Monday, November 26, 2018
Fargo
The movie that I chose was Fargo. This movie was genuinely spectacular, and I am surprised that I hadn’t seen it before this assignment. The general mood of the film was very eerie and dark with the whole movie being about a planned kidnapping gone wrong leading to multiple murders. the director did an amazing job with the setting of the film, and being able to film on days that were extra grey and dreary. I seemed to get colder just watching this movie even though I was in South Florida due to the snow and cold that was readily apparent throughout the film. While it wasn’t a camera specific piece to the film, I think the accents and manners of the characters that were native to the area in the film (which doesn’t include the henchmen) really contrasted the severity of what was going on. All over the place people are being kidnapped and murdered, but the use of language and accents seemed to soften the blood and gore. A perfect example of this would be when Marge comes across one of the murderers putting his accomplice through a wood chipper and hysterically points to the badge on her winter hat as if he wasn’t aware she was a police officer. Another moment would be when Marge and her partner come across the murder scene and are then leaving discussing the license plate and she criticizes his police work ever so politely. That scene was filled with intensity, but the characters voices left me wanting to smile at dead bodies, I thought that sort of interplay throughout the movie was fantastic. The opening shot of the film includes a long shot of a low visibility snow covered road, and the Sierra that at the time is being driven by Jerry comes into view driving towards the camera. At the end of the movie, an almost identical landscape is used, and the shot is framed the same, but this time it is police cars and ambulances that make their way down the snowy road. Another shot that I enjoyed was the overhead shot of the snow covered parking lot where Jerry is parked after meeting with his father-in-law and the other investor. You can see the architecture of the parking lot with multiple potted plants marking what you can assume is medians within the lot, but everything is so covered in snow that none of the individual spaces or roadways are visible. Snow is everywhere in this movie, and it really translates the harsh reality of winter. Any shot that includes Marge and Norm’s bed was I thought important to the film. When they’re first showed, Marge is receiving the call early in the morning about the murder on the road, and Norm insists on making her breakfast before she heads out, it also is present when Marge’s old friend, Mike, calls her and invites her to dinner, and when the bedroom reappears, Marge has just returned from solving the case, and Norm lets her know about how he got his imagery on the 3 cent stamp which she is proud of him for.
Ever since he insisted on fixing her eggs, I became a big Norm fan, and when she finally cuddles up next to him after ditching the weird crying guy I found myself smiling and excited for Norm and their future together. The movie appeared to use a lot of medium shots that switched between characters during dialogue, and there didn’t seem to be many extreme close ups. I prefer cameras allowing more into the frame because as the viewer, it gives me more things to consider in a scene and allows the director the ability to slip more small nuances into the film.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Final Video Proposal
Final Video Project Proposal
Nolan Callahan
My own obsession with blowing glass can probably be traced back into my childhood, but mainly began in high school. I was 16 years old, watching Netflix with friends, and came across the documentary “Degenerate Art”. The year was 2011, and after having my entire world opened up to the possibilities of flame worked glass, it was obvious that I had to try this. Around the same time, I began to become more intensively involved with lacrosse, and the subsequent spring season, and summer recruiting circuit garnered much of my attention. I spent long hours traveling between recruiting events, summer tournaments, and college visits, and much of my time was spent looking at Instagram. My feed was filled with glassmakers, and I stared at their work for hours on end, wondering how it was possible to manipulate glass into such beautiful forms. The first glass I found myself looking at was glass pipes. The form was beautiful, the function was illegal, and the entire energy and community surrounding glass pipes was compelling. From Grateful dead parking lots to some of the finest galleries and exhibits in the world, glass pipes has certainly elevated lamp working as a whole, and the impact that the pipe movement has had on glass art will endure. About 5 years after watching Degenerate Art, I finally found myself behind the torch. The first day was one of the most intimidating things I have ever done in my life. I had never experienced heat like that in my life, and in the first few hours, I thought that there was no way I could ever do something like this. After i settled in, i managed to be on the torch for a solid 8 hours and created my first objects out of glass, a small glass cane and a tiny marble that still resides in my grandmother’s collection. I was officially hooked. At the end of that summer I found myself at Rutger’s University, and tried to seek out the scientific glassblower featured in the Science Department directory. I made my way to the tiny shop in the basement of the old biology building on Busch, and after about 5 or so attempts where I found the door locked and no one there, I finally turned the corner to see a huge flame coming off of a torch mounted to a lathe spinning endlessly. This