Two things which I'm pretty sure I won't be indulging in for the coming summer months.
I'm going to Ecuador for 2 months, from May 27th rough July 31. I'm recording sound for a feature film called Safe By My Side, written and directed by a UTRTFFF (University of Texas Radio-Television-Film Film Friend) David Lamb. Check out the film's website to learn more about it at: www.safebymyside.com.
Funny as it sounds, I have no feeling other than an unqualified sense of anticipation about going to South America for the summer. When trying to imagine what will happen or how it will affect me, I draw a huge blank. It's kind of like a cat looking into a mirror and not being able to understand what it sees to the extent that it's simply another flat surface. No, I don't think I have future-telling powers, but this trip represents something so exotic to my overall routine that I feel little else other than a huge knot of curiosity about what comes next. I guess by routine, I mean to say that I've been a student for so long (17 years) that this period of time where I'll find myself doing something entirely new in an entirely different hemisphere will amount to something incomparable with any previous experience.
One day I'd like this blog to represent a tack-board for my current creative endeavors and personal exploits but until I'm wherever doing whatever it takes to make the art I know I can, this blog will be about my experiences in Ecuador. I'll be flying from Houston to Mexico City, Panama then Quito all day Saturday into Sunday this weekend. I'm relying on Chad and David to supply pictures for this blog since I don't have a digital SLR and am not going to attempt to work out a system of developing 35mm in Ecuador. I can only promise that I'll try my best to update this blog at appropriate intervals and make sure the dinosaurs don't eat me.
I won't be taking my phone with me so the best and quickest way to reach me in any case of urgency would be through email at firstname.lastname@example.org. In case you're unusually interested in this whole excursion, I'll be keeping a journal that I hope to publish/exhibit/produce into some entertaining form after I come back. Maybe a series of open mic readings at the Cactus Cafe.
If anything, I hope to grow as a person with a bigger, fuller beard. What more can one man aspire to do with two months time adventuring with friends?
Coming Soon: Drive, Fly, Disembark