PUBLIC VS. PRIVATE: THINGS THEY ARE A’CHANGIN
I am starting to feel a bit like some kind of cowgirl spy, writing about people and posting pictures of them without their knowledge in a public forum—even though only friends, family, and mentors have a link to this blog. Now that I’m getting into filming, I can foresee more and more posts of this nature. It’s not good documentary practice as far as I’m concerned—it feels unprofessional and unethical among other unhappy things. Plus, do you all really want to read about my saltwater fish collection and ice cream addiction? (For my sake, don’t answer that.)
With that said, I am going to make all these posts private in the next few days and transition to something more like an official website for the film, which I’ll post here someday. I definitely won’t have that launched for a while though, as I still don’t even have a title for the thing.
I’ll still be writing about the process for my own purposes. If you are so kind as to want to read updates and more Chevron stories (you bet there will be many), that would make me happy. You can find me in the Painted Desert or at firstname.lastname@example.org
So, signing off with the promise of a future website and a film, the note that on Sunday I will be interviewing an artist making a canyon-esque sculpture out of blue jeans in the Park Headquarters, and the first five minutes (above) of a short doc I’ll someday finish and upload in HD about the trip here. (SPOILER—we make it to AZ. ALSO NOTE—cinematography for this inspired by the Blair Witch Project which was literally (literally) filmed in my backyard. Finally—pay attention to the news, because the next thing you hear about me might be a story involving some version of Fleetwood Mac suing me for using their stuff without the rights. The song, though very “WESTWARD!” in spirit, was not planned. WHEN TRUTH IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.)
Everyone who appears above gave me permission to put this out into the public world, perhaps because they know there’s no need to worry about coming across as crazy and/or embarrassing when yours truly is also in the picture.
So many thanks to everyone who has been following me so far. It means more than I can say, and I promise to bring you Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for the premiere screening.