Involved in creating desktop editing, working independently, with Apple, Radius, Data Translations ( Steve Jobs and Bill Gates personally made me a Developer with their companies and I introduced Adobe to the developers who wrote AfterEffects and consulted the Audubon Society in video for the web too.
So you see I'm still telling visual stories and loving it.
I'm getting up there in age and I believe it's time to share some of my deepest heartbreaks. Growing up at 4 Manhattan Avenue, at 100th street, I experienced so many unspeakable things, but, nothing as horrible as my brother, had to live through. I witnessed the unraveling of a beautifully brilliant soul, warped and twisted by bigotry and, downright hate hurled upon him by everyone from Boy Scout master, family to religious clergy. I still remember the fatal day, when he finally turned away from all that was positive, in his life, towards, what I'll call, the dark side. It wasn't enough his own father was a brutal beast, administering vicious beatings, for no real reason, but the Catholic Church, both priest and its Christian brothers, relentlessly, either physically or emotionally, tore away at his being, one hateful instant at a time. The fatal day for him was the episode, on what should have been one of the proudest days of his life, his receiving top honors from his Boy Scout troop, promoting him as an Eagle Scout, having superseded all others, in his troop, in all required tests. Instead all he heard, that day, from the Eagle Master telling another Scout leader, "that S**c, isn't getting anything." When the other Scout leader protested, pointing out my brother's accomplishments and scores, all we, and all present heard, "I be damned if that S**c gets s**t!" I saw then my brother, Jose, heart turn ice cold. The tears rolling down his eyes would have evaporated had he been any angrier... I kept close to him that morning, and implored him not to let his heart and soul turn away from all he could be, yet his pain and agony; This was the last straw. It's a day I'll never forget, and, a day, for him the sun turned dark forever. I've never spoken to him about it since, but I've watched a brilliant mind and soul abandoned and I just wanted him to know, even though we've been bitter towards each other, I, to this day, am heartbroken by that memory. So, my dear brother, I know you'll not find this easy to believe, but, a piece of me died that day too, but I was determined to fight back against the hate and bigotry, in my own way, not just for me and all the others who have suffered at the hands of blind bigotry, but for you, cause even though you never believed me since, I loved you then and now, and never forgot how beautiful a soul you had, until, that dreadful day. Peace and Love to you for eternity, your brother Jim...
Now this is an exciting future possibility. Oh man, I want to be there...
Today I’m the riches and happiest man in the World!
Nicole L Thompson, a former student of my film course, at ASPIRA, an after school program, located in Newark, New Jersey, makes her Directorial debut, for her first feature film, for LifeTime Television Network. “Suitcase Killer”, on June 18, 2022. Hooray!!! As a youngster in 2004, Nicole, shy, reserved, alert, brilliant and determine, then realized her road to her dreams lay in front of her, never wavering, well almost never, determined to be the visual story-teller, she was a natural at.
Nicole absorbed the all inclusive course, screenwriting, pre & post production, and worked, along with classmates, making their first TV commercials, for the New Jersey Department of Transportation, that aired on local TV stations and reveled in their adventure, that struck a creative flame, in Nicole.
So here I’m giving thanks to the Almighty, for Nicole’s success, and the blessing of not succumbing, to the then, all too frequent gang culture, or, putting her Dreams on a shelf…
Nicole you’ve made me Proud of You, as I now know, Dreams do Come True...
I know it's a long time since I've created any new posts. I had to handle both, medical and social problems, frankly, it took all my efforts, plus a miracle and unexpected luck, so that, I have a handle on it. My latest client, Peter Napolitano, published writer and Off Broadway Director/Writer was, so much fun to photograph ,resulting in fantastic theatrical head shots. So, having my home studio re-activated and reequipped, is making this creativity flow like the Mississippi, again. So now as a retired Director/DP I've also gone back to my roots, throwing myself back into earthly bliss. For you see, you all, making images, since the age of 10, building my first darkroom, then growing into the motion picture and video business , story-telling is my life. So, here in Chelsea, one of the original entertainment centers of New York City since the mid 1800's, I find myself raising out of the ashes, soaring above the earth, relishing all of the new adventures and stories before me. So, join me, in this creative re-birth, and book either, a still photo session, either product photography or head shots, video portfolio or video reading for submission for funding or just plain making a fun video. Here's my number: (646 )684-9973. Can handle 3 camera, shoots and "Have Camera, will Travel!" The name is "Shutter-Man!" I look forward to your comments and hope to work with some of you soon... PS. my social troubles appears to have resolved also, seeing as my main detractors' KARMA, caught up with them...Ahhhh...
