Since I began this blog, I have appreciated all the positive feedback from friends and family. I love writing in this blog, and I'm glad to see many friends also starting blogs. Upon moving to Hollywood, so many strange and exciting things happened that I knew I could never tell my friends the stories to do them justice. I also knew mass emails simply weren't enough. So, the blog has been a perfect outlet.
Recently, I wrote a blog about an actor I met named Doug Jones. Apparently, someone read the blog, and word reached Doug's publicist. Eventually, Doug Jones read the blog and loved it! I was told that he shed a single tear. I'm very thrilled that it could have an impact. So, I decided to make this post a mention of my favorite past blogs. Maybe you missed them, or would enjoy re-reading them.
1. Doug Jones
2. 2004
3. Groundlings classes
4. plight of the homeless
5. Emmy party
And, once upon a time, I asked the question which was the most rad: The sitcom Growing Pains, the movie Harry and the Hendersons, or the album Bad by Michael Jackson. It was a tie between Bad and Growing Pains. Three votes each.
Again, thank you for faithfully reading my blog, all 7 of you. *wink*
Friday, April 29, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
whacky world of extras
Getting your foot in the door in Hollywood is no easy task. There is also no exact formula for getting into the industry. There are many books and guides from “successful” people who give meaningful advice. One of the many methods of getting in the biz is by enlisting into the whacky world of extras. This means you can be in the background of television shows, feature films, and even music videos. And, entering this world is as simple as going to your local Hollywood extras casting center. You stand in line (on tuesday or thursday morning) with hundreds of other wannabe actors, fill out the paperwork, and get your photo taken in a DMV-style booth. Then, you’re in the system. There is a number you call daily to see what type of extras are needed for whatever projects. If you fit the description they’re looking for, you can call the number they give you and book a gig. Usually these gigs are one day, but can be three, or five days on average.
That’s where my old chum Benj enters the picture. He moved to Hollywood from Washington, and he took the extras universe by storm. American Dreams, Summerland,a
random Bruce Campbell Disney film, and several others. He has been on set with David Spade, Carmen Elektra, the mom from Full House, and many other lovely celebrities.
There is also quite a strange sub-culture of extras. These people tend to be cynical, and somewhat odd. My friend Benj actually encountered a group of motorcyclists who go to extra gigs as a group. (A group of motorcycling extras? Who knew?!?) Benj is my hero.
Unfortunately, I never booked anything through extras casting. I just didn’t have the drive. I tried to be a zombie in a low budget zombie film, but it didn’t work out. I had brushes with greatness, but I sadly never graced the big screen with my blurry obscured background face. I congratulate my friend Benj for his success.
If you want to see what I look like, just click here. Then, you can rate me a 10!
That’s where my old chum Benj enters the picture. He moved to Hollywood from Washington, and he took the extras universe by storm. American Dreams, Summerland,a
random Bruce Campbell Disney film, and several others. He has been on set with David Spade, Carmen Elektra, the mom from Full House, and many other lovely celebrities.
There is also quite a strange sub-culture of extras. These people tend to be cynical, and somewhat odd. My friend Benj actually encountered a group of motorcyclists who go to extra gigs as a group. (A group of motorcycling extras? Who knew?!?) Benj is my hero.
Unfortunately, I never booked anything through extras casting. I just didn’t have the drive. I tried to be a zombie in a low budget zombie film, but it didn’t work out. I had brushes with greatness, but I sadly never graced the big screen with my blurry obscured background face. I congratulate my friend Benj for his success.
If you want to see what I look like, just click here. Then, you can rate me a 10!
Saturday, April 23, 2005
art philosophy? I love ted danson
The artist is a receptacle for the emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web. - Pablo Picasso
Some gaze at an obscure piece of modern art, and proclaim, "BRILLIANT!" There is legitimate passion in their appreciation. Not that I can even judge that. However, I observe their passion as an outsider. Don't get me wrong, I love art. But, many people instantly become disinterested upon the very mention of the word "art". However, I think that's an injustice to the word.
Art is anything that holds within it value of beauty or reflections of true feeling. It can be anything, really. But, you can see some things that claim to be art, but are undoubtedly not art. I can't define it, and any attempt to encapsulate that truth into a Webster's definition is a waste of time. I can only verbally hint at what I think of as art.
Just as one may observe an obscure sculptor in a stuffy museum and observe true art, there are other legitimate forms. A twelve year old watching Army of Darkness on a home theatre system can be equally engaged in an artistic endeavor, though motivated differently. I agree with C.S. Lewis that if art loses a certain pop culture appeal, then it has lost a certain sencerity.
All I know is what inpsires me. And, the things that inspire me are weird. I can't explain it. I try to rationalize, articulate, and justify it. But, I can't. I think Vincent Van Gogh was a brilliant artist. I think Mart Twain was a brilliant artist. I even love Russian novels, for crying out loud. But what I can't explain is that I think the latest Freaky Friday starring Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan is true art. The writing, the acting, the set design, the acting. I can't explain it. I don't think that all films are necessarily art, but that one is. I think some films actually qualify as poetry. They have a certain rhythm, and tone. They unfold and develop like John Keats, or something.
Check out Mark Ryden, for some interesting art philosophy.
Read some John Stuart Mill.
Some gaze at an obscure piece of modern art, and proclaim, "BRILLIANT!" There is legitimate passion in their appreciation. Not that I can even judge that. However, I observe their passion as an outsider. Don't get me wrong, I love art. But, many people instantly become disinterested upon the very mention of the word "art". However, I think that's an injustice to the word.
Art is anything that holds within it value of beauty or reflections of true feeling. It can be anything, really. But, you can see some things that claim to be art, but are undoubtedly not art. I can't define it, and any attempt to encapsulate that truth into a Webster's definition is a waste of time. I can only verbally hint at what I think of as art.
Just as one may observe an obscure sculptor in a stuffy museum and observe true art, there are other legitimate forms. A twelve year old watching Army of Darkness on a home theatre system can be equally engaged in an artistic endeavor, though motivated differently. I agree with C.S. Lewis that if art loses a certain pop culture appeal, then it has lost a certain sencerity.
All I know is what inpsires me. And, the things that inspire me are weird. I can't explain it. I try to rationalize, articulate, and justify it. But, I can't. I think Vincent Van Gogh was a brilliant artist. I think Mart Twain was a brilliant artist. I even love Russian novels, for crying out loud. But what I can't explain is that I think the latest Freaky Friday starring Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan is true art. The writing, the acting, the set design, the acting. I can't explain it. I don't think that all films are necessarily art, but that one is. I think some films actually qualify as poetry. They have a certain rhythm, and tone. They unfold and develop like John Keats, or something.
Check out Mark Ryden, for some interesting art philosophy.
Read some John Stuart Mill.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
career quest
East Tennessee is kind of hot and humid today. I'm kind of hungry. I haven't eaten much today. Breakfast was a few bites of "original" flavor cream of wheat. Lunch was a grilled cheese sandwich and a few sips of tomato soup. Why soup on a hot day? I felt like it was pleasing to the stomach.
I have been searching for a full time job for almost two months now. The search is arduous, and so far unrewarding, and disappointing. No one told me that looking for a job was so strange or demanding. It's sort of like having a job, only you don't get paid and there is no reward, as of yet.
Job searching on the internet is interesting. It's a series of sorting through jobs that I don't want, I'm not qualified for, or they're too far away. I'm getting to the point of desperation where I am actually considering following up on a job lead in Jacksonville, Florida. Could there be a more deplorable place in the country to live? (Well, ok, Ohio.)
