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Beautiful Day

Vick and I went to Old Town today to test our cameras while we walked around a neighborhood that isn't the student ghetto. It's funny, I've lived in Albuquerque off and on for seven years and I've only been to Old Town maybe twice, once to see Fast Heart Mart play at the gazebo and once when my mom came to town for Johnny's and my wedding (in 2011; the last of the Navajo wind talkers, about five men, were signing books. The last one passed away last year). There wasn't anything special going on but it was a lot of fun to just wander around and film each other. Have you seen Rome '78? I was thinking it would be cool to do a Western that way here in New Mexico.

After I got home I downloaded the free version of Lightworks; I spent probably six hours messing around with it tonight. I don't understand (so far, at least) why it's supposed to have such a steep learning curve. The tutorials were pretty straight forward, anyway. Unfortunately, my camera saves in .MOV files and Lightworks audio doesn't like that. I was using the video function on my digital still camera, so when I buy one to shoot my movies I'll keep an eye out for something that doesn't use Apple. I'm really looking forward to working on Vick's Lovecraft project and my Stripper project, once I finally get the script done. Meanwhile I'll just keep learning software and technique and collecting equipment.

Ben showed up tonight from his wanderings to wait for a phone to arrive in the mail. I think he hopped off the train yesterday but he only made it up from Belen today. He's talking about settling down to work a regular job so maybe he'll stick around for awhile. He's been on the road for a decade; it would be nice for him to settle down somewhere he has friends.

On top of all that, Jellybean messaged me that she thinks one of my paintings was sold at the Zombie Art Show. Not a bad week.

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