lathe was operated by a stout dreadlocked man, and I met him with “Dreadlocks? I must be in the right place!” He laughed and introduced himself as Jake Moskowitz, and after six hours of getting to sit there and watch him make some delicate scientific repairs we made arrangements for me to head up to his shop in Roselle Park. That was a bit over two years ago now, and we have grown into close friends. Our relationship of master/apprentice has become blurred more into brotherly love. Jake has given me every resource and opportunity to realize my ideas in glass, and his experience has helped guide me through the ever frustrating process. Prior to meeting Jake, I wanted to be a pipe maker just like the ones I had seen in “Degenerate Art” and on Instagram, but Jake quickly shook that idea out of my head by exposing me to the larger world of glass as a material industrially, artistically, scientifically, and beyond. Glass truly is one of the most amazing materials in the world, and it has given me life. Glass supplies me both a purpose, and a vibrant artistic community to be a contributor to. It allows me to attack pretty much any project my mind can conjure up, and only rewards patience, practice, and humility. The finest glass pieces I’ve made come from a place of my purest intentions, when I can let go of all else that could’ve been bothering me in that moment and find another level of focus where it is just me and the glass. This is a video on glass, and my process, but it really is a video about my life. Where I draw inspiration from, my approach to making an item, and the fragility of the medium are all in themselves ways for me to communicate my thoughts and feelings about my own life. Glass has given me life, and I no longer could imagine a life without it.
Nolan Callahan
My own obsession with blowing glass can probably be traced back into my childhood, but mainly began in high school. I was 16 years old, watching Netflix with friends, and came across the documentary “Degenerate Art”. The year was 2011, and after having my entire world opened up to the possibilities of flame worked glass, it was obvious that I had to try this. Around the same time, I began to become more intensively involved with lacrosse, and the subsequent spring season, and summer recruiting circuit garnered much of my attention. I spent long hours traveling between recruiting events, summer tournaments, and college visits, and much of my time was spent looking at Instagram. My feed was filled with glassmakers, and I stared at their work for hours on end, wondering how it was possible to manipulate glass into such beautiful forms. The first glass I found myself looking at was glass pipes. The form was beautiful, the function was illegal, and the entire energy and community surrounding glass pipes was compelling. From Grateful dead parking lots to some of the finest galleries and exhibits in the world, glass pipes has certainly elevated lamp working as a whole, and the impact that the pipe movement has had on glass art will endure. About 5 years after watching Degenerate Art, I finally found myself behind the torch. The first day was one of the most intimidating things I have ever done in my life. I had never experienced heat like that in my life, and in the first few hours, I thought that there was no way I could ever do something like this. After i settled in, i managed to be on the torch for a solid 8 hours and created my first objects out of glass, a small glass cane and a tiny marble that still resides in my grandmother’s collection. I was officially hooked. At the end of that summer I found myself at Rutger’s University, and tried to seek out the scientific glassblower featured in the Science Department directory. I made my way to the tiny shop in the basement of the old biology building on Busch, and after about 5 or so attempts where I found the door locked and no one there, I finally turned the corner to see a huge flame coming off of a torch mounted to a lathe spinning endlessly. This lathe was operated by a stout dreadlocked man, and I met him with “Dreadlocks? I must be in the right place!” He laughed and introduced himself as Jake Moskowitz, and after six hours of getting to sit there and watch him make some delicate scientific repairs we made arrangements for me to head up to his shop in Roselle Park. That was a bit over two years ago now, and we have grown into close friends. Our relationship of master/apprentice has become blurred more into brotherly love. Jake has given me every resource and opportunity to realize my ideas in glass, and his experience has helped guide me through the ever frustrating process. Prior to meeting Jake, I wanted to be a pipe maker just like the ones I had seen in “Degenerate Art” and on Instagram, but Jake quickly shook that idea out of my head by exposing me to the larger world of glass as a material industrially, artistically, scientifically, and beyond. Glass truly is one of the most amazing materials in the world, and it has given me life. Glass supplies me both a purpose, and a vibrant artistic community to be a contributor to. It allows me to attack pretty much any project my mind can conjure up, and only rewards patience, practice, and humility. The finest glass pieces I’ve made come from a place of my purest intentions, when I can let go of all else that could’ve been bothering me in that moment and find another level of focus where it is just me and the glass. This is a video on glass, and my process, but it really is a video about my life. Where I draw inspiration from, my approach to making an item, and the fragility of the medium are all in themselves ways for me to communicate my thoughts and feelings about my own life. Glass has given me life, and I no longer could imagine a life without it.
