Showing posts from 2016

"Do You Hope to One Day Win an Oscar?"

I was asked the above question during a recent job interview. It was proposed immediately after the proverbial, "What are your hopes and aspirations?" question, which is often rephrased as, "Where do you see yourself in ten years?" and often reinterpreted as, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" by twenty-somethings with a lack of direction such as myself. 
I don't know what I'm having for dinner, let alone where I want to be in ten years. The question with the "O" word (not that "O" word...pervert), completely threw me during the interview. Up until then I thought I was doing pretty good. I nailed the "what are you good at" question and appropriately BS'd my way through the "what are you bad at" question (spoiler alert: being too good at things).

But I didn't see the Oscar comment coming, even though I probably should have. Fetishized discussion of the gold statue is far from uncommon by people w…

At 27, I Learned About Death

It's been a tough year.

At an age that most people typically start worrying about their own mortality, and rightfully so, I've found myself more saddened by the passing of others than any other time in my life. I know that this is far from uncommon for someone my age and I actually take solace in the shared experience of grief and knowing that so many can feel so much for someone they didn't even know. It's sad, but it's a happy kind of sad I suppose.
Until this past year, I have been fortunate to have not experienced as much personal loss as so many others have or such loss occurred at such a young age that the impact was less severe. It's always sad when someone dies, no matter who or what the circumstances. What has seemed so strange about this past year is the bombardment of deaths of people who I felt, and unfortunately only realized after their passing, how much they shaped who I am as a person. As a filmmaker and as an artist, this influence can not be ove…