A while back I was invited to join the Flickr group Handwritten Blogs. Finally I have an excuse to perpetrate the meme. My friend Jake is in the Peace Corps in South Africa, and I owe him a letter. Two birds; one epistle. Enjoy.
Dear Jake, It's funny that the last time I wrote you, we had just begun shooting the movie.  Now we are almost done.  Today was a short day, but we've had some long ones.  I suppose I should re-cap the highlights... I've trampled a bees' nest and been stung on the tongue, but not on the same day.  I've helped blow up a dam and I've helped hang a man (both faked, natch).  I've carried the camera up a tree and saved it from being dropped in a lake.  I've had my hands in a changing bag in beautiful locations all over the state of Washington.
Read more of Rain in the Mountains Day Twenty, a handwritten blog'In Washington did Foxhall Films a stately indie flick decree.'  Truly, one can lap the milk of paradise out here.  Samuel Taylor Coleridge ain't got nothin' on The Evergreen State.  You write 'having a window into another culture teaches you a lot about them, but more about yourself.'  Ten-four to that!  It has been my pleasure to experience native cultures of the Pacific Northwest through our local cast and crew.  But I've come to know more about myself through my interactions with everyone at a personal level.  The more people you meet, the more you uncover the commonalities that dance their way through the human universe.
And the limits of your own life experience.  It pains me to acknowledge that I won't be a true writer until my words have been put through the crucible of experience.  I'm not talking about Shakespeare, just passing the bullshit test.  To write about people, you have to understand people.  And to understand people, you have to understand yourself.  There's a phrase I'm trying out: 'You can't fake genuine.'  What do you think?
Since movies are the art of faking genuine, I guess my phrase doesn’t pass the b.s. test just yet.