I have even begun applying at various Blockbusters in the area, in the attempt to do something different and begin getting a paycheck. Oh, man, this is no fun. However, free rentals would be nice.
I have been searching for a full time job for almost two months now. The search is arduous, and so far unrewarding, and disappointing. No one told me that looking for a job was so strange or demanding. It's sort of like having a job, only you don't get paid and there is no reward, as of yet.
Job searching on the internet is interesting. It's a series of sorting through jobs that I don't want, I'm not qualified for, or they're too far away. I'm getting to the point of desperation where I am actually considering following up on a job lead in Jacksonville, Florida. Could there be a more deplorable place in the country to live? (Well, ok, Ohio.)
I have even begun applying at various Blockbusters in the area, in the attempt to do something different and begin getting a paycheck. Oh, man, this is no fun. However, free rentals would be nice.
Friday, April 15, 2005
a real thriller
I would like to begin this blog on a serious note. As many of you are aware, there is a terrible genocide happening in Darfur, Africa. If you want to learn more, click here to visit the official web site. They explain it in more detail and show how you can help. I encourage a financial donation. In the ultimate scheme of things, what's ten dollars? It could greatly impact the world for good.
Last night, I was dining in the classy Pizza Inn establishment in Jefferson City, Tennessee. My friend Joe and I were discussing the Micheal Jackson trial. Our friendly local waitress brought us some refills, and impulsively, I asked her, "Ma'am, do you think Michael Jackson is a robot?"
She huffed, and with mild disdain, replied "The fact that you even mentioned his name ruined my night." She was only half-joking, I imagine.
And, kids, I've fought this blog for a long time. I didn't want to mention Michael Jackson on my blog. However, I can't fight the forces anymore. Almost everyone I've spoken with has an opinion of the current molestation trial. Most people I've asked assume he's guilty. I would love to know how my blog readers feel about this trial, the media's behavior, and your feelings on Michael himself.
You see, I'm torn. I remember, as a kid, watching the "Bad" video on MTV. I'm all too familiar with the Thriller album and video. I like all his videos, in fact. I think Moonwalker is, on different levels, an astounding and creative artistic achievement. So, as someone who has appreciated Michael's music, dance moves, short films (or videos, or whatever you want to call them), I feel that I have a personal investment in what's happening with this Jackson trial. I suspect many people feel the same.
I want him to be innocent, but I have a deep disturbing feeling that there's too much circumstantial evidence for him to be totally clean. Even if he's found innocent in this trial, his bizarre image is mauled even more, permanently. At least, in my eyes. Please, feel free to comment your opinions. Be open and honest, because even admitting my admiration for MJ makes me feel awkward. Is there any separation anymore between his "art" and his public image?
Here is an exciting web site that follows the Jackson trial day by day. Thanks, E! Entertainment!
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
pearls to pigs
Recently, a new poem was discovered by playwright Tennessee Williams. At the time the poem was written, Williams was 25 years old, and still an undergraduate at Washington University. He wrote a play for an English class contest, which failed miserably. He was also failing his Greek course. The seventeen line poem, called "Blue Song", is about Williams' dispair.
This story resonates with me, and I find it oddly inspiring. So, here is some poetry directly inspired by Tennessee Williams' "Blue Song".
pearls to pigs
hours drift to days
like the haze of the morning fog
so deathly still
so mournful is the morning tree shadow
in the hills, their mystery remains
cold shadows remain
in the heart of one who gazes
gazing at transitional woes
troubling failures whispering consequences
staring at the walls
all the while
hours drift to days
like the afternoon clouds
drifting slowly like giant blimps against
blue sky in no hurry
clouds drift like hour hands on a clock
I wrote some poetry in an earlier blog called soul poetry, in case you missed it.
This story resonates with me, and I find it oddly inspiring. So, here is some poetry directly inspired by Tennessee Williams' "Blue Song".
pearls to pigs
hours drift to days
like the haze of the morning fog
so deathly still
so mournful is the morning tree shadow
in the hills, their mystery remains
cold shadows remain
in the heart of one who gazes
gazing at transitional woes
troubling failures whispering consequences
staring at the walls
all the while
hours drift to days
like the afternoon clouds
drifting slowly like giant blimps against
blue sky in no hurry
clouds drift like hour hands on a clock
I wrote some poetry in an earlier blog called soul poetry, in case you missed it.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Doug Jones
Artist
1.One, such as a painter, sculptor, or writer, who is able by virtue of imagination and talent or skill to create works
of aesthetic value, especially in the fine arts.
2.A person whose work shows exceptional creative ability or skill: You are an artist in the kitchen.
3.One, such as an actor or singer, who works in the performing arts.
I clearly remember the first time I met Doug Jones. My roommate and I met Doug for breakfast at a trendy L.A. cafe called The Aroma. I had only been in L.A. for three or four days, so meeting a real life working actor was a real treat. The only thing I knew about Doug before I met him was that he had been in a series of McDonald's
commercials in the 80's. (Remember the McDonald's commercial where that crescent-moon-head-guy plays the piano? That was Doug.) I had to think about the 80's commercial for a minute to remember it.
The Aroma is in Studio City, next to a quaint little residential neighborhood. (Quaint little suburban homes in Studio City are in the neighborhood of $500,000 to 3 or 4 $million). Anyhoo, we parked there on the curb for convenience. My first sight of Doug was the gangly 40 something man emerging from his brown 80's Porsche, a warm smile on his face and his arms wide open.He embraced me tightly, his soul bursting with love. It was instant destiny. I loved this man.
We sat, ate lunch, and laughed. Doug asked me about my goals in Hollywood, and he told me a bit of his legacy. To my delight, I learned that he had been in a string of 80's horror films. He was in Night Angel and NewlyDeads just to name a couple. Doug has a niche in the science fiction film market. He usually plays ghouls, monsters, or alien creatures. Think that's a bad thing? He's actually my hero. He's quite a contortionist. He has a whacky imagination, and he can adapt to almost any role.
I was also delighted to learn that Doug has been under Tim Burton in the film Batman Returns. He has parts in Adaptation, Mystery Men, and was in a number of sketches on In Living Color. He's also Abe Sapien in Hellboy. He would probably be embarassed if he read this, because he's very humble. He works consistently, and I'm constantly learning new projects he played a part in. It may be in poor taste for me to recite part of his resume, but I feel oddly connected to Doug. I appreciate his quirky style, and his optimistic work ethic.
I went to a party at a friend's house. Her name is Hunter. I wish I could tell you how gorgeous (she) and her house are. When I first went there, Doug gave me a piggy-back tour of the whole place. I love making Doug laugh, and he also seems to crack me up most of the time. In the get-togethers, he is gracious enough to invite groups of struggling twenty-somethings to socialize, and get connected in such a disconnected society. We watched short films, ate, laughed, and had terrific times. Doug's wife is an angel.
Being an artist seems like an elusive thing to me. Someone can paint a tree on a canvas, but they're not necessarily an artist. An artist, to me, is someone who creates things that I feel a connection to. There may be something subconscious, or emotional that creates a kinship. I feel that the title "artist" is handed out far too loosely in our pop culture. To me, an artist is genuinely inspiring, and inspired themselves. They create because they are creative. They have something to say, with art. And, you feel that magic. To me, Doug Jones is truly an artist.
He's creative, and he's brimming with sincere love and humility. I appreciate that he reached out to me and shared some adventure with me in Los Angeles.
1.One, such as a painter, sculptor, or writer, who is able by virtue of imagination and talent or skill to create works
of aesthetic value, especially in the fine arts.