Friday, November 9, 2018
1st Video Outline
Below is my first rendition of a plan for my video project. Upon meeting with Aimee in conferences, the direction of the video has changed to encompass more of my own personal path through glass, as well as my process with a hope that I can create parallels to my own life outside of glassmaking.
Nolan Callahan
Video Project Proposal
Aimee Labrie
Video Title: “Headies”, “Heady”
Theme/ Concept: The Art and Culture of Glass Pipes
Genre: Nonfiction Documentary
Synopsis: This film is a tribute to the documentary film “Degenerate Art” that was made by Marble Slinger. Slinger is a veteran glass pipe maker who has been one of the most public voices of the movement being involved in the borosilicate glass scene around its beginnings in the late 90’s in the parking lots of Phish shows. With his work both making glass, and making “Degenerate Art” Slinger and many of his close friends and fellow glassblowers featured in the film have paved the way for the next generation of glass pipemakers. They also helped to create an enormous community that is immersed in their artwork bringing a newfound level of acceptance of the formerly illicit activity of making glass pipes. As universal opinions on cannabis have evolved as more and more states have begun to vote in new laws, these glass artists have begun to reach a new level of cultural significance. The pipes in this film were what originally inspired me to want tot blow glass for the first time. Discovering glass opened me up to endless creative expression, and allowed me to truly find myself. This video would be of the process of creating collaborative glass pipe between myself, my close friend Dimitrious Patakos, and my close friend Jacob Moskowitz. Immediately upon meeting Jake we struck up a serious friendship around our love of glass. Jake opened up his shop to me and allowed me to freely explore the medium that had captured my imagination for years ever since first seeing Degenerate Art. His depth of knowledge in glass having completed his BFA in glass at Cleveland Institute of Art and also serving as the head scientific glassblower for Rutgers University allowed me to be exposed to every corner of the glass universe. Through the time we have known each other, we have rarely worked together in an intensely organized process like what this project would require. We have developed multiple business more recently, and those have captured much of Jake’s time and attention along with school taking up much of mine. We both bonded over our love of glass pipes, and this creation will be an ode to our friendship as well as a toast to our newest ventures together as the shop makes its way to becoming the public access teaching facility we have been working everyday to create. We will soon be able to teach even more people about our love of glass. Dimitri is one of the strongest people I know. He has come through incredible hardship to reach where he is today. He recently opened up his own glass gallery in downtown New Brunswick that features much of his own work, but also some of my own. At only 22, Dimitri is an incredible artist that makes intricate designs and incredible sculptures seemingly just fall out of his hands. All of our styles and abilities will be able to feed off of one another as we assemble our vision. One of the most iconic scenes of Degenerate Art takes place at the mountain studio of Matthew Stroven, known popularly by his pseudonym Banjo. Banjo, along with a number of other artists assemble an incredible piece that required insane technical ability. A glassblowing legend, Robert Mickelsen, who at the time of the filming specialized in goblets and fine art, visited the mountain studio to witness the piece being made, and heralded the ability of the young artists but in the same questioned the point of having to make it into a pipe. Currently, Robert Mickelsen almost exclusively makes pipes, and his own transition from staunchly anti-pipe to pipe maker is really the whole representation of cannabis’s ability to permeate American consciousness since around 2011. Things have moved extremely quickly around normalization and cannabis culture has been pulled in every which often for financial gain. It is important to highlight a craft movement that features some of the original cannabis activists and entrepreneurs. The glass pipe movement is here to stay, and this video will be both a the documentation of the creation of a glass pipe as well as accompanying interviews with the artists creating it to serve as narration and cut scenes in a very similar style to Degenerate Art. I am even debating filming this on a lower quality camera like a JVC to capture a bit more underground feel as the East Coast is the final frontier for cannabis legalization and normalization. It still isn’t fully accepted here, but the scene is full of enthusiastic, driven artists that are chomping at the bit to make their next heady. This video is a short glimpse into the life of 3 of said artists.
