tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76843102009-03-02T21:02:16.462-08:00NYU grad. talks about New York and the life she maintains there. National news, book reviews, interesting local stores, people, and art exhibits are included in the postings.writeaboutfilmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246557971119804372noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684310.post-1155881186456507632006-08-17T22:37:00.000-07:002006-10-23T06:42:33.566-07:00

For the second time since I indirectly feel into the freelance film and television crew, I ventured up to the Valley to joined game night. After three hours of staring at my computer, waiting for words to pour brillantly into HTML formated text, my longest standing friend and most frequent partner in crime came to pick me up at my house. MD recently severed the tie with her boyfriend of almost

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I have no words to explain how losing a person that you know at a young age feels. Nick Papac is the third person to touch my life and to be lost before he had the chance to age gracefully. Not a true friend, but more of a set buddy. Nick worked as the assistant armoror on Next with me. The last time I saw him was just over a month ago, a few days before he left to go to Arizonia. His dad worked

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After losing our template four days ago and having to rebuild the site from scratch, The Daily Reel is open to the public. I wrote some of the descriptions for the top ten and I found one of the "need to watch" videos on the web. Alex, the managing editor, and Joe, our designer, have been working around the clock so we could go "live" while I have been sketching out our myspace page. The myspace

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Still shaky after nine hours of being strapped to my computer screen, I step out of the elevator and start walking toward the parking garage of my building. Digging through my shoulder bag, I open the swinging glass doors with my hips while trying to find my car keys. After two days in the office, monotony ensues. The walk to the car is already routine and I didn't even need to look where I was

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I was doing research for the Daily Reel, when I came across this article. Inspirational really. Read about the people have made such and amazing contribution to the online society! And maybe find a few hidden jems the internet has to offer.

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how to feel like a "B" list celeb for just one day...Thai Massageleave your shoes at the door and be ready to take off your skivies. I visited this quaint thai massage place in Glendale this weekend and walked away with a refreshed twinkle in my eye. No there was no happy ending nor was there a beefy man placing his hands ever so gently on my torn muscles. This hidden treasure offers no gimmic or

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Rest assured, I am no longer unemployed. The fine folks at The Daily Reel, a online magazine that writes about on the online short filmmaker, have agreed to take me under their wing as the new editorial assistant. After a year of working on set, I may actually have chance to put my journalism degree to use. Well maybe not... I have a feeling I am going to be watching alot of short films and

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Though still content with my lack of employment, I do need money eventually. With this in mind, I have started to job searching process. First I thought, well maybe I should get a job waitressing or bartending. It's something I have tons of experience doing and it would give me enough time to continue to live the life of the prosperous. I'd still be able to surf, see friends, and keep up on my

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This morning I dragged myself out of my hot sticky sleep into the stale humid car and arrived at Venice beach before 9am (a nearly impossible feet for the unemployed). There I met my friend BG. A fellow New Yorker, I instantly bonded with her at a music cafe on Cuenga a few weeks ago. She moved to LA (which I refer to as lala land) a month before I did and she lived near my college in the area I

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For many, unemployment is a time of panic and uncertainty. Pouring painfully over job websites, sitting impatiently next to the phone, the unemployed are ready to drop everything to attend a spur of the moment interview. Not this girl. In my case, unemployment is a rollercoaster of self-amusement. I started my epic by watching three straight days of television. My daily routine consisted of

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After two weeks in the water, I met my match with Big Blue.Balanced on my belly, pulling up my sagging bikini bottoms, I saw it rolling in from behind. The ominous dark blue water slowly lifted out of the ocean and formed a beautifully even curl. It was almost as if an invisible ice cream scooper cut into the ocean to serve it in rations. Some surfers braved the wave while others fell behind and

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Last night was the Next wrap party. In the usual wrap party fashion, I put on a flowing little number and made an effort to look elegant for just one evening. When a job is over, it is strange to think that you may never see these people again. As you wonder about the room drink in hand, you meet wifes and husbands and see small glimpses into the alternate lives that your co-workers lead... just

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As all hobbies start, it was about a boy. I met this wonderful guy who happened to have a passion for surfing and more importantly multiple surfboards. About two months ago, I picked up an advanced short board and paddled my way into the ocean. I learned how to dive through waves, paddle till my arms fall off, rock a rashguard, and not get myself killed by other surfers; the lay of that land as I

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I don't know what stops anyone from holding interest in one person. Yesterday...after many months of working long days, I was home watching television. I found myself hypnotized by a French film from the early 60's. Jim and Jules, I think it was called. It was about these two best friends who fall in love with the same woman. One marries her and they are both called to war on opposite sides.

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I stand, arms tired of holding still for so long. The camera points down on me and I feel the burning of the lense on my skin. Lee Tamahori stands behind me "again, again, now shoot." he says. Dresses in a white linen suit, I aim, fire, and blood and dust explodes back onto me. I have never shot a gun before nor have I been on camera. I tried to keep my cool. A facade for my co-workers. It's no

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Happy fourth of july. I am sitting on the couch watching Oh Brother Where Art Thou and drinking iced coffee. Not to bad... I feel like I should be out at a cook out or doing something thrilling like drinking beer until I can't stand up. But I don't really feel like doing either those things. I think all of my roomates are at work. I remember at least one of them saying they had to work today...

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Just read in the newspaper yesterday that Jericho, a CBS pilot that I worked on, got picked up. I think that Jericho was my fourth pilot and the first to be aired and picked up for at least part of a season. We'll see what happens with it... but I'll alway be able to say I was there for the beginning. From the article found in the LA times, it look like most prime time stations are trying to

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After three days in the sleepy center of Lake Piru, we traveled the extra 10 miles up to Fillmore. The distant town is more like a small mountain city. Quaint in its façade, with small shops in its sprawling town center. Like Lake Piru, the energy of the people and the place is lethargic. It seems like being in a rush to go anywhere or do anything just isn’t a plausible option.I spent some time

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Stay, play, and work. No clocks, nothing but time wasted. As the hours pass, the same stale lighting hovers over the clanks, bells and whistles. A cloud of smoke lingers and the stale scent sticks to my shirt, my breath, my hair. This week we shot in casino Morongo in Cabazon, CA. It is an Indian reservation turned casino. As you drive east into the desert, the casino looks like an oasis of

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...at least for the next 6 months. I have now been in the City of Angels for for 5 days. I have sat in traffic. Eatten sunday afternoon waffles at The Griddle. Went out for Taco Tuesdays at Shakey's in Manhattan beach. I have also gotten lost on foot and in the car. I am mildly stubborn and continue to walk to the stores and coffee shops near where I am staying. Most LA natives would drive the

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Oops... Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Did I do that? Grawgy in the early morning hours I drive into the sun and turn onto 66. Three lanes of traffic fly rapidly in my direction and I can only turn... no where. A break in the curb and I pull over wedging myself on the sidewalk with my right wheels still on the highway. That left a bit of a mark...

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Arizona's tallest peak Originally uploaded by feliciawill. This mountian can be seen from over 50 miles in any direction. It is is northern Arizona near Flagstaff, but as you drive toward it, it never seems distant just more and more overpowering

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Arizonia rt 180 Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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Grand Canyon Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Grand Canyon Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Grand Canyon Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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Feeding Ostriches Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Vicious birds that seems misplaced in the desert of New Mexico. At a petrified wood store, these birds were cooped up and feed by tourist.

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