2.A person whose work shows exceptional creative ability or skill: You are an artist in the kitchen.
3.One, such as an actor or singer, who works in the performing arts.
I clearly remember the first time I met Doug Jones. My roommate and I met Doug for breakfast at a trendy L.A. cafe called The Aroma. I had only been in L.A. for three or four days, so meeting a real life working actor was a real treat. The only thing I knew about Doug before I met him was that he had been in a series of McDonald's
commercials in the 80's. (Remember the McDonald's commercial where that crescent-moon-head-guy plays the piano? That was Doug.) I had to think about the 80's commercial for a minute to remember it.
The Aroma is in Studio City, next to a quaint little residential neighborhood. (Quaint little suburban homes in Studio City are in the neighborhood of $500,000 to 3 or 4 $million). Anyhoo, we parked there on the curb for convenience. My first sight of Doug was the gangly 40 something man emerging from his brown 80's Porsche, a warm smile on his face and his arms wide open.He embraced me tightly, his soul bursting with love. It was instant destiny. I loved this man.
We sat, ate lunch, and laughed. Doug asked me about my goals in Hollywood, and he told me a bit of his legacy. To my delight, I learned that he had been in a string of 80's horror films. He was in Night Angel and NewlyDeads just to name a couple. Doug has a niche in the science fiction film market. He usually plays ghouls, monsters, or alien creatures. Think that's a bad thing? He's actually my hero. He's quite a contortionist. He has a whacky imagination, and he can adapt to almost any role.
I was also delighted to learn that Doug has been under Tim Burton in the film Batman Returns. He has parts in Adaptation, Mystery Men, and was in a number of sketches on In Living Color. He's also Abe Sapien in Hellboy. He would probably be embarassed if he read this, because he's very humble. He works consistently, and I'm constantly learning new projects he played a part in. It may be in poor taste for me to recite part of his resume, but I feel oddly connected to Doug. I appreciate his quirky style, and his optimistic work ethic.
I went to a party at a friend's house. Her name is Hunter. I wish I could tell you how gorgeous (she) and her house are. When I first went there, Doug gave me a piggy-back tour of the whole place. I love making Doug laugh, and he also seems to crack me up most of the time. In the get-togethers, he is gracious enough to invite groups of struggling twenty-somethings to socialize, and get connected in such a disconnected society. We watched short films, ate, laughed, and had terrific times. Doug's wife is an angel.
Being an artist seems like an elusive thing to me. Someone can paint a tree on a canvas, but they're not necessarily an artist. An artist, to me, is someone who creates things that I feel a connection to. There may be something subconscious, or emotional that creates a kinship. I feel that the title "artist" is handed out far too loosely in our pop culture. To me, an artist is genuinely inspiring, and inspired themselves. They create because they are creative. They have something to say, with art. And, you feel that magic. To me, Doug Jones is truly an artist.
He's creative, and he's brimming with sincere love and humility. I appreciate that he reached out to me and shared some adventure with me in Los Angeles.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
a second chance
A few weeks ago, I saw a film called "Sideways" and wrote a review of it, of sorts, on this site. I was quite harsh on it, calling it "mediocre schlock", stating that these characters were broken and empty. And, this is exactly the kind of trash Hollywood loves to shower with critical praise. (As if "Hollywood" is a person.) Well, I have to say, I saw this film again a couple of nights ago, and my opinion has shifted. Maybe I was too hard on it.
Upon a second viewing, I realize that the characters are endearing. They are broken. But, that's how real people are. The second time around, I didn't take the characters so seriously. That was my mistake the first time. I think I took the characters too seriously because the acting is so good. And, the writing is good. But, if you remember that it's all for play-pretend, it's not so offensive. And, it's hilarious in places. I laughed out loud multiple times. In fact, I bought it on DVD. I've never flip-flopped on a film like this. But, the packaging is beautiful and the extra features are great. Check it out, but remember: Don't take it too seriously.
Upon a second viewing, I realize that the characters are endearing. They are broken. But, that's how real people are. The second time around, I didn't take the characters so seriously. That was my mistake the first time. I think I took the characters too seriously because the acting is so good. And, the writing is good. But, if you remember that it's all for play-pretend, it's not so offensive. And, it's hilarious in places. I laughed out loud multiple times. In fact, I bought it on DVD. I've never flip-flopped on a film like this. But, the packaging is beautiful and the extra features are great. Check it out, but remember: Don't take it too seriously.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Guero
It's hard to believe that Beck is 34 years old now. It's tough to believe that Beck's first big hit, "Loser", was over ten years ago. That song put him on the map, and made me a fan.
The appeal of Beck for me is found on albums such as "Mellow Gold", "One Foot in the Grave", and "Stereopathetic Soulmanure". Parts (or most) of these albums sound like Beck dug a guitar out of the trash can and recorded an album on a run-down cassette tape. There are bizarre sound effects, dialouge, and trippy musical twists. Lyrically, he's hilarious and visual.He's got a great mellow voice, and dance moves that will wake the dead.
Overall, "Odelay" is probably the most solid Beck album. It showcases almost the full range of his creativity, and style. The Dust Brothers transformed Odelay from an acoustic exploration into a beatbox deejay 70's/80's explosion. If you're not very familiar with Beck, I recommend "Odelay" as the perfect introduction.
It's also important to understand that every Beck album is completely different. Creatively ambitious, you never know which direction Beck will go with his sound.
The "Guero" album comes in the wake of the "Midnite Vultures" dance album, and the dark "Sea Change" soul exploration. Going back to the Dust Brothers, "Guero" has a similar sound to "Odelay." However, the tone is more consistent than "Odelay" throughout the album. Rather than covering the whole genre map, Beck sticks closer to a mid-tempo, blues/rock vibe. But, it is unfair to try to categorize it.
Influenced by life in L.A., the title track, "Que Ondo Guero", the song opens with rapid lyrical descriptions of Hispanic and homeless men. There is vague Hispanic dialouge happening in the background, behind the "Odelay"-style beat.
Lyrically, "Guero" is looser than "Odelay." Beck seems to be addressing deeper, more adult feelings of life. He still retains the appeal of an artist taking chances and exploring new ideas. As cheesey as it sounds, "Guero" says to me, "Hey, I'm Beck. I'm 34. This is where I am right now in life." And, I love it.
The appeal of Beck for me is found on albums such as "Mellow Gold", "One Foot in the Grave", and "Stereopathetic Soulmanure". Parts (or most) of these albums sound like Beck dug a guitar out of the trash can and recorded an album on a run-down cassette tape. There are bizarre sound effects, dialouge, and trippy musical twists. Lyrically, he's hilarious and visual.He's got a great mellow voice, and dance moves that will wake the dead.
Overall, "Odelay" is probably the most solid Beck album. It showcases almost the full range of his creativity, and style. The Dust Brothers transformed Odelay from an acoustic exploration into a beatbox deejay 70's/80's explosion. If you're not very familiar with Beck, I recommend "Odelay" as the perfect introduction.
It's also important to understand that every Beck album is completely different. Creatively ambitious, you never know which direction Beck will go with his sound.
The "Guero" album comes in the wake of the "Midnite Vultures" dance album, and the dark "Sea Change" soul exploration. Going back to the Dust Brothers, "Guero" has a similar sound to "Odelay." However, the tone is more consistent than "Odelay" throughout the album. Rather than covering the whole genre map, Beck sticks closer to a mid-tempo, blues/rock vibe. But, it is unfair to try to categorize it.
