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virginia_rabbit) rakstīja,
@ 2007-07-14 08:02:00

operators pats savās kāzās

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dooora
2007-07-14 13:37 (saite)

atceries "Mad Dog and Glory?" es savulaik no tās filmas patapināju pick-up līniju "I'll be the expediter of your dreams" jeb "es būšu tavu sapņu dispečers" :)
tur bija daudz feinu dialōgu, bet tieši tā pirmā džeku saruna, sapņu dispečeru ieskaitot, man ieblieza visvairāk.

- Don't ever fuck with me. Don't ever lie to me, disrespect me, underestimate me. If you do, your life becomes a raging sea. But come to me like a man, with your eyes open, head up, hand out, then I become more than a friend, more than a shoulder.
I become the expediter of your dreams.
...
- I wish I was a handsome man.
- What?
- I wish I was brave. I wish I was... I wish I had... real guts.
- Wayne, you wish you were a brave, handsome man? No offense, but that sounds a little immature.
...
- You don't always talk to other guys like this, do you?
...
- You're really good, man.
- I wish I was a real photographer. I don't mean police work. I don't mean weddings. I mean...
- You mean like an artist. I get this feeling. Me and you ...we both wanna be someplace else. Know what I mean?
...
- I went to see this group show with photographers, and I hit it off with a lady in the show. I met all her friends in the lofts and all. Then I showed her my stuff,and this guy says to me: "What do you think about being an artist?" I said: "Yeah, sure, but the only thing is... there's no pension, there's no security, there's no major medical." Nobody laughed. But as soon as I said it, you know what I thought? "I'm just a cop." I'm a real civil servant. That's the way I think, like a civil servant. But these people, they're artists. They're special. They take chances.

- Chances!? You're a fuckin' policeman. What kind of chances do you think they're takin'? That the goddamn sushi might be tainted?

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	virginia_rabbit 2007-07-14 13:51 (saite)
	parakstos zem pēdējā teikuma. i m glad i m not an artist, būtu vēl uzmetusi lūpu. (Atbildēt uz šo) (Iepriekšējais) (Diskusija)

	dooora 2007-07-14 13:53 (saite)
	nu ja, sākumā jau tāds džeku bazars. bet tu ar savu kāzu operātōru man atsiti jaukas atmiņas. kā veselība? (Atbildēt uz šo) (Iepriekšējais) (Diskusija)

virginia_rabbit
2007-07-14 14:01 (saite)

neko. man jau acs. it kā mazāk. biju laukā ar apsējiņu.

es par to kāzu operatoru domāju.. no tā gala, ka mani jau biedē mana nepiedalīšanās notikumos. es izeju kaut kur laukā, piem, paballēties, bet nejau tāpēc, ka es tur kaut ko gribu. man nav nekāds ģēlas gar notikumiem un cilvēkiem. es vienkārši skatos, turklāt vēl kadrēju. un tad man palika sūdīgi pašai nos sevis un savas attieksmes. un es notinos un tagad atkal guļu.

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	se normāāāļ dooora 2007-07-14 14:05 (saite)
	viena attieksme konfiktē ar otru? normāla ģēla. dod abām ūdentiņu un minerāļus, TU esi pasaul's dārzniece. (Atbildēt uz šo) (Iepriekšējais) (Diskusija)

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virginia_rabbit
2007-07-14 14:15 (saite)

izteikti dominē. gribās pārmaiņas. jo man liekas, ka es protu tik kruta dzīvē piedalīties arī.. bet tad tas paņem visu. un tad nākas mukt. eh, ka varētu es iekārtoies - pusi uz pusi. pusgadu uz salas strādāt, pusgadu eiropā dzīvot :) tad es būtu apmierināta, godvārds! bet tagad vēl jau jāspecializējas tas gads līdz galam. tad atbraukšu nosist bilu. a pēctam jau redzēs. to pat vēl Tarantino nezina.

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dooora
2007-07-14 14:26 (saite)

mums ir līdzīgs plančiks (1/2:1/2).
viss būs labi. svarīgi saskatīt to Bila nākotnes projekciju.
jauku tev dienu - es ierakšos darbos.

un jā - sveiciens no ŅiņdžaTjūniem un dūras -
http://anarhija.lv/CinematicOrchestra-To_Build_A_Home.mp3

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home

And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time
To live
And time
To die

I'm in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the colour of green
Ground had arose in past its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on me
Held on as tightly as you held on me

And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time
To live
And time
To die

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