take form. The film I saw used lots of reference footage and the film maker, there for Q&A, said some of it (like eleven seconds of the Village People which I didn't even really notice) was expensive to buy permission for using. I was thinking that I would use no outside reference footage. I would use only stills and home movies of the women interviewed to tell the story. I want to film the women in their own surroundings, homes they've made for themselves, doing jobs they love (or have settled for) and I want to juxtapose that interview with pictures of them as kids, with parents, with wedding pictures or commitment ceremonies or vacations or graduations. I want only these people's lives to stand for the times. You may ask, it would be logical to do so, whether all the women in the film will be named Nancy. The answer would be, in a word, no. In fact, while Nancy is a common name for the generation of women I have in mind and, in fact, I have several Nancys in mind, Linda would be just as common, probably more common. And, yes, I plan to try to tell my own growing up story. Maybe. Other names that the women are likely to have are Suzanne, Susan, Cheryl, Cindy, Beth, Peggy, Jane, Anne. Many of these women will have a middle name of Sue or Ann or Jean or something. These were the names of my contemporaries. In the end, maybe there won't be any Nancys in The Nancys but that's OK. You do remember Nancy Drew, don't you? But I won't refer to that directly especially if there are rights to be obtained. Hmm...I just thought of the Nancy Drew thing. I didn't read much Nancy Drew. If you want to know the truth, even Nancy Drew was too fluff a role model for me. No, I had to read about boys and men and dream that girls could have any adventure that they had.

Now, all I have to do is (1) learn to use the digital video camera and any requisite lighting and sound equipment; (2) learn to edit the film; (3) learn how to market the result; (4) in other words, learn everything about making a film about which I now know nothing; and (5) hope that filming the women (me?) doesn't change them but how can it not? OK...I hope that most of the change is for the better. As if. As if I'll ever actually make the movie. Ha.

 

 

 

 

 

JUST TYPING

What creative thing?
Should I concentrate on?
Give my energy to?
Until I change my mind.

 

   

 

Food Diary.


About 2pm
A bunch of tuna salad with real mayo and chopped egg and apple and water pack tuna and relish.

A banana.

About 5:30pm
Some cheese, hot sauce and chips.

About 7pm
A roll of Sweet Tarts and a Mounds Bar.

About 10pm
Some more tuna salad (not a lot) and about a half ounce of cheese.

 

I know it's probably odd to say this on a day when I have eaten two packages of candy...but doing a food diary makes me pay more attention to what I eat. My excuse on the candy...FFP got it from someone and I took it off his hands (I was going to give it away at the movies but then I thought people might be insulted to think that I thought they might want candy) and then I have had this urge to eat junk going to all these movies so.... When I snacked when I got home, I thought of having a Jack and water or something but I didn't. So...no alchohol today.

 

 

 


 

Time flies....

I awoke early (sevenish) even though I didn't go to bed until well after one (or was it two?). I thought I would read the papers and drink coffee. But Forrest got up and got the papers and rather than interfere with his perusual I started going through stuff in my office and putting yesterday's journal entry to bed and started this one.

Finally got to the club noonish and didn't eat lunch until about 2. Did weird stuff like clean out junk in my car: several T-Shirts and swim suits, tennis balls (used and new), two tennis racquets, racqueball stuff, a robe, a pair of tennis shoes, two pairs of surf shoes, etc. I tried one of those plates that makes a chemical reaction to clean silver on some real tarnished pieces. It was a pain because you have to have boiling water and baking soda and clean the thing with vinegar. I'm thinking of cleaning some silver flatware from my mom's.

I finished getting all the photos out of my mother's old, bad albums. It feels good to get that done but now I have to figure out how to winnow out some stuff in this office so there aren't boxes on the floor and piles everywhere.

Then I went to yet another documentary in the film festival and I was going to go to a party after but the rain had started, not a downpour but earnestly and I don't see that well at night so I came home and got home before ten.

 

 
 

 

Reading.

Jules Verne's Paris in the Twentieth Centry is a light little thing I'll finish in a few days. A vision of a future one hundred years hence that is now over forty years in the past.

 

 

 

I wrote this sentence.

 

 

Exercise

Recumbent bike, one hour.

Ab and lower back exercises.

 

Felt good physically but a little depressed emotionally.

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