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Name: John
Country: United States
State: Ohio/Indiana
Birthday: 6/3/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Directing, filming, editing, and putting music to movies; playing guitar and writing songs; theater in every aspect; dominating at video games; cheering people up
Expertise: Working on it...
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AIM:  clickerid4
Member Since:
4/29/2004
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We're over halfway through production on Separation Anxiety, and the last five days will definitely be the most challenging for us, so we need all the help we can get! If you haven't been able to be an extra in Columbus because you're in Toledo, now's your chance!
If you're interested and able, we're looking for extras to serve as airline customers at the Toledo Express Airport from 8:00am-5:00pm Tuesday thru Saturday, Nov. 17-21. PAs are also definitely needed!
PLEASE send an email to glasscityfilms@gmail.com with your full name and contact information (address, email, phone) if you can make it out! We need specific dates, times, and information for airport security reasons. Food and snacks will be provided, along with IMDB credit once the film's out.
Come out and be a part of the biggest Glass City Films production yet!
Cheers,
John Klein
Producer, Separation Anxiety
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| I had meant to have a productive day today. I imagine it will be a moderately productive evening, at least, but for one reason or another, the former didn't happen.
Instead, I felt compelled, as often happens, to revisit a flurry of my old Xanga entries.
All of them, in fact, from 2004-2006.
I started this journal on Thursday, April 29, 2004. The song I was listening to was "The Background" by Third Eye Blind. I was the producer of a local theatre company called Still Waiting Productions, and had just finished beating the Playstation 2 RPG Xenosaga with my roommate Brad. I was dating Ellen - we had just crossed the six-month mark, and she was in London and due to arrive back home in about two weeks. I had no idea I wanted to become a cinematographer; hell, I probably couldn't tell you what a cinematographer even was. And, by peer pressure or just out of the will to keep track of my life somehow, I decided to start a weblog.
What a thing. I haven't counted, but I'd estimate I was a subscriber to almost 150 blogs on the site, a great deal of them started by my Toledo-based friends but some of whom I would discover via searching later. It was a massive network of whatever the hell we wanted it to be. I made announcements about shows, meetings, and times using Xanga because everyone checked it. All the time. At moments, it became one huge venting session, fueled by vague statements and cryptic comments about who said what or who did what at this party or at Open Mic Night. Other times, it was the ultimate unification of what bound us together as friends: theatre, film, art, sympathy for a failed relationship or for a lost friend, hilarious links and random videos, and so on. I kept a film blog and even a blog about a novel I was writing, and later suggested Xanga to one of my professors as a way to keep journal entries for our final productions. I remember becoming friends with certain people simply as a result of our shared connections through Xanga. Hilarious, but honest.
Xanga is definitely a shell of what I remember it being for us. Really, aside from Chad, Sarah, Kelly, Erika, KRoss, and Pineapple, no one else frequents their blogs anymore. I wonder if it's because we grew out of them, or because we found other, better sites to blog with, or because we simply had less drama to dispense. A fair portion of us are engaged, married, or living with significant others. The rest simply grew out of the trivial complaints and gossip that Xanga seemed to foster among our crazy group. To me, in an odd way, it was a symbol of the Five-Year Summer. ("One of us...")
It's amazing how I can track the past five years of my life and the various stages of growth I went through, thanks to this blog. How specific events, even if some of them aren't mentioned directly, resonate throughout certain passages. The opening night performance of The Magician's Nephew. My breakup and falling-out with Ellen. Mark Hannigan's death. Becoming an RA. My realization that I wanted to be a cinematographer. The first two-hour phone conversation I had with Kathleen in LA. The first time I got drunk. The first day of production on Glass City and the subsequent premiere. So many random moments. So many movies I've seen. So many other trivial things that I thought were so...important.
I think I've finally grown out of this. I'm considering buying a Premium account for one month, just so I can archive the past five years...and then I'm going to delete my Xanga account. It's been a long time coming. Maybe I'll start up a blog elsewhere.
Or maybe I'll just be content with Facebook and - God forbid - Twitter.
Thanks, all. Goodnight.
what is past is prologue
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| We wrapped Happily After - unofficially - on Sunday, Sept. 13 at 11:17am.
Two days of pickups await us in October while our lead actress's arm heals from the injury she incurred halfway through the shoot, but despite the best efforts of the universe at large to stop us, this unbelievable cast and crew has prevailed over the past three weeks in ways I never imagined. (On top of it all, Sharina's going to be fine, too. Whew.) Until midway through the last week of shooting, there was still that minor part of me that wondered just how we would accomplish such a thing. I wonder no more. And there isn't a stressed-out bone in my body.
Which is good. Because I'm about to do this whole damn thing again in two months. Separation Anxiety has officially gone into fundraising mode, now that our cast is finalized and the crew is coming together. I'm going down to Columbus next week to location scout with Cole and Mike and to help Cole and Kiana make their big move to Chi-town. Thank the Lord. I think I've been unceremoniously counting down the days in my head until we could finally be in the same city, and now that day has arrived. So pumped.
Now, my life returns to a semblance of normalcy. I've booked about half a dozen freelancing gigs for the next few weeks, and hopefully more will surface in October before Separation Anxiety gets going. I desperately need to make some money, but I'm strangely not worried. I feel as though I've done this all before, and after Happily After I genuinely don't think anything can stand in my way. I feel invincible. What sort of low-budget film survives the scheduling mishaps and medical emergencies ours did?
Glass City Films has made a habit of making the impossible possible. Nothing bodes well more than that. Truly, I stand on the shoulders of giants. This cast and crew was without question the best I've ever worked with. I could not have asked for more. Can lightning strike twice in one year? We shall see.
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| So, I haven't seen it yet, but after hearing the cover of "Don't Stop Believing" performed by the cast of Glee, I think I'm definitely going to have to view the pilot episode before tomorrow's series premiere. It's been on constant repeat on my computer since I first heard it yesterday; how did it take me THAT long to find it?
Four half-days separate us from the end of principal photography on Happily After. I cut together scenes from the ending that we shot yesterday, and it was absolutely spectacular in every way, exceeding even my wildest expectations of what I thought we could achieve. And it's not even remotely close to well-edited yet. This bodes very well, friends. Very well indeed.
In other exciting news, Glass City and Rendezvous are both up for multiple awards at the Naperville Film Festival. Cole's up for Best Director for BOTH films, and Scott and Kiana are nominated as well; Rendezvous also got a Best Short Film nod. The awards show is on Sept. 26, and in what will surely inspire a geekgasm from me, Roger Ebert is one of the honored guests at the show. So excited. If there was anyone I could call my film idol, it's probably him.
One day, we will look back on all this and laugh. I truly can't wait for that day.
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