Influenced by life in L.A., the title track, "Que Ondo Guero", the song opens with rapid lyrical descriptions of Hispanic and homeless men. There is vague Hispanic dialouge happening in the background, behind the "Odelay"-style beat.
Lyrically, "Guero" is looser than "Odelay." Beck seems to be addressing deeper, more adult feelings of life. He still retains the appeal of an artist taking chances and exploring new ideas. As cheesey as it sounds, "Guero" says to me, "Hey, I'm Beck. I'm 34. This is where I am right now in life." And, I love it.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Beck
I may not be much with my book learnin' or rithmatic, but I know a few things. One of those things is that one of my favorite artists on the planet is Beck. His new album comes out tuesday, March 29. It's called "Guero". I haven't heard any of it, but I'm going to be in the store early to grab my copy. If you've never heard Beck, you should check him out on AllMusic.com.
He also has an official web site, just click here.
One of Beck's favorite web site is a site called slow wave. You can submit dreams you've had, and artists will illustrate it.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Quakers really know how to party
I grew up Baptist. I still consider myself Baptist, although my faith within that Baptist context is an organic journey. I crave constant growth and expansion, spiritually. I think on some levels, everyone does.
In college I had an assignment to go to a church that was a different denomination for a Christian History class. I went to a Greek Orthodox church. It was quite a strange and incredible experience that changed my life. I can blog that later. That got the proverbial ball rolling. I began exploring other denominations, and visiting other churches. On paper, I knew myself to be partly Quaker. My beliefs line up with a conservative Quaker view, for the most part. There’s an amazing test you can take on beliefnet.com. You take the Belief-O-Matic test, and it tells you what religious/spiritual belief you most closely align with. After taking the test, I aligned mostly with the Quaker faith.
Not having studied Quakers much, I sort of took a crash course. One of my professors, Dr. Lee, is a Quaker. I went to his meeting house, and it was an incredible experience.
Without explaining too much Quaker history, here is modern Quaker belief in a nutshell: since all Christians are equal through the Holy Spirit, there are no appointed "pastors" or whatnot. Every Christian is supposed to lift each other up in a communal way, without relying too much on a ceremonial or elevated person. Definitely, natural leadership abilities and talents will rise to the surface, and people will take their natural places in society. That’s the idea. A Quaker meeting is not referred to as a "service" in most cases. It’s a meeting. Quakers are also known as the Society of Friends. When they meet on sunday, rather than having a program, music, singing, sermon, or ceremony, they do quite the opposite. They sit in total quiet. It is a time of communal meditation. Anyone can speak, if they feel lead to speak. But otherwise, everyone meditates in total silence. In the Quaker meeting I was in, the room was almost all windows. There was a beautiful panoramic view of the lush green woods. There were skylights, and a gentle cieling fan clicking quietly. Everyone, as their name implies, was genuinely friendly. I was with three or four friends. The seats were arranged in a square fashion, with everyone facing each other.
As we first entered the meeting, I was apprehensive and awkward about sitting still in front of everyone. However, the Quaker Friends at the meeting were long time experieced Quakers, so they didn’t take special notice to us. Some had their eyes closed. Some not. Some were teenagers, some old. Once you enter the room, you must maintain the silence, unless lead to speak. At first, I was distracted and thinking of my surroundings. However, it didn’t take long to enter a deep and genuine state of meditation. God spoke to me in an incredibly deep way during that silence. It’s one thing to be alone, but there’s a wonderful power when you’re meditating with a group of people. There’s a certain energy.
The time drifted and, as cliche as it sounds, seemed to stop. Observing nature, and listening to the inner Spirit, I honestly honed my focus. It was amazing. About 45 minutes or so into it, a woman in the corner suddenly began speaking. She said she had a garden, and she had been trying to make a certain plant grow. It kept being overrun by weeds. She kept trying to pull all the weeds, but they kept overtaking her. Eventually, she gave up and let the weeds grow. When they bloomed, they were an astonishing and beautiful bud. She looked it up in one of her flower books, and found that it was a rare type of plant. She used that as a lesson that God has better plans than we do. Amazing.
The Quaker experience was incredible, and I wish this blog did it justice. If you want to learn more, you can go to beliefnet.com and take the test for yourself.
In college I had an assignment to go to a church that was a different denomination for a Christian History class. I went to a Greek Orthodox church. It was quite a strange and incredible experience that changed my life. I can blog that later. That got the proverbial ball rolling. I began exploring other denominations, and visiting other churches. On paper, I knew myself to be partly Quaker. My beliefs line up with a conservative Quaker view, for the most part. There’s an amazing test you can take on beliefnet.com. You take the Belief-O-Matic test, and it tells you what religious/spiritual belief you most closely align with. After taking the test, I aligned mostly with the Quaker faith.
Not having studied Quakers much, I sort of took a crash course. One of my professors, Dr. Lee, is a Quaker. I went to his meeting house, and it was an incredible experience.
Without explaining too much Quaker history, here is modern Quaker belief in a nutshell: since all Christians are equal through the Holy Spirit, there are no appointed "pastors" or whatnot. Every Christian is supposed to lift each other up in a communal way, without relying too much on a ceremonial or elevated person. Definitely, natural leadership abilities and talents will rise to the surface, and people will take their natural places in society. That’s the idea. A Quaker meeting is not referred to as a "service" in most cases. It’s a meeting. Quakers are also known as the Society of Friends. When they meet on sunday, rather than having a program, music, singing, sermon, or ceremony, they do quite the opposite. They sit in total quiet. It is a time of communal meditation. Anyone can speak, if they feel lead to speak. But otherwise, everyone meditates in total silence. In the Quaker meeting I was in, the room was almost all windows. There was a beautiful panoramic view of the lush green woods. There were skylights, and a gentle cieling fan clicking quietly. Everyone, as their name implies, was genuinely friendly. I was with three or four friends. The seats were arranged in a square fashion, with everyone facing each other.
As we first entered the meeting, I was apprehensive and awkward about sitting still in front of everyone. However, the Quaker Friends at the meeting were long time experieced Quakers, so they didn’t take special notice to us. Some had their eyes closed. Some not. Some were teenagers, some old. Once you enter the room, you must maintain the silence, unless lead to speak. At first, I was distracted and thinking of my surroundings. However, it didn’t take long to enter a deep and genuine state of meditation. God spoke to me in an incredibly deep way during that silence. It’s one thing to be alone, but there’s a wonderful power when you’re meditating with a group of people. There’s a certain energy.
The time drifted and, as cliche as it sounds, seemed to stop. Observing nature, and listening to the inner Spirit, I honestly honed my focus. It was amazing. About 45 minutes or so into it, a woman in the corner suddenly began speaking. She said she had a garden, and she had been trying to make a certain plant grow. It kept being overrun by weeds. She kept trying to pull all the weeds, but they kept overtaking her. Eventually, she gave up and let the weeds grow. When they bloomed, they were an astonishing and beautiful bud. She looked it up in one of her flower books, and found that it was a rare type of plant. She used that as a lesson that God has better plans than we do. Amazing.
The Quaker experience was incredible, and I wish this blog did it justice. If you want to learn more, you can go to beliefnet.com and take the test for yourself.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
A Rose by any other name...is still a weird story
Working at Universal studios gave me a unique opportunity too meet interesting and diverse people. Through one of the girls at Starbucks, I got to meet her boyfriend, the lead singer of Green Jelly. There are probably only 17 people in the country who would care about that. For me, it was exciting.
As anyone who knows me knows, I'm a huge hit with the ladies. Sometimes I even shock myself with how awesome I am. Um...or, not. I get delusional.
