July 2008


This moment finds me struggling hard to appreciate the things I have and to not be consumed by the things I’m missing. The word abnegation comes to mind.

abnegation: the act of renouncing or rejecting something; self-denial

And what do I deny myself? Everything you need a car in Los Angeles and money everywhere to get. And how long do I deny myself? Time and circumstances mostly beyond my control determine how long.

The serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. Good words. Still, right now they ring a bit hollow.

some days today disappears as tomorrow slips silently into view.
some days you sleep the wrong hours and wake up too late to get a damn thing done.
some days you wonder about the point and organize some files on your computer.
some days you need any little thing to do just to keep moving forward.
some days you listen to the music, the perfectly metered guitar and drums, and wish you were out on a stage playing it.
some days you wish would never end and some you wish had never started.

Check it out. I’m sure you’ll have fun. :)

awesome video

Yesterday we went to a screening of a short film we co-produced at the Laemle Theater in West Hollywood. The short which is called “13 Or So Minutes” is part of the New York International Independent Film & Video Festival, or as I like to call it “The Mouthful Film Festival”. It has also been accepted into The Rhode Island Film Festival, the Palm Springs Film Festival, it won the Honolulu Rainbow Film Festival and it was just accepted into the London Film Festival. It was awesome to finally see something we had made up on the big screen. Congratulations to “B” and his crew for winning the festival and for getting into so many others. Props! 11 years on and it just gets better and better. :)

As most of you probably already know George Carlin died. I wanted to take a moment here to write about how brilliantly funny he was. I don’t know of any other comedian who really had George Carlin’s knack for pointing out the hilarious semantic possibilities of the English language, as well as making pointedly funny observations about popular culture. He had a singular talent for taking commonplace words and ideas and making them into phrases that made you laugh until you thought your gut was going to burst. Sadly, I had the opportunity to go see him when I was in junior high or high school but my parents wouldn’t let me. I own two of his books though and they contain sharp, funny things like:

When someone asks you what time it is, glance at your watch and say, “It’s either six-fifteen or Mickey has a hard-on.” Guaranteed they’ll ask someone else.

Griddle cakes, pancakes, hotcakes, flapjacks: why are there four names for grilled batter and only one word for love?

And this rant on our modern society:

MAYBE THEY’LL ADOPT

  • Concerning news coverage at the National Zoo: Do you care if the pandas fuck? I don’t. Why don’t they stop telling us the pandas didn’t fuck again this year? I’m not concerned. I have no emotional stake in panda-fucking. If they want to they will, if not they’ll watch The Price Is Right.
  • Probably the only reason the pandas aren’t fucking on schedule is because some environmental jackoff has moved into the cage with them. Could you get a hard-on if some loser in a green T-shirt was taking your girlfriend’s rectal temperature? Leave these creatures alone. And please God, save the planet from environmentalists.

    Just watched the pilot of Flight of The Conchords and a few minutes of the second episode. And they parodied…wait for it…THE PET SHOP BOYS!

    So two things occurred to me:

    1. My pop music experience has now come full circle since I remember listening to the Pet Shop Boys on the radio when West End Girls had just come out. And now it’s been turned into a joke song for two Kiwis who are singing it to 18 year olds who probably think it’s an original song (at least some of them).

    2. 2000-2010 will go down in history as the Decade of the Geek.