The D-Word's life is one of glamour and riches, as only a documentary filmmaker can live it

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Going to Market
Sept 16, 1996

It's 1 am. The IFFM starts today. Got home a few hours ago to find that the Web site's not online. Fort he first time ever I get Carlos on the phone.

"Yeah," he drawls in his midwest accent. "The el.net computer's really slow for some reason." The server had been down for much of the weekend. He has to leave, might be back at midnight.

So the market starts and The D-Word isn't up and running. Ah, well. Gotta keep it in perspective.

The sample's finished. Barely. The business cards are finished. Just. The D-Word content is written. Sort of.

At least the flyers will impress. They're hand-colored-- by Lucy and a team of kids this weekend. Paid them a penny a flyer. Home Page will definitely have the cheapest (but most colorful) flyers going, I'm proud to say.

Compared to the crunching deadlines of thepast few weeks, the market itself will seem like a vacation.

Most of all, I'm happy with the sample. It finally reflects the film I'm trying to make. It's no longer just a profile of Justin. It's dominatedby him, but he's just the catalyst for my Websearch.

He's on screen about 10 times as long as me, but it's about my life, my family, my home. Myhome page.

Home Page is a reluctant video diary. So I do it via Justin, my camera-worthy alter ego.

My search is a metaphoric Web search, a search for my mid-life identity in an age when computers are changing life as we know it. It's a quest to define myself and, in doing so, get a handle on the scary, rapidly changing times we live in.

The search goes on and on. 66 hours of footage and counting.

This week, though, I pause for the market. This week the search is for funding.

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