Slightly more than a year ago, I moved from a desert suburb to Los Angeles to attend the UCLA Film School. In contrast to students who have attended UCLA since their wide-eyed teenage years, I have had precious little time to absorb this place in all its splendour. When I graduate in the spring, what will I have left to hold onto, except some remarkably transient memories? I haven't had the time to take this place or its people for granted. I haven't had time to stop noticing how beautiful Kerckhoff Hall is at night or that you can see the ocean from the top of Broad. I'm terribly fearful of leaving this place, because I have a distinct sense things will never be this good again.
I've done what I could, I should hope. I've dedicated my senior year to documentation: I bought a video camera to record my classmates in action; I bought a new camera phone capable of some truly amazing things. I could never profess to such an obsession with photography before this past quarter. And truth be told, as these things go I'm as much a photographer as an okapi is a zebra-- certainly my aspirations are there, but I fall terribly short and onto the disingenuous side.
Whatever. It makes me happy. When my own shortcomings someday prevent me from success and I look back from my crappy life to the summer of my youth, at least there will be awesome visual aids.
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This is the new blog. I've left livejournal and eschewed similar services because I am no longer famous on the internet and feel little reason to continue the charade.
Important posts will be reposted here as soon as I get bored enough to start caring.
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