When life hands you lemons,
get a refund and buy whatever it is that your hearts desire
and your pockets allow.

Yesterday I met with someone with the purpose to learn how to edit. What to look for, what to avoid, and how to link pieces that didn't actually come out in the right sequence. I was very interesting and insightful. I know that each person has his or her own style when it comes down to editing. I am in a process where I want to learn as much possible, go through every thing in my head with patience and self consideration, and then, and only then will I be ready to come to a conclusion, on what my editing style will be. I don't want to have only one perspective. I have accumulated quit a few already and I look forward to getting more. I love the learning process and I am totally aware that I might take another year or more for me to be ready to make my conclusion. I just have to follow the scientific method that was taught to me back in 7th grade. Nice teacher too but that is straying from the topic. Actually I think I am done with this for now.


I have spent the last four or so days getting no more than 4 hours of sleep. It's tough in the mornings, but after over dosing my body with repeated servings of caffeine I am alright. I know that eventually I must sleep, but if I can do something that is productive or fun than just sleep, then you better believe that I am doing it.

I have rediscovered the joy of doing nothing in front of a television with a loved one. It is a totally cool experience. Choosing movies, and criticizing the crap out of them. That is so much fun. Last night the movie was "Raising Victor Vargas".
What the movie was missing was more Spanish. Subtitles. They are a great tool for making any movie that describes another culture. I understand that Dialogue between the young will be in English, but I don't believe that an old Dominican Grandmother that is raising three kids, is going to speak that much English. Come on. I know that it may be more common in a Puerto Rican household, because they have had more generations raised in NY than us, but the plain truth of the matter is that even though they might know how to speak English, no Dominican grand mother will speak that language to their kin. It doesn't happen yet. For the next generations it is probable, but now it's just not realistic in the majority of Dominican families in NY. Now I know that their are parent who speak English in the house, but not grand parents. Hell in my family I would have gotten smacked with the big rice spoon for something like that. And not the spoon from the 99 cent store that bent if you looked at it for too long, no I mean the big, somebody bought it over from Santo Domingo last month, this might be titanium or even atimantium spoon. The one that would make you think that you just stuck a caldero full of rice in one cheek and beat it out of yourself out of sheer stupidity.
Marisol shared my views, and we ripped the American director apart because of it.
The other problem with the grand mother is that even though her accent was correct, her high vocabulary at times didn't match her bad accent and bad enunciation at other times. It just didn't add up.

The Victor character shows a lot of potential, and would have went to higher plains with a better director.

It was pleasant to watch, but being Dominican myself, I got a little upset with the over done cliches. Most were true but some were just done to death. What Dominican grand mother says that she is going to make great Sunday cooking, and shows up with a platter of hamburgers. Come on man. Oh well, at least there wasn't a Dominican Drug dealer being played by a Middle Eastern man who calls himself Peoples Hernandez, being chased by Shaft. How about a film of a Dominican Attorney who goes to Hostos Community College to show her students that Dominicans can have something better than a Taxi and a Bodega. I have a better idea. How about I start complaining about it and start writing about it. I like that one.


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