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Do it properly

I got a call today from my beloved film institution to learn that my current tutor who was overlooking both of my projects is leaving to teach at Toronto Film School. I’m not sure if this is official news, but I know he’ll read this eventually.  

He’s been great help and showed amazingly encouraging interest in my ideas; probably single-handedly turned me from a free-floating slacker into a person fully determined to do my own thing. If this is not going to actually cause some harm to the documentary film heritage of humanity reminds to be seen. But it did evidently help me out if only by stuffing my throat with the likes of budget spreadsheets (a.k.a. budget spreadshits) and equipment checklists I thought I could get away without. It might seem like little inspiration but he knows I’m not short on inspiration. It’s the action I’m not big on.

You’re going to do it, he said, do it properly.

And you know that’s what it comes down to - do it properly.

Well I hope these spoilt brats at Toronto Film School appreciate what they’re getting.

exercise of silence

Intellectual exercise of translation boils the brain under my scull. I’m back to writing in Polish, have a column deadline on Thursday (which is why I’m over at tumblr fiddling with my brain). I find swapping the languages an extreme sport when it comes to written word. If you’re doing well you’re in the element. If you break all your limbs you’re just the twat who thought that full-pipe is a half pipe with a roof.

There is a reason for this procrastination however (yes, I came prepared). You see, silence in different languages most definitely has a different meaning. How are we ever going to get over the differences in meanings of spoken or written word? This has troubled me before. I’m living in a house with northern English, South African-English and USA-born Greek brought up in Switzerland. I’v been exchanging thoughts with people all over the shop via endless networking sites, instant messengers, emails. We all speak English and the fact that we all know it is the single reason while the whole enterprise is even possible. My question is: is English our common language or the lowest common denominator? 

misty watercolor memories

I was always classy, turns out.

We passed exams and now every one is getting sentimental. Yesterday my friend recalled a following story set in the first year, in student halls.

Steph: oooooh yes! it’s valentines day and i got a text from a boy!

Silence. Everybody looks at her as if she’s out of her mind due to overdose of EastEnders.

Ana: yeah, so did I. It said ‘it’s ok, you were drunk’.