genre: comedy
logline: lil man and his resolve of hunger
synopsis: this is a story of lil man and his natural hunger. taking place at his job at home depot, lil man over come by his rumbling stomach, plots out all the wonderfull things he can eat for his lunch. with the aid of his friend, dollarbill, lil man embarks on a journey to satisfy his hunger which is then held up by his forgetfulness.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
FIRST PLACE
genre: action
logline: a young man determine by his inner strenght goes up againts the odds that arent in his favor to become the first place champ in his first karate tournament.
synopsis: taking place in west L.A. in a junior college basketball gym, a local karate tournament is held. a white belt by the name of marcell, has to overcome his inner fears of intimidation and self-doutfights for the honor of his karate school the killer bee against higer ranking belts.
logline: a young man determine by his inner strenght goes up againts the odds that arent in his favor to become the first place champ in his first karate tournament.
synopsis: taking place in west L.A. in a junior college basketball gym, a local karate tournament is held. a white belt by the name of marcell, has to overcome his inner fears of intimidation and self-doutfights for the honor of his karate school the killer bee against higer ranking belts.
genre: culinary
logline: a young college student embarks on a journey of tastes as he puts his cooking skills to the test.
synopsis: it was supposed to be and oridary meal for college student chris webb. but then something amazing happens... lead by his unforgiving appetite, chris webb is driven to have created the most profound hot wings ever! journey with him as he unveils the mysterious tastes of his hot wings....
logline: a young college student embarks on a journey of tastes as he puts his cooking skills to the test.
synopsis: it was supposed to be and oridary meal for college student chris webb. but then something amazing happens... lead by his unforgiving appetite, chris webb is driven to have created the most profound hot wings ever! journey with him as he unveils the mysterious tastes of his hot wings....
genres....
my most favorite of genres is the action/adventure genre. and as we all are even though some wont admit it im a fan of the romantic genre.
to me, the list is kinda endless.... you have all of the ones that were listed all ready, then you got suspense, my favorite action, then the combination of action/adventure or adventure/ romatic, horror and mystery, slasher and comedy... the list goes on and on.
some sub-genres are mystery, sports, fantasy (another favorite), super natural etc...
Experimental film, or "experimental cinema," is a term that describes a range of filmmaking styles that are generally quite different from, and often opposed to, the practices of mainstream commercial and documentary filmmaking.
auteur theory holds that a director's films reflect that director's personal creative vision, as if they were the primary "auteur" (the French word for "author"). In some cases, film producers are considered to have a similar "auteur" role for films that they have produced.
to me, the list is kinda endless.... you have all of the ones that were listed all ready, then you got suspense, my favorite action, then the combination of action/adventure or adventure/ romatic, horror and mystery, slasher and comedy... the list goes on and on.
some sub-genres are mystery, sports, fantasy (another favorite), super natural etc...
Experimental film, or "experimental cinema," is a term that describes a range of filmmaking styles that are generally quite different from, and often opposed to, the practices of mainstream commercial and documentary filmmaking.
auteur theory holds that a director's films reflect that director's personal creative vision, as if they were the primary "auteur" (the French word for "author"). In some cases, film producers are considered to have a similar "auteur" role for films that they have produced.
Monday, January 28, 2008
experience three....FIRST PLACE!
attention: particapants who are participating in the adult colored division, please report the ring 5. my heart skipped a few beats when i heard the anouncer anounce the division that i was in. hiding the nervousness and intimidation i felt after looking at the other color belts who are all bigger that i was and who looked intimidating, i began to bob up and down as if i were bruce lee, trying to loosin up a bit as think to myself... im just a mere white belt that has been training for almost one year, and i got to fight against all these blue, purple and green belt fighters?! sensie, i really hope im ready for this. this was the first tournament that i have ever been to let alone fought in and i have to fight people who by the color of there belts, have been training a lot longer than myself.
