Dave J

Tribeca's still tippin' on fo-fo's.

I am feeling kind of lethargic lately in regards to things that are not directly related to either completing the intense loads of schoolwork at the end of the year, or entertaining me. I'm not sure where blogs fit in to that, but the handicapped status of my camera sure doesn't help. I really just want to show pictures and I can't and it sucks.

My weekend has been dominated by the Tribeca Film Festival, which I volunteered for in an effort to get a bit of resume building, intern-like knowledge and the occasional load of free stuff. My job technically is "Production Floater", which means I go wherever's needed. On Friday night that meant my job was to stand right outside the "red carpet" area, answer questions from random people, wait for celebrities to arrive, and then quickly put up barricades blocking the press from advancing further than their alloted space, and barricades blocking all the fools who swarm in with their digital cameras. I only knew a few of the people I saw (independent films don't tend to be great on mega-watt stars), such as Donald Sutherland, local Omaha hottie Gabrielle Union and co-star Jeremy Renner, who looks just as dirty as that photo in real life, and finally the entire cast of Red Doors. So not a bad haul, but nothing too great. It was really cold and I left to go get a coat from my dorm before I froze to death and to get Liz to join me so I wouldn't be bored. During that time I was gone, Maggie Gylenthall dropped in and started a near indie-riot, and I missed it. Grah.

Yesterday my job was just to set up the lines outside the theaters for a few hours; nothing too demanding.

Last night Jeff and I saw Dizzee Rascal before walking outside into a flash flood and having to run home soaking wet. The show was really cool, but that might just be for lack of comparable experiences. New York crowds don't dance on their own because they lack the element of self-determination; they need someone to tell them repeatedly to do so and then it happens. There was also a near fight which was kinda scary but perfectly authentic.

Thank you, England, not just for Mr. Rascal, but for also giving us this fine bit of info: "Workers distracted by phone calls, e-mails and text messages suffer a greater loss of IQ than a person smoking marijuana, a British study shows." BRB l8r?

It's really hard to focus heading into the stretch. I'm so concerned about arranging all the things for storage and finding the DVDs I loaned out and packing stuff to send home and cleaning the room and taking stuff down off the walls. It's more stressful than the lame final essays I have to do for my classes. But it'll all be done soon enough, it's just that this week is too crazy to even begin to freak out like this. I have to get everything done by Thursday, when I'm working the Decemberists show, because the rest of the weekend is dominated again by Tribeca (either working or watching) and of course the premiere of Family Guy on the night before all the essays are due. Great timing, Fox.

24 is tonight!

Posted by dave at April 24, 2005 10:50 AM