Nolan Callahan
Video Project Proposal
Aimee Labrie
Video Title: “Headies”, “Heady”
Theme/ Concept: The Art and Culture of Glass Pipes
Genre: Nonfiction Documentary
Synopsis: This film is a tribute to the documentary film “Degenerate Art” that was made by Marble Slinger. Slinger is a veteran glass pipe maker who has been one of the most public voices of the movement being involved in the borosilicate glass scene around its beginnings in the late 90’s in the parking lots of Phish shows. With his work both making glass, and making “Degenerate Art” Slinger and many of his close friends and fellow glassblowers featured in the film have paved the way for the next generation of glass pipemakers. They also helped to create an enormous community that is immersed in their artwork bringing a newfound level of acceptance of the formerly illicit activity of making glass pipes. As universal opinions on cannabis have evolved as more and more states have begun to vote in new laws, these glass artists have begun to reach a new level of cultural significance. The pipes in this film were what originally inspired me to want tot blow glass for the first time. Discovering glass opened me up to endless creative expression, and allowed me to truly find myself. This video would be of the process of creating collaborative glass pipe between myself, my close friend Dimitrious Patakos, and my close friend Jacob Moskowitz. Immediately upon meeting Jake we struck up a serious friendship around our love of glass. Jake opened up his shop to me and allowed me to freely explore the medium that had captured my imagination for years ever since first seeing Degenerate Art. His depth of knowledge in glass having completed his BFA in glass at Cleveland Institute of Art and also serving as the head scientific glassblower for Rutgers University allowed me to be exposed to every corner of the glass universe. Through the time we have known each other, we have rarely worked together in an intensely organized process like what this project would require. We have developed multiple business more recently, and those have captured much of Jake’s time and attention along with school taking up much of mine. We both bonded over our love of glass pipes, and this creation will be an ode to our friendship as well as a toast to our newest ventures together as the shop makes its way to becoming the public access teaching facility we have been working everyday to create. We will soon be able to teach even more people about our love of glass. Dimitri is one of the strongest people I know. He has come through incredible hardship to reach where he is today. He recently opened up his own glass gallery in downtown New Brunswick that features much of his own work, but also some of my own. At only 22, Dimitri is an incredible artist that makes intricate designs and incredible sculptures seemingly just fall out of his hands. All of our styles and abilities will be able to feed off of one another as we assemble our vision. One of the most iconic scenes of Degenerate Art takes place at the mountain studio of Matthew Stroven, known popularly by his pseudonym Banjo. Banjo, along with a number of other artists assemble an incredible piece that required insane technical ability. A glassblowing legend, Robert Mickelsen, who at the time of the filming specialized in goblets and fine art, visited the mountain studio to witness the piece being made, and heralded the ability of the young artists but in the same questioned the point of having to make it into a pipe. Currently, Robert Mickelsen almost exclusively makes pipes, and his own transition from staunchly anti-pipe to pipe maker is really the whole representation of cannabis’s ability to permeate American consciousness since around 2011. Things have moved extremely quickly around normalization and cannabis culture has been pulled in every which often for financial gain. It is important to highlight a craft movement that features some of the original cannabis activists and entrepreneurs. The glass pipe movement is here to stay, and this video will be both a the documentation of the creation of a glass pipe as well as accompanying interviews with the artists creating it to serve as narration and cut scenes in a very similar style to Degenerate Art. I am even debating filming this on a lower quality camera like a JVC to capture a bit more underground feel as the East Coast is the final frontier for cannabis legalization and normalization. It still isn’t fully accepted here, but the scene is full of enthusiastic, driven artists that are chomping at the bit to make their next heady. This video is a short glimpse into the life of 3 of said artists.