Everyone says: "If you need anything, don't hesitate, I'll be there for you." I'm going to make a bet, without being pessimistic, that out of my family and friends less than 7 will take the time to put this on their wall to help raise awareness of mental health and su***de prevention. Anxiety and depression are real!
Let’s see who are my 7
22 a day.
1 is too many!
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DEAR RED STATES... WE'VE DECIDED WE'RE LEAVING.
Dear Red States...
We've decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking the other Blue States with us. In case you aren't aware, that includes Hawaii, Oregon, California, New Mexico, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and all the Northeast.
We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, and especially to the people of the new country of New Puerto Rico, U.S. Virgin Islands, Guam and Washington D.C. We also get Costco and Boeing.
To sum up briefly: You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states. We get stem cell research and the best beaches.
We get the Statue of Liberty. You get Branson, Missouri.
We get Intel and Microsoft. You get WorldCom. We get 85 percent of America's venture capital and entrepreneurs. You get Alabama. We get two-thirds of the tax revenue, you get to make the red states pay their fair share. Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22 percent lower than the Christian Coalition's, we get a bunch of happy families.
Please be aware that Nuevo California will be pro-choice and
anti-war, and we're going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If you need people to fight, ask your evangelicals. They have kids they're apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose, and they don't care if you don't show pictures of their children's caskets coming home.
With the Blue States in hand, we will have firm control of 80 percent of the country's fresh water, more than 90 percent of the pineapple and lettuce, 92 percent of the nation's fresh fruit, 95 percent of America's quality wines (you can serve French wines at state dinners) 90 percent of all cheese, 90 percent of the high tech industry, most of the U.S. low-sulfur coal, all living redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the Ivy and Seven Sister schools, plus Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Cal Tech and MIT.
With the Red States, on the other hand, you will have to cope with 88 percent of all obese Americans (and their projected health care costs), 92 percent of all U.S. mosquitoes, nearly 100 percent of the tornadoes, 90 percent of the hurricanes, 99 percent of all Southern Baptists, virtually 100 percent of all televangelists, Rush Limbaugh, Alex Jones and Rand Paul.
We get Hollywood and Yosemite, thank you.
Additionally, 62 percent of you believe life is sacred unless we're discussing the death penalty or gun laws, 44 percent say that evolution is only a theory, 53 percent that Saddam was involved in 9/11 and 61 percent of you crazy bastards believe you are people with higher morals then we lefties.
Oh, and you can have all The new Corona cases since you're too dumb and self- centered to wear a mask.
Peace out, we are the people
This is the time that fill me with joy.
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You know sometimes life throws you a slow pitch and when we see it, it just doesn't seem real.
It was 1961 and there was a strike of the milk drivers. As it turns out it lasted two weeks and by then all supplies had dried out. At our store in Chelsea our customers with new borns were becoming concerned they wouldn't be able to give their babies what they needed. Formula wasn't in common use then and breast feeding also was shunned by most, since religious organizations didn't approve of it at the time. My mom had made a decision; she was going to take the chance and go out to Bordentown, NJ and fill our van with milk. This after having my father's murdered just that February. Compassion and angst filled her with rage that these strikers would let young mothers and their babies go without.
So she left our head employee in charge loaded the van with gas and me and my brother and hit the road. Once through the Lincoln Tunnel there was no turning back. We paid our .50 toll turned on the radio and we tuned in 10 10 Wins news. Just a few miles on the road I was watching the sites swish by when a story came on the radio of a woman and her two children having been shot to death for doing exactly what we were about to do. On hearing this me and my brother looked at each other and then at mom. She slowed down looked at us and with renewed resolved said she wasn't about to let her clients newborns down and continued on our way south on the NJ Turnpike in our Chevy Greenbrier. At that time Boardentown was chuck full of Dairy farms and a safe distance from New York City so, she reasoned, a good chance to succeed in our mission.
Seeing her determination we all said a prayer and continued on our journey. It took about 2 hours of driving before we reached our destination. My brother and I were taking in the beautifully magnificent country side as we reached our targeted dairy farm. While mom negotiated the the proprietor who warned her of the dangers and related the story we had heard earlier mom wouldn't be dissuaded. Meantime me and my brother roamed around the farm looking and playing with the accessible animals. We came upon a golden tabby kitten that simply melted our hearts and of course me an my brother couldn't keep our hands off of him. Surrounded by hills and green pastures the like we'd never seen, boy this was just heaven; and the kitten made it perfect.
