<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:34:22.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Edna, Eddie, Ed</title><subtitle type='html'>"Be the change you wish to see in the world." -Ghandi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-4101400091583906193</id><published>2008-10-13T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:08:40.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10.9.08</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel exposed&lt;br /&gt;Like "Hey world!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I felt this way&lt;br /&gt;so consistantly at least as I do now&lt;br /&gt;was when I first started handing out my script&lt;br /&gt;for view and review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exposed&lt;br /&gt;not so much for&lt;br /&gt;what was written on the pages&lt;br /&gt;but in giving those pages&lt;br /&gt;I exposed my heart without a shield&lt;br /&gt;without a wall&lt;br /&gt;without restrictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it gets infected?&lt;br /&gt;What if it gets hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I asked before I handed it over&lt;br /&gt;But in a step of&lt;br /&gt;     -whatever it was I stepped in&lt;br /&gt;       Its part of the gunk I am made of-&lt;br /&gt;I handed it over&lt;br /&gt;to a hand I trusted&lt;br /&gt;to a hand that crushed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stuff I stepped in&lt;br /&gt;doesnt let me stay crushed&lt;br /&gt;because that stuff taught me&lt;br /&gt;that you cant give up&lt;br /&gt;not for what is real&lt;br /&gt;not for what is raw&lt;br /&gt;not for the stuff inside&lt;br /&gt;that screams when you fall&lt;br /&gt;"Get up again.  Get up again."&lt;br /&gt;"Get up again.  Get up again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thing inside that speaks the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it more clearly&lt;br /&gt;when I stop listening&lt;br /&gt;to everyone around me I think matter&lt;br /&gt;too much&lt;br /&gt;to the demons inside that yell&lt;br /&gt;too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, I hear the truth when I'm quiet&lt;br /&gt;like this&lt;br /&gt;and the wind is blowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-4101400091583906193?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/4101400091583906193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/4101400091583906193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/10/10908.html' title='10.9.08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-6044879897963758039</id><published>2008-09-12T04:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:52:18.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9.12.08</title><content type='html'>is this my coming out blog?&lt;br /&gt;.... hmmm, lol, i think its turning into that.&lt;br /&gt;started out to where i was just gonna post a journal entry&lt;br /&gt;but i feel i should preface just a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of people who have known me are&lt;br /&gt;concerned or taken aback or...?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno... *insert immeadiate reaction here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gay&lt;br /&gt;i like girls&lt;br /&gt;i always have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if that upsets you&lt;br /&gt;but its who i am&lt;br /&gt;and no, its not a phase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to appologize for not writing some people back when they asked&lt;br /&gt;and expressed their concerns or 'what the heck!'s lol&lt;br /&gt;i dont take this lightly and i didnt want to reply in anything&lt;br /&gt;that implied i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all that said,&lt;br /&gt;heres where i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[9-11-08]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the idea&lt;br /&gt;the thought&lt;br /&gt;that i am loved&lt;br /&gt;just as i am&lt;br /&gt;just as i come&lt;br /&gt;just as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;by god&lt;br /&gt;whom ive tried to please&lt;br /&gt;the only father ive ever known&lt;br /&gt;and i mean that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hes okay with me&lt;br /&gt;because this is just me&lt;br /&gt;im finally not hiding&lt;br /&gt;and all my life&lt;br /&gt;i was taught to hide&lt;br /&gt;but i cant&lt;br /&gt;this thing inside me screams&lt;br /&gt;i cant stay inside&lt;br /&gt;and contort myself to what i think i should be&lt;br /&gt;or what ive been taught i should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is god is real&lt;br /&gt;and im not who i always thought i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel loved in that&lt;br /&gt;is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because a lot of people think so&lt;br /&gt;... maybe its just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to know the love of christ&lt;br /&gt;and i dont feel i need to change to do that&lt;br /&gt;just unlearn everything ive taught myself&lt;br /&gt;and everything ive been taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;i want to know this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-6044879897963758039?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/6044879897963758039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/6044879897963758039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-12-08.html' title='9.12.08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-601463794017052170</id><published>2008-07-07T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:17:42.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spoke too soon...</title><content type='html'>what does one do&lt;br /&gt;when the winds of love come rushing through?&lt;br /&gt;when the breeze of her is all over you&lt;br /&gt;when the rustles change from light to dark&lt;br /&gt;and her mood to you more limp and stark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke of love.&lt;br /&gt;did i make a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;i think i did for now i shake.&lt;br /&gt;a distant love of hers she sees&lt;br /&gt;in her bed instead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, i ask (of course to me)&lt;br /&gt;does she love her?&lt;br /&gt;what does she see?