the shoot for "advent" went fairly well last saturday. didn't run out of any precious film during shooting-- which was great. i really hope that they're going to turn out alright.
apparently there's going to be a super 8 film festival for mpt 105 photo storyboarding students on may 9th. i'm gonna go for it.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Finals
Cannot believe that it's almost been four months already since the beginning of this semester. I guess I was just having too much fun.. haha.. I wish.
I'm drained. physically, mentally. Well.. just played some pretty heated bball games earlier tonight, so maybe not so much physically. Waking up's been getting pretty hard lately though.
As I've mentioned before, we began working on our final projects a couple of weeks ago. I'm pretty scared.
I nailed some concepts for my super 8 short film, montage, and sketching storyboards.. still trying to think of a narrative for my animation project. What's gonna be nerve-wracking about the super 8 final is waiting for a week to get our film back from the processing lab. On top of that-- our class has seen some processed film that came out all black... so that better not happen. Two rolls of 8mm film, each holding only two minutes of total run time-- for a two minute short. I'm gonna make my actors rehearse 50 times before a shot.
As for my edit 1 montage-- I'm hoping to use a track from the hydeout productions 2nd collection album; that'd be great. I'm definitely tripping about my sketching storyboards, cause I simply just can't draw. And to find out recently that those storyboards are gonna be worth 80% of our grade.. just pretty much nullifies any other project I've worked on before week 10.
Not really sure what to say about my animation narrative. I've been finding myself become more and more annoyed with that class. I don't hate it or anything-- it's good. But just like sketching, animation is not my thing. It's interesting how AAU starts off any photography, mpt, fine art (etc) student with two classes that has to be unrelated to our majors. I guess it's kind of neat in a way.. when I see myself enjoying using the nikon fm10's, kinoflex cameras, and final cut pro software over photoshop, after effects, and a pencil-- it definitely confirms that I should be an MPT student.
alright.
I'm drained. physically, mentally. Well.. just played some pretty heated bball games earlier tonight, so maybe not so much physically. Waking up's been getting pretty hard lately though.
As I've mentioned before, we began working on our final projects a couple of weeks ago. I'm pretty scared.
I nailed some concepts for my super 8 short film, montage, and sketching storyboards.. still trying to think of a narrative for my animation project. What's gonna be nerve-wracking about the super 8 final is waiting for a week to get our film back from the processing lab. On top of that-- our class has seen some processed film that came out all black... so that better not happen. Two rolls of 8mm film, each holding only two minutes of total run time-- for a two minute short. I'm gonna make my actors rehearse 50 times before a shot.
As for my edit 1 montage-- I'm hoping to use a track from the hydeout productions 2nd collection album; that'd be great. I'm definitely tripping about my sketching storyboards, cause I simply just can't draw. And to find out recently that those storyboards are gonna be worth 80% of our grade.. just pretty much nullifies any other project I've worked on before week 10.
Not really sure what to say about my animation narrative. I've been finding myself become more and more annoyed with that class. I don't hate it or anything-- it's good. But just like sketching, animation is not my thing. It's interesting how AAU starts off any photography, mpt, fine art (etc) student with two classes that has to be unrelated to our majors. I guess it's kind of neat in a way.. when I see myself enjoying using the nikon fm10's, kinoflex cameras, and final cut pro software over photoshop, after effects, and a pencil-- it definitely confirms that I should be an MPT student.
alright.
Monday, April 14, 2008
where i'm suppose to be?
during my visit to ncbc today, i kept on asking God if there was any way for me to come back.
i keep looking back to a specific time which i can never forget about. during the last night of the "resonate" winter retreat in 2005, i remember sitting somewhere in the back of service, observing the crowd of students in front of me. we were in a session of prayer. i sat there thinking about many things-- my relationship with God, the given message that night.
the message was powerful, and overwhelmingly truthful to my ears and heart. as i continued to observe the students sitting, kneeling, standing, in front of me, my eyes became glued on every student in that room.
i genuinely felt lost after graduating high school. i knew to the eyes of many, that i was looked upon as a student without any real ambition to succeed. no matter how many friends and family liked to look at it in a more positive manner, i knew that my image was still stained with failure. i did feel ashamed, and beat down-- and i didn't know how to explain the fact that i didn't choose to fail. why would i make the choice to fail?
