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About Me

ryan tidrick is the name.
I'm an independent film director, producer, writer, cinematographer, editor and composer, among a fine connoisseur of other film-related slave-work (Grip, Boom Op, C-47 Master, etc.). I'm also a photographer, and I take all kinds of photos. I do a lot of freelance work for independent provocateurs, as well as bigger studio work on the side. To know more, visit my film MySpace here .

My profile age may not be my real age.
SOME LINKS:
My Official Site - www.ryantidrick.com
My Films - myspace.com/ryantidrick
My Photography - myspace.com/ryantidrickphotography
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone cold and distant. Someone shaken internally. Someone frozen in grief. Someone devastatingly abused. Someone who is too quiet. Someone who can't learn to love. Someone stuck in rapid thoughts and overloaded senses. Someone who would run to the end of the world, surrounded by the piles of snow and tears, clutching their stomach as starvation eats away, and still can smile at the winter clouds.
Someone like me.
Earth. Even the word sounded strange to me now... unfamiliar. How long had I been gone? How long had I been back? Did it matter? I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current. I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again. But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything.

My Blog

The Great Divide: The Wretched Manifesto

Once upon a timeWe found the wretched sound Carrying on with rhyme As the walls came peeling down The new flesh cascades As the light starts to fade Subconscious lost in the sky& Con...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 17:12:00 GMT

The Crawling Tide: The Wretched Manifesto

  My love was burnt up And tossed to the sea She ran the oceans length But never turned to see me I stood, alive. Something sad and contrived A face living a lie Washed ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 17:06:00 GMT

Approaching the Brink: The Wretched Manifesto

  Searching for ourselves,Who do you want me to be? All our dreams are lost at sea& Alone and asking, "Will she come back for me? This legacy I tried to leave& Knowing it failed ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 11:42:00 GMT

Nostalgic Transgressions: The Wretched Manifesto

Though itll never be enough to fill me up I keep drinking from this empty cup Making foolish choices, once again Dose after dose after dose& cant ever win Its now my turn to ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 11:30:00 GMT

FAUST : prologue

What city am I in? What day? What year? How much time has passed? Everyday is exactly the same... Everything used to be so free and honest... Every moment held something to be discovered. And truth! T...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:45:00 GMT

A Lullaby away from Pain.

Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Knew you were here, Sister confirms suspicions, And beside the note, You left on my bed Where I held you so close. Did...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:04:00 GMT

Even Puppets Dream, Pt. 1.

 "Even puppets dream," she said to him with her eyes glazed over and an arm wrapped around his neck. "They're alive, like you and me; they just don't know it yet." She began to giggle and kissed ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 22:11:00 GMT

PIFF.

I’m pumped. Tomarrow morning I head to Portland to shoot a short film specifically for the Portland International Film Festival... badass. My quasi-godsister Melani Brown was chosen as 1 of 10 f...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 22:35:00 GMT

Quote.

..tr>" I don’t know why I want to do these things, other than my desire to escape from Small Town, U.S.A., to dismiss the boundaries, to explore. It isn’t a bad place where I grew up, but ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 21:14:00 GMT

Ventilate.

Laying on the floor againThinking of the timesPlayed a game called happinessBetween a bullet and a penIf there's only one thing to knowIt's when this world will endVenting on the floor againI've lost ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 01:58:00 GMT