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its her memory&lt;br /&gt;who she was or was thought to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only pain did this lover leave&lt;br /&gt;months and months and months to grieve&lt;br /&gt;and tears that cried deep rivers to drown&lt;br /&gt;her words were spoke to bring her down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dear, i love you so&lt;br /&gt;i understand youre not ready to go&lt;br /&gt;i understand you cant control&lt;br /&gt;i understand you need time&lt;br /&gt;i understand you need space  &lt;br /&gt;--it hurts like hell to leave this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to conjure up&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams of me and you&lt;br /&gt;all too sudden all too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i fear ive run you off&lt;br /&gt;afraid for me and me for you&lt;br /&gt;i spoke too soon, i spoke too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke selfishly what was on my mind&lt;br /&gt;i spoke with blurry, unclean eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you face&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, dont know that taste&lt;br /&gt;the anger and pain of all you feel&lt;br /&gt;i wish, i wish it wasnt real&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could take your place&lt;br /&gt;   ...if it meant you healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are strong, my dear&lt;br /&gt;a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;though broken now, your heart will mend&lt;br /&gt;you can count on, love, a victorious end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-601463794017052170?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/601463794017052170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/601463794017052170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/07/spoke-too-soon.html' title='spoke too soon...'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-3538771774115124794</id><published>2008-06-25T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:21:24.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6.25.08</title><content type='html'>its been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;a lot has happened&lt;br /&gt;a lot has changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the first time&lt;br /&gt;in a long time&lt;br /&gt;today i felt okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay with who i am&lt;br /&gt;and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good feeling -&lt;br /&gt;a really good feeling -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finally be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-3538771774115124794?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/3538771774115124794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/3538771774115124794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/06/62508.html' title='6.25.08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-6678343313480965743</id><published>2008-02-24T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:27:43.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2-24-08</title><content type='html'>youd think id update this little guy more, eh?&lt;br /&gt;but alas, yea, i dont really have an excuse lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot on my mind&lt;br /&gt;but thats always the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple weeks ago we made the executive desision to push filming back until the summer&lt;br /&gt;i still feel like i dont keep in touch with people enough&lt;br /&gt;call them enough&lt;br /&gt;do enough pre-production stuff&lt;br /&gt;--there is so much to do in any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, i want to start school and get my cdl&lt;br /&gt;(drive buses, steady income, impact kids...&lt;br /&gt;its proving to be increasingly difficult to make a movie with no money&lt;br /&gt;for yourself or the film, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cousins pregnant&lt;br /&gt;sixteen&lt;br /&gt;i love her to death&lt;br /&gt;i dont think she should stay at home&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine staying at home&lt;br /&gt;babys daddy is a good guy&lt;br /&gt;but no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want her to have the option of moving in&lt;br /&gt;gotta have my own place for that though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna get ready for school&lt;br /&gt;and get my cdl after we shot in march&lt;br /&gt;so that i could start driving and going to school in the fall&lt;br /&gt;but, well, lol, a month or so after shooting now&lt;br /&gt;(now that were shooting in the summer)&lt;br /&gt;isnt really enough to secure either of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so much overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;i just need to get a plan going&lt;br /&gt;that usualy helps the most&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i just worry&lt;br /&gt;and stress&lt;br /&gt;and have no solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tihnk it will all be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have some benifit shows for the film coming up&lt;br /&gt;one this friday at strange brew in greenwood&lt;br /&gt;and another march 30th in ft wayne&lt;br /&gt;i need to get someone in charge of funraising stuff there&lt;br /&gt;-thats another thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selling artwork by cast, crew, friends&lt;br /&gt;t-shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list could go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about other things&lt;br /&gt;and wrote just a bit ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we always&lt;br /&gt;think the grass will be greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;when in reality&lt;br /&gt;the spot we are standing in right now&lt;br /&gt;is the most beautiful shade of green there ever was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i think.