I don't know how to be "smooth" with the ladies. I see other guys with the lines, and the cologne, and the "right stuff." I don't know how any of that works. I'm just a simple guy who wants a relationship. Is it ever that simple? Nope.
Universal is where I met Rose. She worked outside the movie theater, selling this movie/dinner deal. There are two requirements for this job: you have to be female, and attractive. No skinny white nerds. I think Rose was from Puerto Rico, or Venezuela, or something. But, she was very beautiful, and to my surprise, friendly. She had a nice smile, and she turned a lot of heads. I was happy to learn that she had a college degree, and she wanted to be a lawyer. That made her even more attractive to me. I began talking to her, (and all the other girls who worked outside the movie theater). It didn't take long before I realized I was interested in this young lady. Why not ask her out, right?
After seeing her on multiple occassions, mostly while "working", I decided the moment was at hand. Rose's friend was my relationshp liason, and a little devil on my shoulder. She kept telling me to ask Rose out, she would go for it. So, one day, the moment of truth arrived. I felt like a nervous 16 year old dork asking a girl to a school dance, or something. My palms were sweaty. I walked over to Rose, where she was "working." (By working, I mean standing outside the theater one afternoon, bored.) and I started some mindless chit chat. I tried to organically move the conversation toward me asking her out, but it didn't happen. I was running short on time, and I knew I had to act fast. So, I began stammering. "Um,...you know,...I was just wondering, since we only see each other at work,...there's this place...could eat lunch,...or..."
It was the most awkward moment of my life. She was clearly uncomfortable. She tripped over her words nervously as she replied. "Um...I have to check my schedule. So,..I don't know."
Check her schedule?!? I walked away in humiliation. That line, "check my schedule", is worse than "I have to wash my hair." That's awful! So, in my embarassment, I walked away in defeat. I guess there's no such thing as a sure thing.
In the days following, I prayed that I wouldn't see Rose at work. I was afraid it would be far too humiliating. One afternoon, my relationship liason, Rose's friend, approached me.
"Evan! Rose was really happy you asked her out the other day. She said she wishes you'd been more confident, though. She really did have to check her schedule."
What?!?
"I think if you ask her out, she would definitely go with you. You just have to be more confident."
Um...okay. So, it wasn't just a line? Well, I guess that was good news, at the time. It's what I wanted to hear. So, the next time I saw Rose at work, I quickly approached her.
"Hi, Rose. So,...I know things were somewhat off-track the other day. It's just that, well, since you don't work tomorrow, we should have lunch."
"Um...I already told some friends of mine that I would have lunch with them. Sorry."
"What about the next day?"
"Oh,...um,...I'm busy. Sorry."
Shot down. Twice. That's miserable.
A few days later I flew to Tennessee for a wedding, and when I came back to L.A., Rose had quit her job. So, I guess I'll never see her again. It's probably for the best, though.
Plus, one time I saw Drew Carey at Bob's Big Boy.
As anyone who knows me knows, I'm a huge hit with the ladies. Sometimes I even shock myself with how awesome I am. Um...or, not. I get delusional.
I don't know how to be "smooth" with the ladies. I see other guys with the lines, and the cologne, and the "right stuff." I don't know how any of that works. I'm just a simple guy who wants a relationship. Is it ever that simple? Nope.
Universal is where I met Rose. She worked outside the movie theater, selling this movie/dinner deal. There are two requirements for this job: you have to be female, and attractive. No skinny white nerds. I think Rose was from Puerto Rico, or Venezuela, or something. But, she was very beautiful, and to my surprise, friendly. She had a nice smile, and she turned a lot of heads. I was happy to learn that she had a college degree, and she wanted to be a lawyer. That made her even more attractive to me. I began talking to her, (and all the other girls who worked outside the movie theater). It didn't take long before I realized I was interested in this young lady. Why not ask her out, right?
After seeing her on multiple occassions, mostly while "working", I decided the moment was at hand. Rose's friend was my relationshp liason, and a little devil on my shoulder. She kept telling me to ask Rose out, she would go for it. So, one day, the moment of truth arrived. I felt like a nervous 16 year old dork asking a girl to a school dance, or something. My palms were sweaty. I walked over to Rose, where she was "working." (By working, I mean standing outside the theater one afternoon, bored.) and I started some mindless chit chat. I tried to organically move the conversation toward me asking her out, but it didn't happen. I was running short on time, and I knew I had to act fast. So, I began stammering. "Um,...you know,...I was just wondering, since we only see each other at work,...there's this place...could eat lunch,...or..."
It was the most awkward moment of my life. She was clearly uncomfortable. She tripped over her words nervously as she replied. "Um...I have to check my schedule. So,..I don't know."
Check her schedule?!? I walked away in humiliation. That line, "check my schedule", is worse than "I have to wash my hair." That's awful! So, in my embarassment, I walked away in defeat. I guess there's no such thing as a sure thing.
In the days following, I prayed that I wouldn't see Rose at work. I was afraid it would be far too humiliating. One afternoon, my relationship liason, Rose's friend, approached me.
"Evan! Rose was really happy you asked her out the other day. She said she wishes you'd been more confident, though. She really did have to check her schedule."
What?!?
"I think if you ask her out, she would definitely go with you. You just have to be more confident."
Um...okay. So, it wasn't just a line? Well, I guess that was good news, at the time. It's what I wanted to hear. So, the next time I saw Rose at work, I quickly approached her.
"Hi, Rose. So,...I know things were somewhat off-track the other day. It's just that, well, since you don't work tomorrow, we should have lunch."
"Um...I already told some friends of mine that I would have lunch with them. Sorry."
"What about the next day?"
"Oh,...um,...I'm busy. Sorry."
Shot down. Twice. That's miserable.
A few days later I flew to Tennessee for a wedding, and when I came back to L.A., Rose had quit her job. So, I guess I'll never see her again. It's probably for the best, though.
Plus, one time I saw Drew Carey at Bob's Big Boy.
Monday, March 07, 2005
rad contest
Ladies and gentlemen, earlier I posted a blog called most rad. I asked anyone to vote for which of the following was the most rad:
Michael Jackson - Bad album
Growing Pains - sitcom
Harry and the Hendersons - delightful family/comedy movie
So far, I've got two votes for Growing Pains, and 0 for anything else. I can see it, though. Kirk Cameron is amazing, and I saw Alan Thicke (Dad on Growing Pains) on Celebrity Fear Factor tonight. I love hokey sitcoms. It's tough to compete.
But, don't forget, Michael Jackson's Bad album contains such hits as "Bad", "Smooth Criminal", and "Man in the Mirror". It was also the time when Mike busted out the black leather outfit. Martin Scorsese directed the "Bad" video. It was definitely the late 80's, in full force. Scary.
Harry and the Hendersons still has cheese-ball appeal, and low budget acting legend John Lithgow. And don't forget character actor, Emmet Walsh. He was kind of a friendlier John Voight. And then, of course, we have Big Foot himself, Harry.
So far: Bad - 0 Growing Pains - 2 H and the H - 0
It's still anybody's game. If you want to vote, leave it in the comment, or email me.
Michael Jackson - Bad album
Growing Pains - sitcom
Harry and the Hendersons - delightful family/comedy movie
So far, I've got two votes for Growing Pains, and 0 for anything else. I can see it, though. Kirk Cameron is amazing, and I saw Alan Thicke (Dad on Growing Pains) on Celebrity Fear Factor tonight. I love hokey sitcoms. It's tough to compete.