i make it to the ring and wait with butterflies in my stomach, for them to call out my name so i can recieve a ticket that signifies who i will fight. its about 12 of us. out of those twelve, we were split up into 3 groups of 4 by wieght class. seeing this, i let out a sigh of reliefe cuz i thought i had to fight my way through all of them for first place. but because of my teachings, i was ready to do the damn thing. kind of a contridiction huh? anyways... they line us up in single file. no one wanted to be in the front so i took it upon myself to step up. the reffs begin to talk to us about the rules and how we should complie to them. we all agree to the rules. then they split the groups up into different rings to get the matches started. i dont remember much about the first fight that was before me. all i know was that the guy that won was pretty descent. my first match was next. my opponent to my memory was either a purpe or bluse belt. whatever the case, it was higher than mine. he was slightly shorter than me. so i self-conciously i thought to myself that this guy will probabaly be a huge problem because i thought he was faster than me. as i step in the ring as nervousness and timidness leaves immediatley. i cant really describe the feel that came over me. all i can say is that i felt strong, confident, comfortable, calm, focus. i no longer felt those butterflies. in the distance, i can hear my school shout out my name and encouraging me to win. i glance around trying to find my sensei to see if he was watching. there are people every where. crowds and crowds of parents, kids, and fighters. in the distance, the corner of my eye catches and glimpse of my sensie on the other side the old and dimly lit college basket ball gym. i pause for a second. the reff asks me if im ready. i quickly turn to face him and nod my head signifying that im ready. he asks my opponent if he is ready. he also nods. he brings us to the center and goes over the rules one last time and asks us do we both understand and comply to the rules? we both nod our heads yeah. we touch gloves... shake hands and give a friendly hug. FIGHT! that was the last thing i heard. every thing else... the crowds cheers... babies crying.... all of the noise just suddenly drowned out. i was zoned out. to my suprise, my oopponent was not nearly as skilled as i thought. just by lookin at his bounce, i could tell he was a bit sluggish. i look at is arms. they are stiff. and his head is revealed. he is not guarding his head to well. in an instant, i capitalize off of what i said and dash of to hit him with a back nuckle, which is merely me strecthing out my body as if i were about to fall over with my hands stretched out to hit him in his helmet. my hand connects with his head. yes! i got a point! i got my first point. now all i have to get is 4 more to win! we reset back in front of each other. pop! another point! now my adrenaline is rushing. i really feel that i can do this! bam! another point! i dont remember the rest of the match but all i know is that i won and that i had to fight one more time for the 1st place spot.
my final opponent was the guy from earlier that i said had some skill. our match begun. we start of trading and blocking each others kicks and punches. pop! i got him! im now ahead of him by one point. feeling real good, i start to get loose and try some fancy moves. my opponent got me in the corner of the ring and my only way out was doing an ariel kick. bam! i actually landed it. now im up three points! somewhere along the line he got two points. i cant remember how, but all i know is that they gave him one and i felt like the ref cheated me.
anyways..... some how further in the match he was up 4 to my 3 and was mad. they gave away my points that i clearly earned but didnt recieve. so trying to quickly catch up, i rush in for another back nuckle which ended in a clash between both of us attempting the same attack. it was a draw but inbetween that clash he kneed me in the groin. the pain was unbarable but i had to play it off or i woould loose. i began to bob up and down run away from him to buy some time. as i was running away in the match, my sensei pops up out of no where and and began chew me put. i told him that i kneed me in the groin. i looked in his eyes and saw how impatient he was as he responded i dont give a F#@$ you should of had on a cup! now go in there and end that sh%% and stop playin around. after he told me that, i took a deep breath... studied my opponent... lifted my front right and snapped it out and hit him in the head and won the fight 5 to his 4! I WON MY FIRST 1ST PLACE TROPHY!