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tihnk i can watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;and think life in the city is best&lt;br /&gt;life on stage is the best&lt;br /&gt;because someone else is doing it&lt;br /&gt;because i dont have to feel the strugle&lt;br /&gt;in that 90 minutes of story&lt;br /&gt;i forget that that 90 minutes&lt;br /&gt;represents years of sweat and blood&lt;br /&gt;of lonliness&lt;br /&gt;of depression&lt;br /&gt;of figuring out&lt;br /&gt;while never being able to do so&lt;br /&gt;and then in the end&lt;br /&gt;this thing spits out&lt;br /&gt;and its reality&lt;br /&gt;and its triumph&lt;br /&gt;and its beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but only because of all that has been previously mentioned&lt;br /&gt;and i sit here&lt;br /&gt;wanting the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the easy way out leads to death&lt;br /&gt;or at least death of the soul&lt;br /&gt;which i believe to be far worse&lt;br /&gt;than a lack of beating in ones heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so father&lt;br /&gt;help me write my story&lt;br /&gt;the one you planned out&lt;br /&gt;the one where i die&lt;br /&gt;and you live&lt;br /&gt;the one where i take blood and sweat&lt;br /&gt;and pain and lonliness&lt;br /&gt;and depression&lt;br /&gt;and trying to figure things out&lt;br /&gt;but never able&lt;br /&gt;because this world&lt;br /&gt;and story is so much bigger than i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one where i take all that&lt;br /&gt;instead of a dead soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in turn live&lt;br /&gt;because i want to live.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now folks&lt;br /&gt;ill try to update a bit more ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-6678343313480965743?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/6678343313480965743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/6678343313480965743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-24-08.html' title='2-24-08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-1990057181046826104</id><published>2008-02-02T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:48:09.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2-2-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e64pbyqXJBg/R6SIc0qLHYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5iVMnQu0I7k/s1600-h/office+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162401101626678658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e64pbyqXJBg/R6SIc0qLHYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5iVMnQu0I7k/s320/office+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my office&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i can concentrate and breath at this store&lt;br /&gt;and i can steal panera's internet&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because ive never worked at this location&lt;br /&gt;and its a cafe store... no constant dings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or voices that exclaim,&lt;br /&gt;"thanks for choosing starbucks! yadayadayada!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-yii-yii :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but i do the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;we all sound like were hyped up on too much caffine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and... dont forget the crack, lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting with the kids today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a new diane&lt;br /&gt;--i think i pushed too much for her to come this week&lt;br /&gt;(she just got the part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even though she already said she kinda had plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, none of us are perfect&lt;br /&gt;and im imperfect, stressed, impatient, and full of fear&lt;br /&gt;so... eh, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we have a new diane&lt;br /&gt;and she already has sat afternoons free (usually)&lt;br /&gt;and shes gonna bring her kids to the meetings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! more kids... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love working with them&lt;br /&gt;they make it all worth while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to find a new aaron&lt;br /&gt;(trey wanted to do it so badly...&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad... but i cant get a hold of his mom&lt;br /&gt;--who was originally going to be diane)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from there...&lt;br /&gt;a young aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benifit shows are being planned&lt;br /&gt;thats slightly stressful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need to get some pictures of people to update cast/crew&lt;br /&gt;(lists are great for that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the sponsor letter written...&lt;br /&gt;just need ot format the header a bit and print it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a senior at beech grove high i need to e-mail&lt;br /&gt;shes gonna be on crew!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;financial sponsor proposal to write...&lt;br /&gt;thats huge&lt;br /&gt;i told dan id e-mail it to him by yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but earlier this week i made a desision to sleep when i needed to&lt;br /&gt;(like at night... you know, instead of going days without sleep)&lt;br /&gt;so, i havnt had a chance to sit down and write it...&lt;br /&gt;the plan is to write it today&lt;br /&gt;theres a lot of thought that goes into something like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a lot of reading through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a lot of pouring our my heart for this film&lt;br /&gt;and film in my life&lt;br /&gt;and plans for this film&lt;br /&gt;and furture projects&lt;br /&gt;and others futures involved&lt;br /&gt;and its going to potential big-wigs&lt;br /&gt;at least for us...&lt;br /&gt;people that will make a desision to give us money&lt;br /&gt;money that is theirs&lt;br /&gt;that they want to use wisely&lt;br /&gt;so i must convince them that it would be wise to give to this project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no pressure, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i doubt a thousand times over&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;its why i stress so often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;god will proide&lt;br /&gt;move hearts&lt;br /&gt;provide and move hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;(even my own)&lt;br /&gt;he changed the hearts of kings&lt;br /&gt;and he is bigger than the kings&lt;br /&gt;he parted the oceans and red sea&lt;br /&gt;theyre but dust in his hand&lt;br /&gt;were but grasshoppers beneath his feet&lt;br /&gt;were here today&lt;br /&gt;gone tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how great is our god&lt;br /&gt;man... how great is our god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself and everyone that i was going to play downtown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for money for this film today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i like doing it&lt;br /&gt;and i think i could make some change&lt;br /&gt;at least some pity change, lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ive got work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to you later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-1990057181046826104?