But, don't forget, Michael Jackson's Bad album contains such hits as "Bad", "Smooth Criminal", and "Man in the Mirror". It was also the time when Mike busted out the black leather outfit. Martin Scorsese directed the "Bad" video. It was definitely the late 80's, in full force. Scary.
Harry and the Hendersons still has cheese-ball appeal, and low budget acting legend John Lithgow. And don't forget character actor, Emmet Walsh. He was kind of a friendlier John Voight. And then, of course, we have Big Foot himself, Harry.
So far: Bad - 0 Growing Pains - 2 H and the H - 0
It's still anybody's game. If you want to vote, leave it in the comment, or email me.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
mediocre schlock
I can now say (somewhat proudly) that I have seen all the Oscar nominated films for Best Picture. All the ones I had seen were teriffic. There were only two on the list that I probably would not have seen without Oscar exposure. Million Dollar Baby I might have seen, but I'm not sure. The one film I definitely would not have seen, or probably even heard of, is Sideways. It looked like a really interesting film based on all the buzz. And, the fact that it was nominated for five Academy Awards, including Best Adapted Screenplay, and Best Picture, really sparked my interest. So, yesterday I went a little out of my way to take a chance on a film I would not have seen otherwise. My reaction was clear.
In the past few years, there have been a few controversial picks for Best Picture, like Gladiator and Erin Brokovich. Some of these movies just don't seem to have what it takes to actually be Best Picture. And, of course, some films that should get acknowledgement are overlooked.
Sideways is terrible. I guess Thomas Haden Church's performance is worthy, or whatever, but I don't fully understand the Oscar love. I think it's simply Hollywood trying to make a point by proving that they have a keen eye for indie films, or something. To me, this is a dark film about broken empty lives sinking even deeper into disaster and loss. It has the kind of bleak outlook on life that many critically acclaimed indies have. It's a gritty "realistic" style that appeals to Hollywood types. However, the nomination of this film is just proof that Hollywood has a cynical artsy perspective of life. I felt so drained when I walked out of the theater, I wanted to purify myself of such a sad experience. So, I drank RC cola and listened to Michael Jackson. Hey, it doesn't work for everyone, but it did wonders for me.
I mean, I can understand the acting acknowledgements. I really can appreciate it. But, the writing didn't seem that great, and Best Picture? Um, no. And I know what you're thinking at this point: "Evan, you're obsessed with this Oscar thing. What's the big deal?" My answer, is, I dunno. I think it's just that the Oscars sort of objectify what Hollywood stands for. These are the films, and the people, that Hollywood chooses to bestow importance upon. But, not everyone in Hollywood agrees with the Oscars. And, the American public certainly doesn't. That's why movies like Dude Where's My Car, and Old School get made. Not that these are bad, or that Oscar films are wholly superior. I just think the Oscars are, or should be, somewhat of a reflection of American pop culture. What do we value? What do we say is important? One thing The Passion of the Christ taught me is that many good and valuable films transcend the importance of having awards. And, I learned the same lesson when a yuppie nightmare film like Sideways was so highly praised.
All the other Best Picture nominations were great, even though Million Dollar Baby was bleak, too. It didn't seem as dreary as Sideways, though. Anyway, all the other ones are great. So, I don't know why Sideways is so bad. But, this is probably all I'll have to say about the Oscars this year. I'm done. I can return to regularly scheduled programming after this.
In the past few years, there have been a few controversial picks for Best Picture, like Gladiator and Erin Brokovich. Some of these movies just don't seem to have what it takes to actually be Best Picture. And, of course, some films that should get acknowledgement are overlooked.
Sideways is terrible. I guess Thomas Haden Church's performance is worthy, or whatever, but I don't fully understand the Oscar love. I think it's simply Hollywood trying to make a point by proving that they have a keen eye for indie films, or something. To me, this is a dark film about broken empty lives sinking even deeper into disaster and loss. It has the kind of bleak outlook on life that many critically acclaimed indies have. It's a gritty "realistic" style that appeals to Hollywood types. However, the nomination of this film is just proof that Hollywood has a cynical artsy perspective of life. I felt so drained when I walked out of the theater, I wanted to purify myself of such a sad experience. So, I drank RC cola and listened to Michael Jackson. Hey, it doesn't work for everyone, but it did wonders for me.
I mean, I can understand the acting acknowledgements. I really can appreciate it. But, the writing didn't seem that great, and Best Picture? Um, no. And I know what you're thinking at this point: "Evan, you're obsessed with this Oscar thing. What's the big deal?" My answer, is, I dunno. I think it's just that the Oscars sort of objectify what Hollywood stands for. These are the films, and the people, that Hollywood chooses to bestow importance upon. But, not everyone in Hollywood agrees with the Oscars. And, the American public certainly doesn't. That's why movies like Dude Where's My Car, and Old School get made. Not that these are bad, or that Oscar films are wholly superior. I just think the Oscars are, or should be, somewhat of a reflection of American pop culture. What do we value? What do we say is important? One thing The Passion of the Christ taught me is that many good and valuable films transcend the importance of having awards. And, I learned the same lesson when a yuppie nightmare film like Sideways was so highly praised.
All the other Best Picture nominations were great, even though Million Dollar Baby was bleak, too. It didn't seem as dreary as Sideways, though. Anyway, all the other ones are great. So, I don't know why Sideways is so bad. But, this is probably all I'll have to say about the Oscars this year. I'm done. I can return to regularly scheduled programming after this.
Friday, March 04, 2005
the net
Ever feel "out of the loop"? Don't trust biased News sources? Ever feel like you don't exactly know what President W is up to? I know the feeling. I found a terrific government web site, White House.gov. It keeps you up to date on what the President, and the White House, is doing every single day! It's cool. I particularly like the Press Briefings you can read.
Are you a music junkie? Feel like you want to get plugged in to new kinds of music? I discovered an incredible site called All Music. When they say "all music", they really mean it. You can look up any genre, any mood, any style. They have chart history, album discographies, and reviews. I also particularly like the "mood" descriptions they give for each artist and/or band.
I found an average site about poetry. Here's a poem by John Keats.
This Living Hand
This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed--see here it is--
I hold it towards you.
Are you a music junkie? Feel like you want to get plugged in to new kinds of music? I discovered an incredible site called All Music. When they say "all music", they really mean it. You can look up any genre, any mood, any style. They have chart history, album discographies, and reviews. I also particularly like the "mood" descriptions they give for each artist and/or band.
I found an average site about poetry. Here's a poem by John Keats.
This Living Hand
This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed--see here it is--
I hold it towards you.
Monday, February 28, 2005
I told you so!
Hmmm. I hate to say "I told you so", but...I TOLD YOU SO!!!
Last night I had the joy of watching the 77th Annual Academy Awards, and it was a special year for a few different reasons. First, after spending a year in Hollywood, I'm closer to that culture than ever before. This is also the first year when I ever predicted ALL the RIGHT acting awards! HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW??? Last year, I had Sean Penn and Tim Robbins pegged for their acting awards, but I wasn't sure about the actresses. This year, I got ALL the acting awards, and I had Clint Eastwood as Best Director. There was only one award of the entire night where I felt a sting of disappointment. It was the "Best Picture" award. I honestly hoped it was The Aviator's night. However, Million Dollar Baby was my second guess for winner. Who did I think DESERVED Best Picture? The Aviator, then Ray in second place, then Million Dollar Baby. What can I say? It's kind of subjective.
