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“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do.” Edward Everett Hale
Ideas are commodities to be exchanged and traded on the open market of communication, remember you are not your ideas. Trade the weak ones for stronger well thought out ideas, dump stock when it is no longer applicable.
The Art Institute of New York
Casting Director: Sarah Ocea
Interview Date: August 19, 2011
Shoot Dates: Late Oct & Early Nov
Location: Brooklyn and Harlem
Respond to Irrmindproductions@gmail.com BY 4 PM TUE 8/16
This is a short film about two friends that after a run in with law enforcement are seperated and changed. One friend goes to live with his Uncle who is a Minister, and he begins to develope a relationship the God. The other friend moves deeper and deeper into a life of crime and becomes bitter about his friends change and starts to lash out.
[UNCLES JAMS] 40+ (African American, Hispanic, or Multi-Ethnic male)(Supporting)
[MICHAEL] 18- 21yr old (Hispanic or Multic-Ethnic male)(Main)
[DAMIAN] 18- 21yr old (African American Male)(Supporting)
[MOM] 35-45yr old approx African American Female) (Supporting)
[AMBER] 18- 21yr old (African American Female)(Supporting)
looking to produce/direct a free music video must have original recorded song contact me Sarah Ocea at firstname.lastname@example.org NYC Residents only
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” -C.S. Lewis
I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.
– Claude McKay
Wow, I’m impressed I never thought President Obama had it in him. Now this is a classic!