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Saturday, April 19, 2008

Samurai Slack

Alright, you can all stop bitching now. I have posted my film on Google films, Youtube and here on my blog. CalArts saw this film and decided I was a good enough film maker to be put on their "short wait" list. So, before you write me to tell me that this film sucked, keep in mind that, this is the same school that Gendy Tartakovsky attended, which means that these people now a thing or two about cool Samurai. while i may value your opinion as a friend, the experts have spoken and they say it is good. Share it with your friends, enemies and family. I prefer you watch it on YouTube. My goal in life is to bump that "chocolate rain" guy off the most watched list or at least put the crying Brittany guy out of circulation.
Update: I'm sorry. This site blows for uploading videos. I tried 3X and failed. So, it's Youtube city babys. Hit the link to access the best samurai movie made since Toshiro Mifune swung a katana.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-3pcaavpgY

Three Denials, Two Offers, One Destiny.

I've got a huge burden on me now. I have before me denials from 3 programs that I applied to. Four, actually if you want to count the wait list i was put on. Both Literature programs that i applied to have shot me down. I guess I'm not literate enough. I'm bummed that U.C. Riverside's Lit. program didn't want me. They have the largest collection of Sci-Fi material in the country and I had some great ideas for teaching there. U.C. Irvine is clearly as pretentious a school as I imagined it to be. Someone told me not to waste my time because they only want people who have been published in their grad program. Flawless logic. Teach people who have already attained success in publishing, how to attain success in publishing?!?!!? Well, what the fuck do you call blogging?? Right?? Right?? Self-publishing! Anyway, CalArts, the most prestigious of the schools i applied to (any school that produced the creator of Samurai Jack, has to be top flight), actually put me on the short wait list. Some people might be bummed by this, but considering i don't know anyone, have no previous film making experience and the crotch i was yanked from was not lined in platinum, i was flattered. CalArts has impressed me as a cool (but ridiculously expensive) place to go to film school and clearly a great choice for the true artist. However, WAIT LIST MY NUTSACK!! I'm 37. Waiting is not an option. So, This brings us to the upshot. I have an offer from U.C. Riverside's Creative Writing program and get this, they actually offered me a fellowship that is going to pay for my schooling and give me a little extra something so i can hone my craft and not starve to death doing it. You might think this solves all my problems. However, I also had an interview with the world famous and ultra-prestigious USC School of Cinematic Arts. This is the same school where George Lucas, Ron Howard and John Carpenter learned to make films. It is a dream school and I would be nuts to pass it up. The problem is that it is way expensive and too many of the people that start their careers there, end up washing out their first year. So, i must make my decision soon and until i do it will be sleepless nights and internal fights. stay tuned.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Back to That Same Ol' Place Sweet Home...

It's 2am. I sit in a trendy, Irish bar in Forest Park. Trendy and Irish are two words rarely found in the same sentence. I try to write, on a cocktail napkin, the next great American novel or script or even an award winning poem. Nothing comes. The drunk parolee', a few stools down, and his chola girlfriend have commandeered the juke box and now all it plays are U2 songs. All fucking night I have been listening to that filthy, cunt whine about what a bunch of bastards the English are. Jesus, I hate U2. I'm blocked because of it. I guess the homegirl must still have some sense of taste in music to compensate for her bad taste in men, because suddenly an old RHCP song comes on. There it is. Both of the worlds, past and present, old V and new V break away from each other as easily as the noise box changes the tune. I like the new V better. The blood pressure is lower, the anger subsides quicker and the words come easier. I chose the new V or better yet he chose me. But, now i face a great new dilemma. I am at the crossroads once again and the devil has not come to greet me. I must choose alone. No deals this time. It's for keeps and my decision will make or break me. Stay tuned.

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