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Cesare Toffolo
I am obsessed with Cesare Toffolo. Cesare is a master Venetian lamp worker and is generally considered to be the best at the craft in the entire world. Cesare was born and raised on the famous island of Murano, and can trace back glassmaking in his family lineage to the Italian renaissance days. He is widely known for his classical venetian forms which are mainly adopted from the furnace tradition of glassmaking, as well as his acute attention to detail. He is truly a wondrous artist to be able to cohabitate this planet with, and his work inspires me daily. He has just recently taken to Instagram to begin posting some videos of his process, and it is absolutely epic. Much of the digital content that existed from Cesare prior to a few months ago were various demonstration videos of him creating extremely complex vessels at various glass events. His style of working is completely mesmerizing, and his experience with the medium shines through as he makes every move with complete precision from start to finish with every piece he makes. Venetian glassmaking tradition was largely shrouded in secrecy for many centuries, and giving out information on technique was punishable by death for a long time. Venetian artists within the last 50 or so years have begun to break with this tradition and open their doors more to glassmakers from around the world to be able to share, collaborate, and teach. Cesare was at the forefront of teaching Venetian techniques to people outside of Murano and has an extensive resume of educating glassmakers, and demonstrating publicly around the world. He is a true shining light in the glass community and is revered by many. This past year he arranged the Glass Art Society conference to be held in Murano which drew some of the best glassmakers from around the planet to the tiny island to be able to develop a renewed appreciation for the place many of us in the community revere. He arranged numerous demonstrations from local Murano legends, and even performed a demonstration of a classical Veronase vase himself. While I was only able to view this conference through various people’s Instagrams and Youtube pages, the energy surrounding the event was extremely powerful, and Cesare was at the center of it all. Cesare’s commitment to form and tradition are incredibly admirable and he continues to refine his process and aesthetic with every piece that he makes. He is one of the biggest inspirations in my life today, and I hope to one day be able to travel to Murano to participate in his Apprenticeship program, and hopefully be able to take some intensive classes with him when he visits the states. Cesare’s work will live on long beyond him, and will be held closely by museums, galleries, and his many collectors as he is truly one of the greatest craftsmen of our time, and possibly one of the greatest the world has ever known. Thank you Cesare for inspiring so many.
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
Podcast Assignment
The most important thing about this project was definitely how amazing of a partner Shreya was. We collaborated well in class and then in a separate meeting to sure up our script, and she was super open and enthusiastic throughout that entire process. We decided to record our lines separately and then she went ahead and cut them all together with sound effects and I was really happy with how it all came out in the end. Shreya absolutely knocked it out of the park on this project and she absolutely carried the team. I wish I had taken it upon myself to cast other actors to be able to perform some of the other voices. I really have no good excuse as to why I didn't do this as I was convinced that I had done a good job of changing up my accents, but in some cases I blended them too much and they were too similar. This project was really interesting and definitely a lot of fun, and I've even thought about possibly doing some sort of fictional podcast like this going forward. I thoroughly enjoyed this assignment, and while my acting skills were subpar, Shreya really did an amazing job chopping up this entire episode and getting it together while also casting other actors in her scenes. She gets the Emmy or whichever award goes to fictional podcasts, I get a C at best. With all that said, I did enjoy the content of this assignment and am continuing to think of ways I can do something like this going forward. I really didn't know that fictional or even theatrical podcasts were a thing before we were introduced to Homecoming, and I am curious to learn more. Podcasts in general are emerging as an exciting new form of communication and information, and I frequently listen to a whole variety of them almost daily. I have often thought about what kind of podcast I would do if I were to do one, and I think that's a question a lot of people are beginning to ask themselves now more than ever. Everyone has something unique about themselves that they can probably talk about for an hour or so, but I really feel like this genre of podcasts being fictional really opens up even more doors to creativity. There are no rules, and the only limits are sounds which really gives the producer a ton of freedom to take it in whatever direction they want. A lot of podcasts also rely on guests to draw attention and listeners, and I feel like a podcast in this genre could gain a bit more organic of a following with the focus being solely on the content rather than the guest and possible headlines that could come out of a loose conversation. This class continues to open me up to new avenues of creative expression and that's about all I can ask for in this stage of my life. I'm enjoying it all.