i make it to the ring and wait with butterflies in my stomach, for them to call out my name so i can recieve a ticket that signifies who i will fight. its about 12 of us. out of those twelve, we were split up into 3 groups of 4 by wieght class. seeing this, i let out a sigh of reliefe cuz i thought i had to fight my way through all of them for first place. but because of my teachings, i was ready to do the damn thing. kind of a contridiction huh? anyways... they line us up in single file. no one wanted to be in the front so i took it upon myself to step up. the reffs begin to talk to us about the rules and how we should complie to them. we all agree to the rules. then they split the groups up into different rings to get the matches started. i dont remember much about the first fight that was before me. all i know was that the guy that won was pretty descent. my first match was next. my opponent to my memory was either a purpe or bluse belt. whatever the case, it was higher than mine. he was slightly shorter than me. so i self-conciously i thought to myself that this guy will probabaly be a huge problem because i thought he was faster than me. as i step in the ring as nervousness and timidness leaves immediatley. i cant really describe the feel that came over me. all i can say is that i felt strong, confident, comfortable, calm, focus. i no longer felt those butterflies. in the distance, i can hear my school shout out my name and encouraging me to win. i glance around trying to find my sensei to see if he was watching. there are people every where. crowds and crowds of parents, kids, and fighters. in the distance, the corner of my eye catches and glimpse of my sensie on the other side the old and dimly lit college basket ball gym. i pause for a second. the reff asks me if im ready. i quickly turn to face him and nod my head signifying that im ready. he asks my opponent if he is ready. he also nods. he brings us to the center and goes over the rules one last time and asks us do we both understand and comply to the rules? we both nod our heads yeah. we touch gloves... shake hands and give a friendly hug. FIGHT! that was the last thing i heard. every thing else... the crowds cheers... babies crying.... all of the noise just suddenly drowned out. i was zoned out. to my suprise, my oopponent was not nearly as skilled as i thought. just by lookin at his bounce, i could tell he was a bit sluggish. i look at is arms. they are stiff. and his head is revealed. he is not guarding his head to well. in an instant, i capitalize off of what i said and dash of to hit him with a back nuckle, which is merely me strecthing out my body as if i were about to fall over with my hands stretched out to hit him in his helmet. my hand connects with his head. yes! i got a point! i got my first point. now all i have to get is 4 more to win! we reset back in front of each other. pop! another point! now my adrenaline is rushing. i really feel that i can do this! bam! another point! i dont remember the rest of the match but all i know is that i won and that i had to fight one more time for the 1st place spot.
my final opponent was the guy from earlier that i said had some skill. our match begun. we start of trading and blocking each others kicks and punches. pop! i got him! im now ahead of him by one point. feeling real good, i start to get loose and try some fancy moves. my opponent got me in the corner of the ring and my only way out was doing an ariel kick. bam! i actually landed it. now im up three points! somewhere along the line he got two points. i cant remember how, but all i know is that they gave him one and i felt like the ref cheated me.
anyways..... some how further in the match he was up 4 to my 3 and was mad. they gave away my points that i clearly earned but didnt recieve. so trying to quickly catch up, i rush in for another back nuckle which ended in a clash between both of us attempting the same attack. it was a draw but inbetween that clash he kneed me in the groin. the pain was unbarable but i had to play it off or i woould loose. i began to bob up and down run away from him to buy some time. as i was running away in the match, my sensei pops up out of no where and and began chew me put. i told him that i kneed me in the groin. i looked in his eyes and saw how impatient he was as he responded i dont give a F#@$ you should of had on a cup! now go in there and end that sh%% and stop playin around. after he told me that, i took a deep breath... studied my opponent... lifted my front right and snapped it out and hit him in the head and won the fight 5 to his 4! I WON MY FIRST 1ST PLACE TROPHY!
experience two....THAT FIE!!!!
MY GOD!!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! that was my thought at the time as i bit into the plumpped and juicy hot wings that i single handedly cooked to ultimate perfection. hmm...hmm...umm!!! so delicious! the meat just falls right off of the bone in to my mouth. i can taste every bit of that just marvelous combination of seasonings and spices as well as the spicy sauce that i made. but just right before i bit into this God given gift of perfection, i inhale the sharp and tangy but spicy aroma of the hot wing, which transmitts a signal to my brain that something is something is causing my nose to tingle a bit. tears began to swell up in the belows of my eyes, not because of the stinging sensation in my nose or in my mouth. oh no... far from that! its just that ive never tasted something so good in my life.... well hot wings anyways...( mom's lasagnia is killa!) i then exhale and begin my work out on the plate full of wings that i have prepared with care and is also blanketed with a nice solid layer of cool ranch which then cancels out the tingly feeling that the spicey suace causes on my tounge. as i chomp down all but one wing, i pick up that last wing and say to it, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.... but it is so sad that you wont be able to stick around any longer...well as a whole wing ahyways. now its time you become one with me! i then without hesitation, devour it in a matter of mere seconds. i then pick up my cold glass of water which i left in the freezer till a nice thin layer of ice appeared over the top part of the water, and quickly rush it into my mouth and down my throat to keep the constant flow of that great tasting water without stopping. i slam the cup down in the center of my plate and say to myself in my southern ghetto slang.... DEM JUNTS WAS SO FIE!!!
