Joe Turner Lin
January 25
Honestly, I'm writing this at 1:58 AM on the 27th, though I did take this photo on the 25th. But both the Friday and Saturday sort of blended together in a depressive, melancholy, procrastinate-y sort of way, so much so that I'm not sure each day deserves its own entry. I suppose I should muddle through as best I can.
This day was strange. I've been falling asleep later and later, and have returned unhappily to a fairly nocturnal cycle: 5:30am to bed, and then fitfully up somewhere between noon and 3. Not the most productive days and nights. Such was the case on this Friday, where I spent the better part of my brainpower on designing the aforementioned "Just Sex" logo (see January 24th) until Mary, Sarah and Lisa came by for dinner. The photo above is just an early draft.
By 10:30pm, when they all left, I was starting to feel exhausted, similar to jetlag... so of course I stayed up until 5:30 trying to read my script and again watching bad television. At the very tail end, I was feeling so morose, and so full of self-pity, that I picked up the copy of Jumper (by Steven Gould) that I'd ordered from Amazon, and started reading.
Quick aside: I'd heard of it years ago on boingboing.net and actually thought about trying to find out who owned the option because it seemed like a perfect film adaptation, and something I'd love to direct. It's a "teen novel" and so I thought it would be a light, fun plotline, but I never got around to reading it. Another 6 or 8 months later, I saw an article in Variety about Jumper in preproduction, directed by Doug Liman. As down as I was about it, I thought, at least the director was a good fit for the story. Then I learned Hayden Christensen was it in. Hmmm. About three weeks ago, seeing that Jumper was finally coming out in theaters, I wanted to read it before Darth Vader got his hacky acting chops all over it and his interpretation got stuck in my brain. Don't get me wrong, I hope he does a stellar job and I'm rooting for him... I just don't have that much confidence. But maybe it was George's fault. Maybe.
Anyway, after about 15 pages, I actually felt better. Either my mood was lifting, or the book was the perfect escape. I went to bed.
Teleportation.
Instantly jumps me to the
Young Adult section.
January 25
Honestly, I'm writing this at 1:58 AM on the 27th, though I did take this photo on the 25th. But both the Friday and Saturday sort of blended together in a depressive, melancholy, procrastinate-y sort of way, so much so that I'm not sure each day deserves its own entry. I suppose I should muddle through as best I can.
This day was strange. I've been falling asleep later and later, and have returned unhappily to a fairly nocturnal cycle: 5:30am to bed, and then fitfully up somewhere between noon and 3. Not the most productive days and nights. Such was the case on this Friday, where I spent the better part of my brainpower on designing the aforementioned "Just Sex" logo (see January 24th) until Mary, Sarah and Lisa came by for dinner. The photo above is just an early draft.
By 10:30pm, when they all left, I was starting to feel exhausted, similar to jetlag... so of course I stayed up until 5:30 trying to read my script and again watching bad television. At the very tail end, I was feeling so morose, and so full of self-pity, that I picked up the copy of Jumper (by Steven Gould) that I'd ordered from Amazon, and started reading.
Quick aside: I'd heard of it years ago on boingboing.net and actually thought about trying to find out who owned the option because it seemed like a perfect film adaptation, and something I'd love to direct. It's a "teen novel" and so I thought it would be a light, fun plotline, but I never got around to reading it. Another 6 or 8 months later, I saw an article in Variety about Jumper in preproduction, directed by Doug Liman. As down as I was about it, I thought, at least the director was a good fit for the story. Then I learned Hayden Christensen was it in. Hmmm. About three weeks ago, seeing that Jumper was finally coming out in theaters, I wanted to read it before Darth Vader got his hacky acting chops all over it and his interpretation got stuck in my brain. Don't get me wrong, I hope he does a stellar job and I'm rooting for him... I just don't have that much confidence. But maybe it was George's fault. Maybe.
Anyway, after about 15 pages, I actually felt better. Either my mood was lifting, or the book was the perfect escape. I went to bed.
Teleportation.
Instantly jumps me to the
Young Adult section.