Sunday, October 14, 2018
Character Sketch
Robert O'Brien
LAPD Narcotics Officer
Born: January 7th, 1980 New York City, NY
Robert is a 38 year old LAPD Narcotics officer. At the fresh age of 21, He graduated from the police academy towards the top of his class with a squeaky clean record, and tons of promise. As a child, Robert did well in school, and frequented the honor roll list throughout his schooling. He graduated early from John Jay with a degree in criminal justice. It was not always so great for Robert. The only son to Melissa O'Brien, Robert grew up without a father figure in his life, and his mother was an alcoholic who died his sophomore year of college. She was on permanent disability due to a car accident that killed his father when he was 5, and her subsequent substance abuse directly stemmed from this event. His entire life, Robert lived in a studio apartment in New York City, sharing the space with his mother, and whichever men she found herself attached to at the time. Often picked on at school, Robert's escape was his imagination and playing cops and robbers with the few neighborhood kids he was close with. Robert knew his entire life he wanted to be a police officer as he frequently saw drugs and violence pull at the fabric of his NYC neighborhood. As Robert grew older though, his few close friends began to succumb to the allure of fast money and lives of crime, and Robert found himself often justifying their actions in his own subconscious, the beginning of his desensitization to the underground. Upon graduating from college, Robert decided he had had enough of the city and stepped on a plane for the first time with a one way ticket to Los Angeles. He had accepted a job with the LAPD in their Narcotics Task Force, and was excited to set out on this new journey. The first year on the force found Robert in the thick of the action with the LA drug trade, doing raids, using undercovers, and even involved in his first gunfight. Robert's service was exceptional, and he began to attract the attention of his superiors as a possible candidate for promotion. At home, Robert was a far different person than at work. The cross country move left him in a foreign place with hardly any connections outside of his job, and the intensity of his work had begun to both excite and frustrate him. Robert began to get drinks with other members of the task force, and would often justify alcohol as a release from an exhausting work day. As Robert became close with the other young members of his unit, he was eventually let in to the illegal dealings of their operation. Members of the LAPD narcotics unit were facilitating the importation of mass amounts of drugs in collaboration with the Mexican cartel. While Robert's unit was often assigned to predominantly African-American neighborhoods, the cartel had capitalized on this and recruited members of the force around him to facilitate these large traffickings. Confused and with hundreds of thousands of dollars on the line, Robert is slow to participate with his coworkers, but for fear of his own life does nothing to turn them in. As years go by and Robert begins to climb the ranks through the task force, he becomes less afraid of these illegal dealings and begins to facilitate more. He remains secretive and deflective of his work, but begins to love the thrill it brings him. He meets our female later in these dealings, and they become extremely close. Robert does not immediately let her in on everything that is going on, but eventually spills the beans. This causes a riff between them, but she is still loyal. She then is promoted to an FBI position where she eventually gets rumblings of LAPD narcotics officers involved in the illegal drug trade. Robert's mental health progressively worsens during his time on the force, and once the FBI becomes involved, he really struggles to keep it together. Robert is in a constant battle between good and evil both in his work and in his own head. He struggles to look in the mirror, and whether or not he has backed himself into a corner completely with no way out can only be discovered by listening to the podcast!! :)
LAPD Narcotics Officer
Born: January 7th, 1980 New York City, NY
Robert is a 38 year old LAPD Narcotics officer. At the fresh age of 21, He graduated from the police academy towards the top of his class with a squeaky clean record, and tons of promise. As a child, Robert did well in school, and frequented the honor roll list throughout his schooling. He graduated early from John Jay with a degree in criminal justice. It was not always so great for Robert. The only son to Melissa O'Brien, Robert grew up without a father figure in his life, and his mother was an alcoholic who died his sophomore year of college. She was on permanent disability due to a car accident that killed his father when he was 5, and her subsequent substance abuse directly stemmed from this event. His entire life, Robert lived in a studio apartment in New York City, sharing the space with his mother, and whichever men she found herself attached to at the time. Often picked on at school, Robert's escape was his imagination and playing cops and robbers with the few neighborhood kids he was close with. Robert knew his entire life he wanted to be a police officer as he frequently saw drugs and violence pull at the fabric of his NYC neighborhood. As Robert grew older though, his few close friends began to succumb to the allure of fast money and lives of crime, and Robert found himself often justifying their actions in his own subconscious, the beginning of his desensitization to the underground. Upon