Monies paid we loaded up our van with as much milk as possible and secreting the kitten we were off to Chelsea. Between the views and the kitten the trip back seemed like it took minutes. Of course we covered our cargo so no one could tell what it was. Once at our bodega, mom sent out the word through the neighborhood and just about every mother came or sent son's and daughters to get their much needed milk. Mom new that some of the mothers couldn't afford to pay the hefty price she had paid but this didn't deter her. In fact this pushed her to giving the milk either at her cost or free to all who needed it.
Yes, my moms love for her people and her devotion to these young children new no limits. She not only risked her life but that of me and my brother but the very existence of our business which could have been fire bombed or inundated with violence from the angry teamsters.
I guess our prayers were answered and the Blessed Virgin clothed us with her grace and protections and the young mothers, Latina, White, Brown and Yellow lived to see their children lives benefit from the caring heart of my mom. Amen.
Hi. It's been a while so please forgive my absence. Getting some projects funded and occupied with the details. The following story is could have been the last day of my life...
EXT./INT. MID-DAY, A CHELSEA LATE MORNING LOWER MANHATTAN, NYC 1969
Jim, an 18 year old Puerto Rican boy,(whose looks are classic WASP with black hair) school bag in hand, gives a quick once over the fruits and vegetables stands on either side of the set of double doors; He slides sideways into a Bodega sharing the opposite direction of the doorway with an exiting customer. Before his eyes unfolds an unreal scene. Cruz, a black haired beady eyed 5 foot 6 Latin man yelling at Jim’s mom. Cruz is holding a loaded 38 caliber revolver all the time aiming at her. In a flash Jim steps between my Mom and Cruz right hand extended; stops...
Cruz what are you doing? Please in the name of God put the gun down...
Saltè del medò Jimmy!!!
(Get out of the way Jimmy!!!).
Over Jim's shoulder Manolò, an employee behind the checkout counter makes his way to the waist high telephone by the register and presses 0. Phone in hand he squats down below the counter; He gets the police...
Mary's yells back at Cruz all the while. The few people at the checkout counter are frozen mid the unreal unfolding drama.
Ay Dios miò!!! Jimmy... El esta boracho!!! Por Dios Jimmy dejalo quieto!!
(Oh my God!!! Jimmy!..He’s drunk!!! For God’s sake leave him alone!!!)
Jim all the while, takes the smallest of steps towards Cruz, Jim's right hand still extended, all the time inching towards Cruz...
What on earth are you doing??? Cruz no matter; just please "tranquilate" (clam yourself) give me the gun before someone get hurt.
Just then as if on cue the Police arrive stopping their squad car in front of the store; Both officers, hands on their holstered pistols enter the bodega. In a calm clear voice the first officer..
Young man please bring your hand down and step away from him.
Turning his attention to Cruz who the Officer obviously know.
FIRST OFFICER CONTINUES
Look Mr. Zamot no matter why just please, put the gun down slowly. There's no reason this has to get out of hand.
The first officer finally gets close enough to swiftly and gently remove the gun from Cruz while in mid squat. As if on signal Mary lunges enraged towards Cruz as the second officer stops her progress and diffuses the situation.
INT. SAME DAY, TIME, LOCATION, NEW ANGEL (CRUZ'S PERSPECTIVE)
An audible sigh blows through store as all exhale. We can suddenly hear the traffic again. By now, the first officer is restraining Cruz lifting him to his feet holding his arm
Manolò is handing change back to a customer who clutching the paper bag eyes wide nods to Manolò and is off. Some of the others look at Cruz as he's escorted to the waiting red light flashing, two way radio blaring car; He lowers his head. On either side of two sets of windows even with the entry doors a crowd has formed as the excited customer is answering questions from neighbors. Jim leaves the ensuing battle between. Mary, his Mom, Police and Cruz, an employee with benefits.
Deterred from Cruz and Mary turns her attention to Jimmy who answering questions from the Second Officer. Jimmy is now hyper. He's coming out of his skin.
Turning towards his mother, he is dismissed by the Officer who's taken a statement from Him. Making eye contact with is mother Jim waves himself out of the bodega...
I'm going to Judy's house...
Jim is out in a flash and across 8th Avenue in an instant and blends into 26th Street.
EXT. SAME DAY MINUTES LATER
EXT. JIM APPROACHES ONE OF THOSE 21 STORY CITY TYPE BUILDINGS ON THE CORNER OF 26TH AND 9TH AVENUE.