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-963141942276792070</id><published>2008-01-22T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:19:48.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1-22-08</title><content type='html'>every day i wake up&lt;br /&gt;in panic or peace&lt;br /&gt;a panic that begins with a gasp&lt;br /&gt;that leaps into my belly&lt;br /&gt;and there it stays&lt;br /&gt;all day&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of all to do&lt;br /&gt;and all this uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;is overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;so i sweat&lt;br /&gt;and panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up every day&lt;br /&gt;wondering if i can do this&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i go on&lt;br /&gt;with that gasp in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;birthed at the opening of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the ringing of the melodic tune&lt;br /&gt;that wakes me every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go on&lt;br /&gt;one step in front of the other&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill slip on these moss filled rocks&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill fall to my death&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not know a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i do know&lt;br /&gt;is that i will not stop&lt;br /&gt;that this film will not stop&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;curled up in my roomates living room chair&lt;br /&gt;my neck was stiff&lt;br /&gt;as were my legs&lt;br /&gt;looked at the clock -- seven am&lt;br /&gt;i think if i would have falen asleep anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt have waken up, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep the night before&lt;br /&gt;but an hour at most in my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was storyboarding --&lt;br /&gt;rough, rough, rough --&lt;br /&gt;the trailer park sccenes&lt;br /&gt;just enough to take to a meeting i was supposed to have today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if im still meeting with them&lt;br /&gt;i hope so&lt;br /&gt;well see&lt;br /&gt;if not, ill make the most of the time i have until work tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that to say thats what brought me here this morning&lt;br /&gt;i have a list of things to do --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met with ritchie flores last night&lt;br /&gt;man, he knows his stuff&lt;br /&gt;and i am so grateful&lt;br /&gt;so i have a list&lt;br /&gt;some steps to take&lt;br /&gt;and all it takes for a dream to become reality&lt;br /&gt;is persistance&lt;br /&gt;continued persistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spelled independent wrong on the flyers i made&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought id share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to a group called "Rue Royale"&lt;br /&gt;an amazing group i might add&lt;br /&gt;over a year ago&lt;br /&gt;i went to see them in chicago with a friend&lt;br /&gt;layout of story in hand&lt;br /&gt;perpared to ask them if i could use their music for my film&lt;br /&gt;we arrived just after their set&lt;br /&gt;they gave us each a copy of their ep&lt;br /&gt;and were flattered about their music in this film&lt;br /&gt;and said they were writting some new songs too&lt;br /&gt;that we may be interested in using&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are now releasing their first full length album&lt;br /&gt;and heading to europe next month for shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am today&lt;br /&gt;making the movie i said i would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i thought this was where id be a year from then&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what ill be thinking a year from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and reflection are interesting things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-963141942276792070?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/963141942276792070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/963141942276792070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-22-08.html' title='1-22-08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-3414477643224155659</id><published>2008-01-13T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:49:15.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1-13-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e64pbyqXJBg/R4q7zy5v_xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WJtRa2f0MA0/s1600-h/coffeetouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155139221990670098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e64pbyqXJBg/R4q7zy5v_xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WJtRa2f0MA0/s320/coffeetouse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i had a much needed talk with a friend&lt;br /&gt;my friend kristy&lt;br /&gt;didnt expect to see her&lt;br /&gt;have never really seen her outside of work&lt;br /&gt;but tonight i did&lt;br /&gt;--though she was still working in her makeshift office at a starbucks table in greenwoodmaking phone calls to all of her new partners--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her store opens on thursday&lt;br /&gt;a most exciting thing&lt;br /&gt;and shes been preparing for it for a long time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, after watching the last of season two of lost plus some extras,&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid&lt;br /&gt;i was very afriad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me stopped and said to myself&lt;br /&gt;'time wont stop just because youre scared and overwhelmed,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing you can do is keep going, keep going, keep going'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard my roomates come home&lt;br /&gt;i snapped out of it&lt;br /&gt;started getting dressed&lt;br /&gt;knowing i had to get out for a bit&lt;br /&gt;pray&lt;br /&gt;learn truth&lt;br /&gt;shoot some e-mails&lt;br /&gt;maybe make a list for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;just... accomplish some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that and getting out of my room is always good for my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked into this store not expecting to see anyone i knew&lt;br /&gt;and there she was&lt;br /&gt;i was glad to see her&lt;br /&gt;shes a refreshing person to be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we talked&lt;br /&gt;in between her phone calls&lt;br /&gt;and my setting up my computer&lt;br /&gt;about her store&lt;br /&gt;about other managers&lt;br /&gt;about schultzie (or 'uncle howie' as kristy calls him) coming back to starbucks&lt;br /&gt;about stock going up&lt;br /&gt;about a change for the better we both thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked her if i could ask her an unrelated question&lt;br /&gt;a vulnerable question&lt;br /&gt;i asked her if she was scared&lt;br /&gt;i said to her'i feel like were in similar spots... you opening a new store and me making a movie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her reply was that she was ready&lt;br /&gt;'what about a month ago?' i asked&lt;br /&gt;'horrified' she replied&lt;br /&gt;'okay, good,' i replied with a smile and sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'im ready for it now though, but thats today, who knows about tomorrow... i tihnk im still on a highfrom shopping for office supplies' she said with a smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we kept talking&lt;br /&gt;and i am so thankful for her honesty&lt;br /&gt;and i told her that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we began talking on the subject of relationships&lt;br /&gt;(because her construction guy is a hottie and can hang shelves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her that i feel im learning i dont need to be saved by someone&lt;br /&gt;and that i thought i already knew that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she spoke on the matter&lt;br /&gt;and said 'no, you dont'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said ' to me the even greater romance isnt needing someone...&lt;br /&gt;even needing someone somuch you would die without them,&lt;br /&gt;but choosing them...&lt;br /&gt;choosing to wake up to that person every single morning of your life...&lt;br /&gt;thats romance...&lt;br /&gt;love'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said&lt;br /&gt;'im okay being by myself...&lt;br /&gt;i can live without someone...&lt;br /&gt;it may not be as pretty without them,&lt;br /&gt;but my life will still keep going...&lt;br /&gt;my life will never stop, just because someone elses does&lt;br /&gt;or because our realtionship does'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'and im not going to just keep someone around to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;ive got books, movies, and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;ive got friends to keep me company, im fine' she laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'im beginning to realize something like that' i said&lt;br /&gt;'that i cant and dont need to save someone else&lt;br /&gt;and i dont need to be saved either...&lt;br /&gt;that im an adult and i can take care of myself... im a big girl'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked some more on the matter&lt;br /&gt;and she said one of those key phrases&lt;br /&gt;that sums up an important thing you need always to remember&lt;br /&gt;wisdom in few words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...its caring for eachother, not saving eachother that makes a realationship work...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still learning all of that&lt;br /&gt;but our conversation was good&lt;br /&gt;it was so very needed&lt;br /&gt;we talked about the two things ive been wrestling with for months&lt;br /&gt;and will probably continue to wrestle with&lt;br /&gt;but that means too that im always learning &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-3414477643224155659?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/3414477643224155659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/3414477643224155659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/12-13-08.html' title='1-13-08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e64pbyqXJBg/R4q7zy5v_xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WJtRa2f0MA0/s72-c/coffeetouse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-8387229120724500590</id><published>2008-01-03T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:21:48.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1-3-08</title><content type='html'>today (with some good music)&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-8387229120724500590?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8387229120724500590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8387229120724500590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-3-08.html' title='1-3-08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-2339183553955289095</id><published>2008-01-02T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:02:09.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1-2-08</title><content type='html'>we need a cinematographer&lt;br /&gt;we need finances to scout locations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-2339183553955289095?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/2339183553955289095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/2339183553955289095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-need-cinematographer-i-need-finances.html' title='1-2-08'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-8659810631435126662</id><published>2007-12-29T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:40:41.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-29-07</title><content type='html'>its not so much that shit keeps happening&lt;br /&gt;thats just life&lt;br /&gt;and things will always happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that i cant fix any of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant make things better&lt;br /&gt;or perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that is what upsets me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in regards to the film&lt;br /&gt;in regards to bills and debts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant fix it&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how to fix the things that maybe i can&lt;br /&gt;because im overwhelmed by all i cant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-8659810631435126662?