graduating from college, Robert decided he had had enough of the city and stepped on a plane for the first time with a one way ticket to Los Angeles. He had accepted a job with the LAPD in their Narcotics Task Force, and was excited to set out on this new journey. The first year on the force found Robert in the thick of the action with the LA drug trade, doing raids, using undercovers, and even involved in his first gunfight. Robert's service was exceptional, and he began to attract the attention of his superiors as a possible candidate for promotion. At home, Robert was a far different person than at work. The cross country move left him in a foreign place with hardly any connections outside of his job, and the intensity of his work had begun to both excite and frustrate him. Robert began to get drinks with other members of the task force, and would often justify alcohol as a release from an exhausting work day. As Robert became close with the other young members of his unit, he was eventually let in to the illegal dealings of their operation. Members of the LAPD narcotics unit were facilitating the importation of mass amounts of drugs in collaboration with the Mexican cartel. While Robert's unit was often assigned to predominantly African-American neighborhoods, the cartel had capitalized on this and recruited members of the force around him to facilitate these large traffickings. Confused and with hundreds of thousands of dollars on the line, Robert is slow to participate with his coworkers, but for fear of his own life does nothing to turn them in. As years go by and Robert begins to climb the ranks through the task force, he becomes less afraid of these illegal dealings and begins to facilitate more. He remains secretive and deflective of his work, but begins to love the thrill it brings him. He meets our female later in these dealings, and they become extremely close. Robert does not immediately let her in on everything that is going on, but eventually spills the beans. This causes a riff between them, but she is still loyal. She then is promoted to an FBI position where she eventually gets rumblings of LAPD narcotics officers involved in the illegal drug trade. Robert's mental health progressively worsens during his time on the force, and once the FBI becomes involved, he really struggles to keep it together. Robert is in a constant battle between good and evil both in his work and in his own head. He struggles to look in the mirror, and whether or not he has backed himself into a corner completely with no way out can only be discovered by listening to the podcast!! :)
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
Dialogue
Nolan Callahan
Dialogue
A: “There’s a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don’t need too know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that window and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. Do you understand”
B: “Since when the fuck did we need to have all of these fucking rules?”
A:“You really want me to answer that question? Do you want more rules, because that’s not a problem at all”
B:“I just don’t understand why it needs to be like this after all of this time. You know me, you know I’m not going to fuck this up.”
A: “Listen, I’m not here to have you try and make a case for yourself. I just told you what the deal is. You tell me where and I’ll tell you when I’ll be there, from that point on you know what the fucking drill is.”
B: “Yeah, I know what the drill is these days, but..”
A: “But nothing. I don’t get why you’re not understanding this, Brian.”
B: “Things just used to be different, that’s all.”
A: “Yeah well look at the job you did to change that. Boo hoo, honestly I don’t even understand why I still show up.”
B:“No no, please I know that I’ve fucked things up before, but I promise I won’t this time, please trust me on this.”
A: “Trust you? What planet are you on that you’d imagine I’d have even the slightest bit of trust for you still. I don’t need to trust you, I simply need to show up. You lost my trust a long time ago.”
B: “I know I can regain it though”
A: “Don’t try, the more and more you beg the less interested I become in working with you at all. I’m over the song and fucking dance, honestly.”
B: “But do you remember…”
A: “Stop the bullshit. Are we doing business?”
B: “Yes, I need more than the usual this time though. There’s some sort of industry conference in town this week, bunch of big time players from out west are flying in, and they need something to hold them over. My friend Marty is the one that let me know, his friend Kevin is coming from the Bay Area, and asked Marty if he could plug it up. You remember Marty right?”
A: “That moron from the Italian restaurant?”
B: “Yeah the one we… never mind that. Marty says these guys are really big time out in California, and you know how badly I want to get into the business out there.”
A: “Do you think mine isn’t the best you can get in New York City?”
B: “No No No, I’m not saying that at all. That isn’t what I meant, I…”
A: “You what? You want to impress your idiot friend Marty? Or you just wanna do whatever you can to make these people like you? Maybe get your big break out to California so you can run away from here like a fucking coward.”
B: “I just…”
A: “Look I fucking know, alright. But even if you manage to fake out these California people, you can’t slip that shit by me. I know exactly who the fuck you are and how you fucking operate, and just because I stand to make money off of you do not think that changes a single thing about the way I think about you.”
B: “Look that was a long time ag….”