experience one.... IDOIT!
taking a lillte breather from this hard, tedious, and stranious work of cleaning these old, cold and dusty orange steel bays of home depot and facing these 30lb. cases of tile so that the isle looks presentabe and pleasing to the eyes of my superiors, i reach into my pocket to pull out my psp to check the time. 2:03 is what it read. returning the scratched up psp back into lent filled pocket, i think to myself "only bout 40 mintues left and im free.... free to satisfy this monstetious appitite of mine!'' time goes my and i help a few customers here and there till that fatefull time....
ahhh.... i cant take it anymore!! i think to myself. unable to wait the whole 40 minutes, i give in to my appitite. the way i feel right now can only be best described by one of my favorite artist Drag-On, line from one of his old songs. this is what he said. " im so hungry, my chest starvin!! which describes how he feels in a certain finacial situation. the streets dont have any work for him basically and he needs money real bad... anyways...i give i to the hunger. but before i clock out, i go and find my dawg or shall i say my big dawg. at a hight of about 5'10'' and weighing in aroung about 300 pounds of coolness, my big dawg charles aka dollarbill. when i find him i ask him if he knew where a wendys was and if yeah, could he tell me. tricking me, he says nope and walks of a couple of steps ahead of me as i stopped dead in my own foot tracts stunned by his answer as my hopes for three delicious chicken crispy sandwhiches &five peices nuggets fades away into the darkness of the furthes reaches of my mind as i hang my head low with my bottom lip sticking out. then out of no where i hear a low chuckle coming from a few steps ahead of me. i glance up to find that dollarbill was laughing at me. then he says to me lil man, you ignant, in that southern hood slang, of course i know where one is. there is one just right down the street. after hearing that, i instantly im filled with that hope that was once lost to the furthest reaches of my mind. and not only did he tell me where it was, he even offered to pay for my meal if i bring him something back. so i take his order bump into my department head and take her order and rushed to the break room to embark on my great journey to feed this raging storm inside of me and calm it down. i burst through heavy wooden break room door into the a desolated breakroom. i quickly. punch in my id number into the old and outdated punch clock that has about four of its rubber numbers missing. burst right through the door again. i take off jogging from the back of the store to the front intrance with a great big smile on my face, which could only be described as the classic cool aid smile.
breaking through the front entrance as if i were held captive and is now breaking free, i began to hunt for my car. i walk to where i usually park my car only to find that it was not there. i began to panic. my heart races... i began to pant rapidly in the cold weather. beads of sweat began to form on my forhead. then i get this heavy feeling in my gut, which then disables all of my movement. all i could do is just stand there ifrozen and blink my eyes and try to figure out why my car isnt where i thought it was supposed to be.... then in a flash it hits me... it hits me soo hard that i instantly become far more than just depressed. and i say to my self....." YOU DUMB ASS....DID YOU FORGET, YOU LET YOUR COUSIN DROP YOU OFF THIS MORNING. AND FOR APROXIMATLY 5 AND A HALF HOUR, YOU SAT HERE AND PLOTTED OUT WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO EAT AND YOU FORGOT TO INCLUDE A VEHICLE IN THE PLOT??? IDIOT!!!!
ahhh.... i cant take it anymore!! i think to myself. unable to wait the whole 40 minutes, i give in to my appitite. the way i feel right now can only be best described by one of my favorite artist Drag-On, line from one of his old songs. this is what he said. " im so hungry, my chest starvin!! which describes how he feels in a certain finacial situation. the streets dont have any work for him basically and he needs money real bad... anyways...i give i to the hunger. but before i clock out, i go and find my dawg or shall i say my big dawg. at a hight of about 5'10'' and weighing in aroung about 300 pounds of coolness, my big dawg charles aka dollarbill. when i find him i ask him if he knew where a wendys was and if yeah, could he tell me. tricking me, he says nope and walks of a couple of steps ahead of me as i stopped dead in my own foot tracts stunned by his answer as my hopes for three delicious chicken crispy sandwhiches &five peices nuggets fades away into the darkness of the furthes reaches of my mind as i hang my head low with my bottom lip sticking out. then out of no where i hear a low chuckle coming from a few steps ahead of me. i glance up to find that dollarbill was laughing at me. then he says to me lil man, you ignant, in that southern hood slang, of course i know where one is. there is one just right down the street. after hearing that, i instantly im filled with that hope that was once lost to the furthest reaches of my mind. and not only did he tell me where it was, he even offered to pay for my meal if i bring him something back. so i take his order bump into my department head and take her order and rushed to the break room to embark on my great journey to feed this raging storm inside of me and calm it down. i burst through heavy wooden break room door into the a desolated breakroom. i quickly. punch in my id number into the old and outdated punch clock that has about four of its rubber numbers missing. burst right through the door again. i take off jogging from the back of the store to the front intrance with a great big smile on my face, which could only be described as the classic cool aid smile.
