FILM

Headed down this afternoon to the Apple store in SoHo for a one-hour talk on digital filmmaking. The store has these free, daily, informal talks from industry experts to promote and shill Mac products as well as inspire and inform individuals like myself. See, one my ideas is to finally do something about this obsession I have with film, and that’s learn how to do it. Found out that DCTV, a local public access resource has intensive, affordable workshops, which is nice option to the New York Film Academy if you have to make a living. Also found out that the demand for online digital film production skills is going to increase dramatically. Motion graphics is where it’s at. So while I’ll most definitely continue my graphic design biz, I’m also inclined to retrain myself in something that seems a natural progression from the 2D medium which seems to be less and less satisfying as the market changes and mutates.

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Leaving inspired by that I decided while I was in the neighborhood to stop by the the Tui Na Chinese massage parlor for 40 mins of bliss. I haven’t really described the scene here and it’s worth mentioning. No privacy here, you walk off the street and into this tiny waiting room, say how long you want and then you’re led into a communal room filled with tables in a low-light environment. Shirt comes off pants stay on. You lie down, and the one of three or four Chinese women programs a timer and starts to work you over from the get go. No gentle introduction, and you don’t have to tell them where to look. It’s like they inherently know where your worst shoulder boulders are and start cracking those fuckers open with a vengeance. It’s beautiful. I usually fall asleep and this time farted I was so relaxed, but they don’t care, it’s like you’re a piece of meat that needs tenderizing. When time’s up, you get your clothes on and go out front where they give you a little cup of water and you pay the lady and go. Found out these places are all over NYC. It’s the best deal for a massage and I’ve been going for over a decade. I hate all that New-Agey crap. I never like that scene and always thought it was contrived. This is how massage should be in my massage book. Fast, furious and fulfilling. Oh yeah, nothing sexual about it.