A: “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don’t care how fucking long ago it was. Be fucking lucky that the times changed so quickly and your bitch ass was able to sneak around in the shadows. For whatever stupid ass reason I kept you afloat. And what do I get in return? Some lead from your dumbass friend Marty that may or may not even turn into something.”
B: “Marty said these guys are big spenders. They don’t fuck around. You know I wouldn’t hit you up after everything that happened unless this was legit. You’re the only person on the East Coast I can get this much from in time.”
A:“You think I don’t fucking know that? You should be in fucking jail for what you did Brian, but here you are, per usual, begging me for your usual fucking crumbs off my table.”
B: “I need 5 pounds.”
A: “5 pounds of flower? That’s not near worth my time”
B: “No, full melt.”
A: “Fuck that is more than your usual. Remember, time, and place. I’ll let you know the window"
B: "Thanks, Amanda. You know I appreciate it."
A: "Yeah, Yeah, whatever you say."
Dialogue
A: “There’s a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don’t need too know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that window and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. Do you understand”
B: “Since when the fuck did we need to have all of these fucking rules?”
A:“You really want me to answer that question? Do you want more rules, because that’s not a problem at all”
B:“I just don’t understand why it needs to be like this after all of this time. You know me, you know I’m not going to fuck this up.”
A: “Listen, I’m not here to have you try and make a case for yourself. I just told you what the deal is. You tell me where and I’ll tell you when I’ll be there, from that point on you know what the fucking drill is.”
B: “Yeah, I know what the drill is these days, but..”
A: “But nothing. I don’t get why you’re not understanding this, Brian.”
B: “Things just used to be different, that’s all.”
A: “Yeah well look at the job you did to change that. Boo hoo, honestly I don’t even understand why I still show up.”
B:“No no, please I know that I’ve fucked things up before, but I promise I won’t this time, please trust me on this.”
A: “Trust you? What planet are you on that you’d imagine I’d have even the slightest bit of trust for you still. I don’t need to trust you, I simply need to show up. You lost my trust a long time ago.”
B: “I know I can regain it though”
A: “Don’t try, the more and more you beg the less interested I become in working with you at all. I’m over the song and fucking dance, honestly.”
B: “But do you remember…”
A: “Stop the bullshit. Are we doing business?”
B: “Yes, I need more than the usual this time though. There’s some sort of industry conference in town this week, bunch of big time players from out west are flying in, and they need something to hold them over. My friend Marty is the one that let me know, his friend Kevin is coming from the Bay Area, and asked Marty if he could plug it up. You remember Marty right?”
A: “That moron from the Italian restaurant?”
B: “Yeah the one we… never mind that. Marty says these guys are really big time out in California, and you know how badly I want to get into the business out there.”
A: “Do you think mine isn’t the best you can get in New York City?”
B: “No No No, I’m not saying that at all. That isn’t what I meant, I…”
A: “You what? You want to impress your idiot friend Marty? Or you just wanna do whatever you can to make these people like you? Maybe get your big break out to California so you can run away from here like a fucking coward.”
B: “I just…”
A: “Look I fucking know, alright. But even if you manage to fake out these California people, you can’t slip that shit by me. I know exactly who the fuck you are and how you fucking operate, and just because I stand to make money off of you do not think that changes a single thing about the way I think about you.”
B: “Look that was a long time ag….”
A: “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don’t care how fucking long ago it was. Be fucking lucky that the times changed so quickly and your bitch ass was able to sneak around in the shadows. For whatever stupid ass reason I kept you afloat. And what do I get in return? Some lead from your dumbass friend Marty that may or may not even turn into something.”
B: “Marty said these guys are big spenders. They don’t fuck around. You know I wouldn’t hit you up after everything that happened unless this was legit. You’re the only person on the East Coast I can get this much from in time.”
A:“You think I don’t fucking know that? You should be in fucking jail for what you did Brian, but here you are, per usual, begging me for your usual fucking crumbs off my table.”
B: “I need 5 pounds.”
A: “5 pounds of flower? That’s not near worth my time”
B: “No, full melt.”
A: “Fuck that is more than your usual. Remember, time, and place. I’ll let you know the window"
B: "Thanks, Amanda. You know I appreciate it."
A: "Yeah, Yeah, whatever you say."
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