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| First update in two months OR Back is the Saddle that nobody rides
Greece was good but getting back to Kona is good too. The whole time I was gone I was Jonesin’ to watch a few films.
Star Wars (as a side note did you know that Billy Dee Williams' real name is William December Williams. I only mention it cause it's awesome)
Diner
True Romance
Back To The Future II
Fallen Angels
Evil Dead II (Speaking of Evil Dead II, there is a TV show that I have been Jonesin to watch since 1994, Brisco County Jr. It is coming to DVD in July and it will change my life.)
One From The Heart
I've been struggling through Isabel Allende's House Of The Spirits. It's sort of like getting a headache from the scent of perfume or being run over by a parade float. I'm sure if I press on I'll begin to dislike it. In fact just now as I'm writing this I've decided to abandon it. It seems like I find few things less engaging than the artistic endeavors of the Spanish-speaking world (man, that has to be the stupidest most sweepingly obtuse thing I've written down all day.)
One of the nice side effects about being jetlagged is that I wake up early and eat breakfast. This morning I got up and did a little reading, had some tea, took a leisurely walk up to the campus and waited for breakfast to be served. I read the newspaper while I waited. All in all it was going to be a pleasant start to a workday, I thought. It took me about two hours to realize that it was Saturday and breakfast wasn’t going to be served for another 45 minutes and I didn’t need to come into work at all.
So today instead of working I’m going to go to get a library card, buy some paintbrushes, and start reading Wiseblood instead of The House Of The Spirits.
And Just for the record, I do believe in Francis C. | | |
| A Post For Caroline -AKA- If you can't be a champion have breakfast with one.
I'm currently writing one short story about pirates, three short films about two guys and their death defying shenanigans, the second draft of the Saharawi script, the first draft of a feature film about a tollbooth worker, a short script for a three minute animated film about goblins and store clerks, which I am also designing the characters for. I am preparing to begin writing a horror film about the Yakuza. I am learning to use Dreamweaver so I can create a website for 24Frames, doing corrections for a script about drug trafficking, working as an art director for two short films. One is about burglary the other is about a boy who thinks he’s a demigod. I’ve been learning to play the guitar and to speak and write Japanese. Also, I've been thinking it would be a good idea to write a book comprised of words that express concepts that are unique to their particular culture... and when I say I've been thinking I should write it I really mean that Ben Huddleston should write it.
Anyway those are some of the reason that I haven’t been updating lately.
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Now I’m going to list the top three people/place combinations that I’d like to have breakfast with/at. Understand the people and places are totally dependant on each other. For example I’d love to eat breakfast with Ziyi Zhang in a Pizza Hut Express but not so much in a Denny’s. I’ll also be giving some indication of what we might be eating.
A.) Francis Ford Coppola in a life raft. I can only Imagine we’d be eating rats. I’m also sure that at some point Francis For Coppola would try to eat me…
B.) Lois Lane in an Einstein bros. bagel shop. I imagine I’d get a bagel but she’d probably only get orange juice and then the shop would get attacked by a mummy with a kryptonite soul or something…
C.) Keanu Reeves in a Waffle House. I don’t think this needs an explanation, I mean wouldn’t you?
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Here is a picture of Robert Helpmann, the man who played the Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Mr. Helpmann died in 1986 but he managed to terrify me throughout most of my childhood. I just though you should know…
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| Always having work to do but never getting anything important done. It's probably why I grind my teeth at night.
I finished The Heart of the Matter about a week ago. It left quite an impression on me... though it left me very sad and put me off any romantic idea I ever had of becoming a Catholic. Add it to your list of books to read.
I'm going to Greece for Easter. If I can find a way to leave a bit early and see Drew before he leaves for Asia I will do it.
Maybe just maybe I'll have something more inspired to write later but don't get your hopes up. | | |
| I'M BIG IS SOUTH AMERICA, IN COLUMBIA I'M HUGE.
Budoom bum bum...
Josue emailed me today. Evidently he showed one of my student short films on Columbian television a few months ago. So now because of that it's going to be in a Columbian film festival called "EL ESPEJO"
let me quote Josue
"IT WAS A SURPRISE FOR ME, AFTER WE SHOWED "DANCE,DANCE BOBBY" IN THE TV PROGRAM, NOW COMES THIS INVITATION, THAT I THINK IS VERY SPECIAL."
Big surprise for me too Josue, big surprise indeed.
so if any of you are in Bogota this June you should check it out. | | |
| Ida Kipling 1834 - 1904
David Palmer is dead. The Bears lost in an uncontrollable, gushing knife fight of a game and I am going back to the tropics. Strangely enough I am still in a good mood.
I think one of my favorite experiences of this visit home was driving around a tree-filled graveyard with Kalli at the wheel. We idled around and read the old names and dates. We sought out the especially bizarre looking tombstones, while we sipped cheap 7-11 coffee. We were so warm, cozy and alive in the car and the trees looked so wonderful without any leaves.
The cemetery got me thinking. If I ever write an autobiography I think it’ll take the form of a board game, maybe something in the tradition of Candyland or Life.
I’d gut my basement in order to make the game as sprawling as possible. The pieces would be little soldiers (maybe 8 inches high) each with his own unique uniform and rifle. Each soldier would be whittled from a different kind of wood. Three soldiers in all, Poplar, Cherry and Oak. The players would navigate the extremely detailed pieces through fantastical landscapes. Hand sculpted canyons with hundreds of Spanish windmills spinning away on their ridges. Wintry forests lit by a thousand tiny lanterns.
The obstacles and monsters on the paths would be draped in varying degrees of metaphor. They’d be vividly painted and often animatronic (or holographic if the technology is readily available.)
I would be an eccentric old man and it’d be my eccentric hobby.
All the children of the neighborhood will love to be near it and supply ideas for it. Until one day, probably the day I’d complete the Bottle Green Lake (it will be the greenest water on earth and play host to three wooden warships, with innumerable sails and working canons.) One of the parents will begin circulating a rumor that old-man-Hill is a sexual predator, and that will put an end to that. I’d continue my work alone though. I’d paint and tinker my vision into existence. After completion I would leave specific instructions in my will concerning who was to play it and how. I’m sure the rules would be rather elaborate…
Then Once the game had been played and won the basement-world would destroy itself in a rapturous pyrotechnic display of gold and red.
The End
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