INT. ELEVATOR, JIM PRESSES 20...
This elevator has only even numbers on its dull industrial brushed street panel matching the metal wood printed walls and a circular fluorescent lamp from the ceiling.
When does it stop? What's next, he'll burn down the store? Then what?
Jim places both fist and forehead butted on the back wall; Head between his fist Jim’s turning into himself...
I have to stay away. I can't go back anymore. Why, what?... Oh God what more must I take?!
The elevator jars to a stop.
INT. LEAVING ELEVATOR TO OVERHEAD FLUORESCENT LIGHTED HALLWAY
Unlocking the door Jim enters the foyer coming to a living room. The upper middle class ambiance is framed with a view of the Met Life and surrounding buildings and the East side of Manhattan to his right. A new RCA Color Television console dominates the northern wall containing a couple of Jackson Po***ck framed prints with a blue couch on the opposite wall with two end tables at either end. Family photos show a large family but not one that includes Jim. Turning his attention from the living room we see more family pictures on a long parson's table lining the hallway wall with one of Jim and the family members seen earlier. Another with his girlfriend, Judy, who's in some of the other pictures. The apartment is empty of any of the folks in the pictures and the lights, with the exception of a light in the kitchen opposite the living room are out.
I have to get out of this s**t. Thank you Lord for the Schwartz family. At least I can stay here with Judy and well...Now I know how messed up my family is. Haven't had one since Pop was
He goes to an open doorway, turns right passing a large bedroom to his left into a modest size bedroom with a trundle bed opposite a mirrored topped bureau. He sits on the bed opposite the mirrored dresser looking at himself.
The shock of what's just transpired hits him. We see a single tear roll down his cheek. He turns his head right and takes in the same view as the living room through the smaller set of windows. It's a long stare. In what feels like an eternity we see his mirrored reflection walk slowly towards the windows.
What did I do to deserve all this s**t?!
Another tear fall from is eye. He opens the window all the way it can go.
INT. SAME DAY AND PLACE & TIME; REVERSE ANGEL
Jim slowly grips the sill and lean out looking to the grounds below. Funny he's seen this view a hundred time and it just crossed his mind what it would feel like to fall down towards the fenced in grass.
What an ugly place to die.
EXT. SAME DAY, TIME, PLACE, LOOKING DOWN FROM THE WINDOW
Forty feet away from the building is a tree lined walkway with a half block long parking lot the other buildings of the complex surrounding its northern and eastern boundary.
Will it feel the way it does in my dreams when I'm soaring through the air as I project myself through the Universe? What will it be like to go home? Will it be peaceful?
EXT. SAME DAY AND TIME LOOKING AT THE WINDOW
Gripping the window's sill with his back to the camera Jim lifts his right leg and extends it out behind him followed by his left foot and leg. He is hanging out the sill now with only both hands gripping the sill. He looks down again…
EXT. SAME DAY SHOT FILLS THE SCREEN
I can do this....
Jim lets go of his left hand and now is dangling from his right hand only.
Yea, I can… I can do this.
Jim loosens his grip as we see his form descend. A death curdling scream fills the air….
EXT. SAME DAY, THE FOLLOWING IMAGES FILL THE FRAME
Next two hands shoot down. Both hands grabbing Jim by the belt cuff of his jeans. We see the direction of his motion change from decent to lifting up into the window.
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In 1982 I met Steve Jobs at the Javits Convention Center in New York City, we spoke and I told him of the files I created in “Appleworks’ spreadsheets, that re-created the A.I.C.P. bid form, a bidding form industry standard for a quarter century, he asked me to send it to him. Two days later he called me and with Rupert on the line, the author of AppleWorks®, he exclaimed, “I didn’t know my software could do all this.” LaserBid™, contained the standard 6 page bidding form, as well as, all the paperwork used in the industry to bid commercials, short films, industrials and such, which is used to this day. The file was small and contained all the information and rates for all the motion picture unions, while the file size was only 125kb. Steve made me a developer on the spot. He then told me to send the files to Bill Gates who upon seeing the spreadsheets called and said, “What till you see Excel”, and , he made me a developer with Microsoft as well.
As a autodidactic dyslectic I’ve yet to take a single computer course.
So you see, I’ve been around the block a few times and I’m restarting my career again, version 3. I have a portable video package and post facility and am ready for any challenge producing videos for broadcast and the web that meet the needs demanded by clients today and into the future.
Give me a call (917) 858-2550 or drop me an email: [email protected] , URL: peacehawks.com and let’s make your vision come true...