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8659810631435126662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8659810631435126662'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-2755986037386159218</id><published>2007-12-10T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:28:28.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-10-07</title><content type='html'>as for the film&lt;br /&gt;things are coming along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still need stuff&lt;br /&gt;a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;an adam&lt;br /&gt;and a cinimatographer&lt;br /&gt;and grace&lt;br /&gt;continued grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, god, give me grace&lt;br /&gt;and everything else we need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-2755986037386159218?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/2755986037386159218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/2755986037386159218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-10-07.html' title='12-10-07'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-8206951365797489183</id><published>2007-12-10T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:24:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-9-07</title><content type='html'>carol reads and drinks coffee... sometimes gets a scone&lt;br /&gt;i admire her&lt;br /&gt;shes a social worker&lt;br /&gt;trying to save kids&lt;br /&gt;like tajanay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read about tajanay the other day&lt;br /&gt;the pheonix apartments on 38th and keystone&lt;br /&gt;same apt complex gregs friend got stabbed at&lt;br /&gt;in his own apartment&lt;br /&gt;dead&lt;br /&gt;just like tajanay&lt;br /&gt;tajanay was hung on a coat rack by her little t-shirt and pjs&lt;br /&gt;and punched in the stomach by her mothers boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;for wetting her pants&lt;br /&gt;the same day social workers were planning on going before a judge&lt;br /&gt;to get tajanay removed from her home&lt;br /&gt;was the day tajanay was taken to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;and pronounced&lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes get wet&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach tightens&lt;br /&gt;as my fingers&lt;br /&gt;no longer know what to do&lt;br /&gt;my heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;and my throat tightens&lt;br /&gt;when i think of tajanay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right next to that article in the paper&lt;br /&gt;was an article about plans for a superbowl&lt;br /&gt;to be held in indy&lt;br /&gt;at the new stadium taking all of our tax dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cringe at the chosen ignorance&lt;br /&gt;to the horror that goes on in this city&lt;br /&gt;amongst people that live less than 20 minutes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i breathe heavy and begin to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2007712090434"&gt;http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2007712090434&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-8206951365797489183?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8206951365797489183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8206951365797489183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-9-07.html' title='12-9-07'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-6766436525681312478</id><published>2007-12-07T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:36:00.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-7-07</title><content type='html'>headache&lt;br /&gt;migrane&lt;br /&gt;plursey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive been sick more&lt;br /&gt;this past week&lt;br /&gt;than i have been&lt;br /&gt;the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check came today&lt;br /&gt;praise god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work all day tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;and im going to take a shower :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe no one wanted to know that&lt;br /&gt;but i had to get it out&lt;br /&gt;shower tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna feel clean again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream is waiting&lt;br /&gt;along with a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-6766436525681312478?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/6766436525681312478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/6766436525681312478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-7-07.html' title='12-7-07'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-8138041600917137421</id><published>2007-12-04T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:14:42.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-4-07</title><content type='html'>Wake up, wake up, O Zion!&lt;br /&gt;Clothe yourself with strength.&lt;br /&gt;Put on your beautiful clothes,&lt;br /&gt;O holy city of Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;for unclean and godless people&lt;br /&gt;will enter your gates&lt;br /&gt;no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise from the dust, O Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;Sit in a place of honor.&lt;br /&gt;Remove the chains of slavery from your neck,&lt;br /&gt;O captive daughter of Zion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is what the Lord says:&lt;br /&gt;     “When I sold you into exile,&lt;br /&gt;       I received no payment.&lt;br /&gt;       Now I can redeem you&lt;br /&gt;       without having to pay for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-isaiah 52:1-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-8138041600917137421?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8138041600917137421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/8138041600917137421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-4-07.html' title='12-4-07'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-5627356005962542133</id><published>2007-12-03T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:02:25.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-3-07</title><content type='html'>today i must organize so many&lt;br /&gt;things&lt;br /&gt;no procrasatination&lt;br /&gt;the time is approaching&lt;br /&gt;i feel better&lt;br /&gt;i need to pick up some hours at the bux&lt;br /&gt;find another job&lt;br /&gt;and make a movie!