breaking through the front entrance as if i were held captive and is now breaking free, i began to hunt for my car. i walk to where i usually park my car only to find that it was not there. i began to panic. my heart races... i began to pant rapidly in the cold weather. beads of sweat began to form on my forhead. then i get this heavy feeling in my gut, which then disables all of my movement. all i could do is just stand there ifrozen and blink my eyes and try to figure out why my car isnt where i thought it was supposed to be.... then in a flash it hits me... it hits me soo hard that i instantly become far more than just depressed. and i say to my self....." YOU DUMB ASS....DID YOU FORGET, YOU LET YOUR COUSIN DROP YOU OFF THIS MORNING. AND FOR APROXIMATLY 5 AND A HALF HOUR, YOU SAT HERE AND PLOTTED OUT WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO EAT AND YOU FORGOT TO INCLUDE A VEHICLE IN THE PLOT??? IDIOT!!!!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
places...cali and kenpo....
the only difficulty i had with this assignment was remembering it. there really wasnt a tech. in to what i did nor what i wanted to do. what was planned thought was me to simple tell how karate has made a place in my life and judging from me not having an assignment, its still impacting my life. to give you an over view, i took up kenpo in california, which also made in impact on me. both cali and kenpo, i guess go hand in hand on how it impacted me since ive been in the memphis for the remainder of my pre teen to adult hood life. my experience in cali, taught me a great deal about life. and after surviving out there for 2 years, i feel like i can survive anywhere. with the help of kenpo, i was able to release alot of stress and anxiety held in from the past and also lets me attack my situations in more than just one way and not run from them...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
to think about....
a sense of place... to me, seems to be more on a mental or spiritual thought, ideal, or just a mere dream when i first thought of the definition. something more than just a physical destination...
a person in place... could range from anywhere from a person subject being in submission or to just a person being in his/her own comfort zone. or maybe to some people, destiny, some opposition that has to be attained in ones life...
i feel that people shape places with their ideas or feelings.... their charisma about them. dreams also shape places, living in one environment and moving to another, bringing with you part of your old environment can also shape the ideas of a place....
i believe that our identities are a place in and of themselves because our identities are apart of us that place and our identities go hand and hand to shape us....
a person in place... could range from anywhere from a person subject being in submission or to just a person being in his/her own comfort zone. or maybe to some people, destiny, some opposition that has to be attained in ones life...
i feel that people shape places with their ideas or feelings.... their charisma about them. dreams also shape places, living in one environment and moving to another, bringing with you part of your old environment can also shape the ideas of a place....
i believe that our identities are a place in and of themselves because our identities are apart of us that place and our identities go hand and hand to shape us....
dictionary definition of place....
a. An area with definite or indefinite boundaries; a portion of space.
b. Room or space, especially adequate space:
The particular portion of space occupied by or allocated to a person or thing.
The particular portion of space occupied by or allocated to a person or thing.
b. A building or an area set aside for a specified purpose:
a. A dwelling; a house:
a. A dwelling; a house:
b. A business establishment or office.
c. A locality, such as a town or city:place....
at this moment of time... my first thought is food... im sooo hungry!!!! a void, displacement, somewhere to belong to.
comforting and enjoyable... further in the future. a gathering of friends and family for a good time.
a destination... love.... hate....foood...... and more fooood..... entertainment.....the song "some where i belong" or the song "a place for my head", by linkin park....or the song "wake me up" by evanescence, feat. linkin park
comforting and enjoyable... further in the future. a gathering of friends and family for a good time.
a destination... love.... hate....foood...... and more fooood..... entertainment.....the song "some where i belong" or the song "a place for my head", by linkin park....or the song "wake me up" by evanescence, feat. linkin park
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