Since I guessed ALL the acting awards ,(Did I mention I got ALL of them right, plus BEST DIRECTOR??) Well, I DID! Since I got them right this year, I think that gives me a little credibility in that department. So, I've compiled a little list of some of my favorite performances. It's my own little "Oscar-worthy" list. Some of these performances were nominated or actually won, some didn't. But, they're all admirable and awesome in their own rights.
Martin Landau as Bela Legousi in the movie Ed Wood
Awesome.
Jack Lemmon as Shelley Levene in the movie Glengarry Glen Ross
Poor Shelley Levene is as shady as they come in the salesmen world. With his washed-up sales tactics, and final frayed hopes, he desperately tries to piece his life back together. So believable, so sad. So very brilliant.
Willem DaFoe as Max Schreck in the movie Shadow of the Vampire
A bold and unique performance. Willem DaFoe is one of my favorite actors, and this performance is one of his best. It showcases his creativity and attention to detail in his characters. I think he may actually be a vampire!
Richard Farnsworth as Alvin Straight in the movie The Straight Story
Great movie, one of my favorite performances of all time.
Johnny Depp in the movies Edward Scissorhands, Secret Window, Ed Wood, and Blow.
Yeah. He's platinum.
Halle Berry as Leticia Musgrove in the movie Monster's Ball
okay, I don't like the movie that much overall, but Halle....whoa.
Judy Garland as Dorothy Gale in the movie The Wizard of Oz
One of the greatest and most memorable characters, right? She was born to do it. And, the movie is one of the best ever made. So creative, so wonderful.
Samuel L. Jackson as Jules Winnfield in the movie Pulp Fiction
I am born anew in his genius. Is he even "acting"? Nope. He's doing what an actor is supposed to do. He's just "being" the character. A truly inspired performance.
And FINALLY....(drum roll)....
Corey Feldman as Edgar Frog in the movie The Lost Boys
Simply hilarious. I had to put a funny one on here. I love, love, love this movie, though.
That's it for today. Peace out. That is, of course, if anyone is actually reading this.
Last night I had the joy of watching the 77th Annual Academy Awards, and it was a special year for a few different reasons. First, after spending a year in Hollywood, I'm closer to that culture than ever before. This is also the first year when I ever predicted ALL the RIGHT acting awards! HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW??? Last year, I had Sean Penn and Tim Robbins pegged for their acting awards, but I wasn't sure about the actresses. This year, I got ALL the acting awards, and I had Clint Eastwood as Best Director. There was only one award of the entire night where I felt a sting of disappointment. It was the "Best Picture" award. I honestly hoped it was The Aviator's night. However, Million Dollar Baby was my second guess for winner. Who did I think DESERVED Best Picture? The Aviator, then Ray in second place, then Million Dollar Baby. What can I say? It's kind of subjective.
Since I guessed ALL the acting awards ,(Did I mention I got ALL of them right, plus BEST DIRECTOR??) Well, I DID! Since I got them right this year, I think that gives me a little credibility in that department. So, I've compiled a little list of some of my favorite performances. It's my own little "Oscar-worthy" list. Some of these performances were nominated or actually won, some didn't. But, they're all admirable and awesome in their own rights.
Martin Landau as Bela Legousi in the movie Ed Wood
Awesome.
Jack Lemmon as Shelley Levene in the movie Glengarry Glen Ross
Poor Shelley Levene is as shady as they come in the salesmen world. With his washed-up sales tactics, and final frayed hopes, he desperately tries to piece his life back together. So believable, so sad. So very brilliant.
Willem DaFoe as Max Schreck in the movie Shadow of the Vampire
A bold and unique performance. Willem DaFoe is one of my favorite actors, and this performance is one of his best. It showcases his creativity and attention to detail in his characters. I think he may actually be a vampire!
Richard Farnsworth as Alvin Straight in the movie The Straight Story
Great movie, one of my favorite performances of all time.
Johnny Depp in the movies Edward Scissorhands, Secret Window, Ed Wood, and Blow.
Yeah. He's platinum.
Halle Berry as Leticia Musgrove in the movie Monster's Ball
okay, I don't like the movie that much overall, but Halle....whoa.
Judy Garland as Dorothy Gale in the movie The Wizard of Oz
One of the greatest and most memorable characters, right? She was born to do it. And, the movie is one of the best ever made. So creative, so wonderful.
Samuel L. Jackson as Jules Winnfield in the movie Pulp Fiction
I am born anew in his genius. Is he even "acting"? Nope. He's doing what an actor is supposed to do. He's just "being" the character. A truly inspired performance.
And FINALLY....(drum roll)....
Corey Feldman as Edgar Frog in the movie The Lost Boys
Simply hilarious. I had to put a funny one on here. I love, love, love this movie, though.
That's it for today. Peace out. That is, of course, if anyone is actually reading this.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
pop
I've had a fabulous weekend. Friday night didn't quite turn out how we planned it. I was going to visit my friends Tim and Jessie in a magical town called Jefferson City, Tennessee. We were going to go with Ashleigh and her boyfriend to a senior (singing) recital on our alma matter campus. Ashleigh was driving up from Atlanta, and the recital started at 7:30. I haven't quite done the math to figure out exactly how she expected to get here on time. Anyhoo, she was in a wreck, and didn't get to Jeff City until around 9:30. We ate (at a restaurant I was once fired from) then went back to Tim and Jessie's apartment for a few laughs and good times. We stayed the night, and ate pancakes the next morning. Their apartment is amazing because it's literally in a cow field.
With the Academy Awards mere hours away, I finally got to see Ray last night. It was playing in this low budget movie theater on the other side of town, for $1.50. I was invited to a party celebrating the life of Hunter S. Thompson, but I wanted to experience Ray before the Oscar ceremony. It is truly incredible. It's gritty, dramatic, colorful, inspiring, and brilliant. It solidified my prediction that Jamie Foxx deserves, and will probably win Best Actor. Ray is a terrific film about art, fighting for your life, and struggling to make your way in this world. If you haven't seen it, you must.
Just to recap my Oscar predictions/hopes: Jamie Foxx for Best Actor, Hillary Swank for Best Actress, Cate Blanchett for Best Supporting Actress, Morgan Freeman for Best Suporting Actor, Clint Eastwood for Best Director, and The Aviator for Best Picture. These are all really just predictions. I have no clue who is actually going to win any of these.
With the Michael Jackson trial almost under way, the circus has already started. Fans waiting outside the courthouse for Jackson's arrival, trips to the hospital for the "flu", and bizarre celebrity testimonies. I have to admit, I'm a fan of Michael's music. I want him to be innocent, but I know deep down he's probably guilty. [insert Michael Jackson joke here]
Speaking of pop stars, I'm totally addicted to American Idol. This has been the most dramatic and most dynamic of the three prior seasons. As the competition has reached the final 22, the talent is unbelievable. Almost any of these people could have won the first American Idol. They've also made an interesting choice to allow two "rocker guys" into the final rounds. Interesting competition. My favorites are Carrie Underwood and Nikko Smith. But, we have about a month or so before we begin to see who might win.
I went to a temp agency the other day. This is the first time I've really pursued a non-acting related job in a long, long time. It's a strange feeling to be back among the "civilian sector" of society. I'm hoping God is leading me down this path, and will ultimately lead me back to my art. Sometimes He gives us a vision, but we don't quite know exactly how to get there.
That's my pop culture update for today. If you have any opinions or comments, please feel free to let me (and everyone else) know! Peace out.