i stared upon every student in that room, and i didn't want to respond to God. i honestly couldn't believe what was going through my mind while sitting there. and that's when i completely broke apart.
how do i describe a calling? i wish i could say that it felt like a beam of warm sunlight shining down onto my face. i knew that i didn't want to respond to God, because i felt immense pain as i tried standing up for myself. i said no, because i wanted something else-- i did want the "success" of whatever a college student needed to achieve, and all the fun on top of it. heh.. and i certainly did not want to re-live high school.
i did not know any of the students.. i didn't know any of their faces or names.. yet i was able to identify with all of them. i think that was the reason why i couldn't lay my eyes off of any person in that room.. and i think that's what propelled me to accept what God wanted me to do.
three years later-- i find a passion to pursue a film career, and i'm brought to an art school in san francisco. so far, it's been an extraordinary experience. it's what the experience becomes when i'm given this privilege and freedom to learn what i want to learn.
during those three years at ncbc, i know that i was still looked upon as a person of no success. but, i no longer felt ashamed of myself, nor beat down. i wish i could tell any person how overwhelming the experience was to serve in the youth ministry. and i wish i could explain that it wasn't just about hanging out with the kids. i want to say that it was all good, but it was an experience that was far from perfect. it was during those times when i fell the hardest, but kept getting back up. that was what i lived for, and that's what i learned to keep living for.
i thank God for giving me the opportunity to know every stranger in that youth group. it was the strangest thing to eventually find myself unattachable to the body of ncbc ym.
i've been asking Him lately.. did i abandon my desire to serve my generation?
i have the ambition to pursue art, but my truest desires lie in serving those students. i understand why God has kept me at ncbc, but i'm confused about why i had to move on from that.
everytime i visit ncbc, it's a great feeling to be welcomed back (as a visitor), but that's something i never wanted. i want to continue to know how those students are living their lives, and i want to be a helping hand to their growth.
am i serving two masters right now? as much as i love this fresh learning experience, i feel like i've lost a good thing. is this suppose to be some kind of balance in my life?
i don't have any real conclusion to this post. i can only say that i'm continuing to search for clearer discernment. in the meantime, i'm doing my best to keep my relationship strong. it's truly been difficult at times to find time for God. since i'm now finding another pathway in serving, i'm taking on the challenge in spreading the good news through my art.
i keep looking back to a specific time which i can never forget about. during the last night of the "resonate" winter retreat in 2005, i remember sitting somewhere in the back of service, observing the crowd of students in front of me. we were in a session of prayer. i sat there thinking about many things-- my relationship with God, the given message that night.
the message was powerful, and overwhelmingly truthful to my ears and heart. as i continued to observe the students sitting, kneeling, standing, in front of me, my eyes became glued on every student in that room.
i genuinely felt lost after graduating high school. i knew to the eyes of many, that i was looked upon as a student without any real ambition to succeed. no matter how many friends and family liked to look at it in a more positive manner, i knew that my image was still stained with failure. i did feel ashamed, and beat down-- and i didn't know how to explain the fact that i didn't choose to fail. why would i make the choice to fail?
i stared upon every student in that room, and i didn't want to respond to God. i honestly couldn't believe what was going through my mind while sitting there. and that's when i completely broke apart.
how do i describe a calling? i wish i could say that it felt like a beam of warm sunlight shining down onto my face. i knew that i didn't want to respond to God, because i felt immense pain as i tried standing up for myself. i said no, because i wanted something else-- i did want the "success" of whatever a college student needed to achieve, and all the fun on top of it. heh.. and i certainly did not want to re-live high school.
i did not know any of the students.. i didn't know any of their faces or names.. yet i was able to identify with all of them. i think that was the reason why i couldn't lay my eyes off of any person in that room.. and i think that's what propelled me to accept what God wanted me to do.
three years later-- i find a passion to pursue a film career, and i'm brought to an art school in san francisco. so far, it's been an extraordinary experience. it's what the experience becomes when i'm given this privilege and freedom to learn what i want to learn.
