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I leave today for the Toronto Film Festival and then pretty much travel to a different city everyday until the 23nd of September. This is the last big crunch of press stuff I have to do around the release of the film on the 16th of September. This is the moment I've been most excited about and have most feared. After Toronto I will go to NY, Boston, back to NY, then LA, Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco. Today I was packing and dealing with my digital camera and I found a bunch of pictures from the press tour I did in August. With this much stuff going on, last week seems like a month ago and August feels like Junior High. Things were much simpler back then, we were all smaller, and our mom's still packed lunch for us. I kind of miss August.

Here are some of the pictures I took.



From a wall in Denver.
How beautiful is this? I'm not sure what it's about - it feels harder and more intense than depression. More specific than doubt. It might be a painting of fear, or hostility. As I walked past, it jumped out at me, so is it desperation? Or I'm getting it all wrong and it's hope, or love - yeah it's love! That would make sense cause I've had a feeling I've been misunderstanding what love is all these years.



Also from Denver.
Don't you sometimes feel like a 5 story bear trying to get into a glass building? You gently put your huge paws against the glass cause you broke down the last building you peered into with your sheer size and inability to be subtle. You so want to go inside, that's where every thing's happening, but you know the door's way to small for even your foot to enter.



From San Francisco.
There were huge amounts of pink carpet in this hotel. When I was a kid I always half-wished I would be swallowed by a whale and forced to live in it's mouth with the sailors, debris, and other children that got caught there. Walking on this carpet reminds me of living on the tongue of the whale. Yeah, I'd be in a prison of sorts, but I'd be free of all the expectations people had for my grown-up self. I would be off the hook, a permanent recess, and I'd have some cool outfit.



Denver.
Every time I look at this I feel like I just said "stick-em up".



Minneapolis.
I've been trying to figure out my emotions through Lou for too long. This caused us to snap into another dimension where the difference between me and him were hard for even us to understand. UP and DOWN broke their contract with each other, and we were caught in the middle.



Chicago.
I saw this in the airport. It's a satellite map of the emotions people are having across the U.S. I never knew they moved in waves like the weather. We are all so much more connected than I thought. The areas that are just grey indicate places where people aren't having any emotions. They are just waiting for the trade winds to blow some feelings their way. There are some small pockets where just a few people are having emotions and the people around them, the grey people, are saying, "dude, calm down."



San Francisco.
Girl on the right: "Jezebel, what's that white glowing ball of energy in your lap?"
Girl in the middle: "It's all my intuitive knowledge of the universe that I've carried with me since before I was born. Go ahead, you can pet it."
Boy on the left: "It's Satan"
Girl in the middle: "Shut up boy"
Boy on the left: "It's Satan"
Girl in the middle: "It likes to come out and sunbathe in my lap and be stroked - it's kind of needy"
Girl on the right: "Oh."



Denver Airport
At first, I loved this message. But the more I think about it, smiling for a year would be a form of physical torture. I can already feel the headache.

Posted at September 11, 2005 09:52 AM