making movies be like…

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Sweating through shirts!

Hitting the pillow at 2am

Laughing through tears!

Canned food for breakfast.

Worn out keyboard!

Facing your fears, Every. Moment.

Hearing NO and doing it anyway!

Listening to “Onto The Next One” by Jay Z, on repeat

Talking about the equipment list with the door open as you pee!

Zoom meetings over Zoom meetings over Zoom meetings

Feeling like a baby is birthing all day, every day!

Using creative inventions when resources are for naught

Saying thank you, a zillion times, to everyone who’s said, “Yes, I’ll be there.”

Meeting minutes, agenda items, tasks, due dates, reminders, alerts, on repeat!

Being swung around by Creativity, as we dance at the edge of a mountain

Looking at the dog and remember we’re still loved!

Exhilaration, x 10.

first meet

first meet

I can hear my heart beating.
I can hear myself laughing at his jokes.
I can smell the curly fries from Jack in the Box as we walk to my house
I can feel our hands shaking, as if we were very nervous.
Oh, wait… we are.
It’s the first time he’s coming over for dinner with my family.
I open the gate to my house, slowly and lead him in.
As I slam the gate, leaves fall down from the tree as if like snow; but sadly, it doesn’t snow in LA.
We stop and turn to each other when we arrive at the door.
I can hear my breathing.
I can feel him shaking.
I look into his eyes and say to him, “Ready?”
From where we’re standing I can hear them laughing from the other side of the door.
I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine.
I pen the door, as I walk in first.
I smell the sweet apples that are in the basket beside the entrance.
And it started with a “hello.”

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First Meet by Angela Hernandez from Before There Were Bars, POPS The Club

who cares

Who gives a fuck?
What for?
What experience do you seek?
It’s been too long.
There’s a gap.
You’re on the other side of it.

Really? Why?
Move on.
You’re late.
You never arrived.
Everything everyone says is true.
Listen to them.

Stop while you’re ahead.
The market is saturated.
Oh my god, there you go again.
Let it go.
That’s not you.

It was a stupid idea, anyway.
It didn’t have legs.
You’re not ready.
That someone else’s idea, that’s already happened.

Forgot that shit, let’s do something fun.
Let’s go out.
Let’s go get a drink.
I wanna binge watch that show.
You have to come with me.
This is better.

the natural order

friendship

This go around,
We were two ships passing.
Trying so hard to meet at the corner of familiarity, tradition, “then”.
I love her.
She’s family.
Family that was #1 and now is, well, tertiary.
Life has changed.

Time has contracted, in and out, without our even knowing it.
Before our eyes.
While we were distracted.
Amidst evolution.

The natural order of things…

I want to say it’s going to be OK.
I want to say We will always be.
I want to say intimacy is our best friend.

But it’s not, right?
Action speaks louder than words and what I can see is — this is not our priority anymore.

You come to me in meditation, eyes closed and heart open.
A kind of emotional clean up unfolds as the heart leads the mind, twice a day and still it’s a rarity in my day.
Heart asks, “What happened to her?”

Good question.
My heart swells at reconnecting.
That’s a sign, right?

I love you.
I’m thinking of you.
Let’s FaceTime, some time.
Get back in line with the natural order of things.
Liza Fernandez

our final impression

our final impressions

I’ve noticed how at funerals, no one talks about the financial accomplishments of the deceased—you know, whether they had good credit, or were the top salesman in their territory, or how they never missed a car payment.

By and large, people remember our personal interactions. They remember how we made them feel. They remember the times when we stood up for them, and those inspiring moments when we displayed a zest for life.

Knowing this, what if we lived today as though our personal interactions with friends, family, children, spouses, and strangers were the true measure of a successful life?

What if we treated each personal interaction and conversation and moment of inspiration that we have today as a precious opportunity to invest in our final impression as a human being?

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Light

Don’t be a Woke Douche!

Don’t be a Woke Douche!

Starring Paul Salazar Jr, Xochitl Romero, Mirage Thrams, Abby DeBolt, Tina Huang, Jordan R Coleman, & Liza P Fernandez
Written by Bernardo Cubria, Paul Salazar Jr, and Brian Nichols
Directed by Brian Sutherin
Edited by Brian Nichols
Sound: Eric Vosmeier
Music:
Danse Macabre – Big Hit 2 Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/