during those three years at ncbc, i know that i was still looked upon as a person of no success. but, i no longer felt ashamed of myself, nor beat down. i wish i could tell any person how overwhelming the experience was to serve in the youth ministry. and i wish i could explain that it wasn't just about hanging out with the kids. i want to say that it was all good, but it was an experience that was far from perfect. it was during those times when i fell the hardest, but kept getting back up. that was what i lived for, and that's what i learned to keep living for.
i thank God for giving me the opportunity to know every stranger in that youth group. it was the strangest thing to eventually find myself unattachable to the body of ncbc ym.
i've been asking Him lately.. did i abandon my desire to serve my generation?
i have the ambition to pursue art, but my truest desires lie in serving those students. i understand why God has kept me at ncbc, but i'm confused about why i had to move on from that.
everytime i visit ncbc, it's a great feeling to be welcomed back (as a visitor), but that's something i never wanted. i want to continue to know how those students are living their lives, and i want to be a helping hand to their growth.
am i serving two masters right now? as much as i love this fresh learning experience, i feel like i've lost a good thing. is this suppose to be some kind of balance in my life?
i don't have any real conclusion to this post. i can only say that i'm continuing to search for clearer discernment. in the meantime, i'm doing my best to keep my relationship strong. it's truly been difficult at times to find time for God. since i'm now finding another pathway in serving, i'm taking on the challenge in spreading the good news through my art.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
timeless
where have my weekends gone?
there hasn't been any beginnings or ends to my weeks. it doesn't matter anymore if it's a monday or a friday-- it's just another day to get something else done. i hope this isn't considered unhealthy.
the only place where time does come to a still is when i'm with my small group (or "fight club) on fridays. since my phone doesn't have an internal clock, and is only able to tell time with sprint service reception bars, time is literally stripped away from me whenever i'm sitting in that basement. it's nice--
we do get caught up in our busy lives, and tend to forget other priorities-- which can scarily become completely unnoticeable at one point. we lose that balance.
do i open up the word as much as i look at my planner?
there hasn't been any beginnings or ends to my weeks. it doesn't matter anymore if it's a monday or a friday-- it's just another day to get something else done. i hope this isn't considered unhealthy.
the only place where time does come to a still is when i'm with my small group (or "fight club) on fridays. since my phone doesn't have an internal clock, and is only able to tell time with sprint service reception bars, time is literally stripped away from me whenever i'm sitting in that basement. it's nice--
we do get caught up in our busy lives, and tend to forget other priorities-- which can scarily become completely unnoticeable at one point. we lose that balance.
do i open up the word as much as i look at my planner?
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
John 14:5-6
Thomas said to him, "Lord, we don't know where you are going, so how can we know the way?"
Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
none for sam o'steen?
before the break:
while we were watching the opening sequence to the graduate in my editing 1 class, some of us noticed an edit that looked a little out of place in the scene. i wasn't for sure if the cut was done intentionally, or whether it was just the vhs tape. if the cut was intentional, it was forgivable considering the rhythmic pacing of the scene. the cut was also unnoticeable to the majority of the class, which might have been what the editor was purposely trying to accomplish, and get away with.
after viewing it, we went into brief discussion about the opening sequence. a student sitting a few seats behind me pointed out the same edit that looked out of place. as we rewinded the tape and looked at it again, the student blurted out something along the lines of: "oh wow, that was a horrible edit! even i can do better than that, and i'm only a beginning film student!"
i wanted to throw something at him
while we were watching the opening sequence to the graduate in my editing 1 class, some of us noticed an edit that looked a little out of place in the scene. i wasn't for sure if the cut was done intentionally, or whether it was just the vhs tape. if the cut was intentional, it was forgivable considering the rhythmic pacing of the scene. the cut was also unnoticeable to the majority of the class, which might have been what the editor was purposely trying to accomplish, and get away with.
after viewing it, we went into brief discussion about the opening sequence. a student sitting a few seats behind me pointed out the same edit that looked out of place. as we rewinded the tape and looked at it again, the student blurted out something along the lines of: "oh wow, that was a horrible edit! even i can do better than that, and i'm only a beginning film student!"
i wanted to throw something at him
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