&lt;br /&gt;call people&lt;br /&gt;set things up&lt;br /&gt;make a list&lt;br /&gt;of things to do&lt;br /&gt;of people to write&lt;br /&gt;of items to research&lt;br /&gt;of numbers to call&lt;br /&gt;i make a thousand lists a day&lt;br /&gt;theres a possibility&lt;br /&gt;this is good for my health :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-5627356005962542133?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/5627356005962542133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/5627356005962542133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-3-07.html' title='12-3-07'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-108609187723118193</id><published>2007-12-03T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:01:54.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-2-07</title><content type='html'>time for sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;havnt felt too well the past 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;i tihnk i worked too much friday&lt;br /&gt;then the weather&lt;br /&gt;and cold/flu season amidst&lt;br /&gt;lol, not a good combination&lt;br /&gt;of things&lt;br /&gt;but i feel better now&lt;br /&gt;maybe the weather&lt;br /&gt;maybe prayer&lt;br /&gt;maybe rest&lt;br /&gt;i slept all day today&lt;br /&gt;minus the three hours&lt;br /&gt;i tredged at work&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i tun in multiple applications for waitressing&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get one&lt;br /&gt;i dont even want to look at my bank account right now&lt;br /&gt;i try not to think about it&lt;br /&gt;thinknig only makes me frantic&lt;br /&gt;and helps me not trust my god to provide&lt;br /&gt;he will&lt;br /&gt;im fully confident&lt;br /&gt;so now to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i open in the morning&lt;br /&gt;lovely 5am&lt;br /&gt;and clothes in the drywe before that&lt;br /&gt;the taste of too much chocolate&lt;br /&gt;(the best thing when youre not feeling well..that crackers, soda, and re-runs of sitcoms)&lt;br /&gt;still on my teeth&lt;br /&gt;and the soda in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;thank you, jesus, for this day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-108609187723118193?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/108609187723118193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/108609187723118193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-2-07.html' title='12-2-07'/><author><name>....................................</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01506018570816487151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411384825933688583.post-1098321130198306204</id><published>2007-11-30T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:53:38.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 12:30p..&lt;br /&gt;i should take a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much to do though&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel my body constantly being drained&lt;br /&gt;which i dont think is entirely bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no way i can work the amount i need to&lt;br /&gt;make a movie&lt;br /&gt;and expect to get a full nights rest&lt;br /&gt;seven days a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;my producer is keeping me on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-wrote the script last night&lt;br /&gt;well see if its the one we lock&lt;br /&gt;(well, as far as the storyline and logistics go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no way i could do this without my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the longest time&lt;br /&gt;i looked for directors commentary&lt;br /&gt;or blogs&lt;br /&gt;or... something&lt;br /&gt;that told of what they went through&lt;br /&gt;when they directed their first film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found some good commentaries&lt;br /&gt;but none was of the first time directing&lt;br /&gt;or of one so new in the production life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided that i would&lt;br /&gt;journal and write this filmmaking process&lt;br /&gt;and my life in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this road started a year ago&lt;br /&gt;much has happened&lt;br /&gt;we just had our first all-together film meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really happening!&lt;br /&gt;it has seemed so surreal&lt;br /&gt;and i doubted through my onward steps until now&lt;br /&gt;part of me knew&lt;br /&gt;but much of me doubted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubted everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubted gods divinity&lt;br /&gt;doubted my ability&lt;br /&gt;doubted provision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried doing it myself&lt;br /&gt;and broke&lt;br /&gt;and thank god for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no director&lt;br /&gt;be he follower of christ or not&lt;br /&gt;can do it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not my film&lt;br /&gt;it is gods&lt;br /&gt;it is theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day we are given just enough&lt;br /&gt;i may not be eating stale popcorn for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;lunch and dinner&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how im going to get to work sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but be it a day of shooting&lt;br /&gt;a meeting to attend&lt;br /&gt;a rehersal to observe&lt;br /&gt;gas to scout locations&lt;br /&gt;the strength to face my biggest fears&lt;br /&gt;food to feed those who are working on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god will provide&lt;br /&gt;and he will provide just enough&lt;br /&gt;like he always does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god has a purpose for this film&lt;br /&gt;and god has a purpose for everyone on board&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6411384825933688583-1098321130198306204?l=edismyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/1098321130198306204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6411384825933688583/posts/default/1098321130198306204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edismyname.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-1230p.html' 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