With the Academy Awards mere hours away, I finally got to see Ray last night. It was playing in this low budget movie theater on the other side of town, for $1.50. I was invited to a party celebrating the life of Hunter S. Thompson, but I wanted to experience Ray before the Oscar ceremony. It is truly incredible. It's gritty, dramatic, colorful, inspiring, and brilliant. It solidified my prediction that Jamie Foxx deserves, and will probably win Best Actor. Ray is a terrific film about art, fighting for your life, and struggling to make your way in this world. If you haven't seen it, you must.
Just to recap my Oscar predictions/hopes: Jamie Foxx for Best Actor, Hillary Swank for Best Actress, Cate Blanchett for Best Supporting Actress, Morgan Freeman for Best Suporting Actor, Clint Eastwood for Best Director, and The Aviator for Best Picture. These are all really just predictions. I have no clue who is actually going to win any of these.
With the Michael Jackson trial almost under way, the circus has already started. Fans waiting outside the courthouse for Jackson's arrival, trips to the hospital for the "flu", and bizarre celebrity testimonies. I have to admit, I'm a fan of Michael's music. I want him to be innocent, but I know deep down he's probably guilty. [insert Michael Jackson joke here]
Speaking of pop stars, I'm totally addicted to American Idol. This has been the most dramatic and most dynamic of the three prior seasons. As the competition has reached the final 22, the talent is unbelievable. Almost any of these people could have won the first American Idol. They've also made an interesting choice to allow two "rocker guys" into the final rounds. Interesting competition. My favorites are Carrie Underwood and Nikko Smith. But, we have about a month or so before we begin to see who might win.
I went to a temp agency the other day. This is the first time I've really pursued a non-acting related job in a long, long time. It's a strange feeling to be back among the "civilian sector" of society. I'm hoping God is leading me down this path, and will ultimately lead me back to my art. Sometimes He gives us a vision, but we don't quite know exactly how to get there.
That's my pop culture update for today. If you have any opinions or comments, please feel free to let me (and everyone else) know! Peace out.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Chris and Ray
Ladies and gentlemen, this is my friend Ray. He was in one of my Groundlings classes, and he does stand-up comedy. He's been working consistently at "The Comedy Store" for a while, and his popularity seems to be growing. He shot a mass email my way saying he did a show the other night, and things went really well. Chris Rock closed out the show, unexpextedly. My experiences at the Comedy Store haven't been quite as positive, which you can read about here on my blog. Regretably, I never got the chance to see Ray do stand-up while I lived in California.
Even though I only worked with Ray for a couple of months in the class, I'm still oddly proud of him because I know how hard he works. He's very talented. Also, I know the high level of struggle. I wish Ray the best, and I hope his popularity and success continue.
Even though I only worked with Ray for a couple of months in the class, I'm still oddly proud of him because I know how hard he works. He's very talented. Also, I know the high level of struggle. I wish Ray the best, and I hope his popularity and success continue.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
closing this chapter
My life has reached an interesting Howard Hughes-like status. I live with my parents here in Knoxville, Tennessee. I just moved here from Hollywood about three weeks ago. It was a long and arduous journey across the country in my small CRX.
I am brought to a point of reflection on the last year of my life, and what it has meant to me. I'll never forget my first night in Studio City. I came into the apartment about 8:30 that night, and Doug gave me the grand tour. There were books, a desk, a spiral staircase, and piles and piles of other peoples' lives. I was to make this place my home.I remember sleeping on the leather couch that night, and the next morning I went for a walk. I walked down Ventura Boulevard and soaked in the sights. We were at the foot of the Hollywood hills, and the culture was quite different than Tennessee. I was also overwhelmed by the odd rocky California terrain. The sun was shining down a friendly warmth. The sky was so deeply blue that day. I spoke with my dad on the phone quite a while, trying to describe L.A. I was getting the picture that he had no idea. It's still nearly impossible to describe.
I remember standing on the Churro cart on CityWalk at Universal. The air was fresh and warm, and the crowds just didn't stop. I remember the saturday afternoon they had a birthday celebration for Shaquille O'Neil, and he waved to the crowd from a giant crane. Then, Ruben Studdard came out and sang happy birthday.
I'll never forget the faces and personalities that I befriended there. There was such a colorful and diverse array of people I encountered. I'll never forget visitng some Australian college girls down in Hollywood, along with some other people from work. Talk about weird. I'll probably never see any of those people for the rest of my life.
I'll never forget the fake Michael Jackson sighting I had up at Universal. I was so excited that it might really be him, but of course it was an impersonator.
The sights, the smells, the California sun are all fading memories to me now. I get occassional e-mails from friends I made there, but it's not the same. I'll never forget waking up every morning next to a window that looked out into a grundgy alley next to our apartment building.
I'll never forget Doug Jones, who brought encouragement and inspiration just by being a friend.
I may never gaze up at the Hollywood sign again, but the memories are going to stay in my mind forever. The friends, experiences, and bizarre encounters will ultimately reveal their purpose. I may never be Ted Danson, but the person I've become in the process is something no one can take away. As I drove away with California in my rearview mirror, I looked to the excitement over the next hill. I knew that fresh inspiration awaited me,...just a little while longer.
I'll never forget sharing financial woes with my friend Travis. He only lived a few minutes away in North Hollywood. We were both overwhelmed by our surroundings. He introduced me to the North Hollywood diner, and Shepherd of the Hills church. Travis has since moved back to Alabama, and I fully support him. We both dove into the L.A. experience blindly hoping to find a new life. We had the bar high, and our expectations unfulfilled. The day to day financial struggle proved to be ultimately too much, for both of us.
My friend Ward soldiers on in L.A., doing successful wardrobe work all over the country. His destiny still lies in tinsel town, for now.
My friend Doug Jones continues to work and live consistently as an actor. He told me in an e-mail, after I moved back, that if his job didn't require him to live in L.A., then he and his wife would have moved back to Indiana years ago.
My roommates Doug and Andy continue living the life of aspiring actors. Taking workshops, classes, and anything they can get their hands on, they continue to network and move forward.
As for me, my destiny was something different. I found my destiny in the open plains of New Mexico, rising from a flat brown earth. I found my destiny gazing out at the surreal Grand Canyon panorama. An elderly black man in an Arby's somewhere in Arkansas, asking for bus fare. The glitz and flash of Las Vegas; the open road; an empty motel room late at night. These are the places I've called home. My body rising and continuing my journey of life, I've found a home with my family, and old friends who welcome me with open arms. Moving into an unknown future, I take one step at a time, discovering what's in store. In the hills of East Tennessee, I find my place again. Like a puzzle piece going back to its proper place in the picture, my life is coming back together. There are things I will have to repair, and other things I'll have to adjust. But eventually, my life will take shape again. The blur of images from Hollywood will take their place in the background of my life, and each day will continue to bring change.
I am brought to a point of reflection on the last year of my life, and what it has meant to me. I'll never forget my first night in Studio City. I came into the apartment about 8:30 that night, and Doug gave me the grand tour. There were books, a desk, a spiral staircase, and piles and piles of other peoples' lives. I was to make this place my home.I remember sleeping on the leather couch that night, and the next morning I went for a walk. I walked down Ventura Boulevard and soaked in the sights. We were at the foot of the Hollywood hills, and the culture was quite different than Tennessee. I was also overwhelmed by the odd rocky California terrain. The sun was shining down a friendly warmth. The sky was so deeply blue that day. I spoke with my dad on the phone quite a while, trying to describe L.A. I was getting the picture that he had no idea. It's still nearly impossible to describe.
I remember standing on the Churro cart on CityWalk at Universal. The air was fresh and warm, and the crowds just didn't stop. I remember the saturday afternoon they had a birthday celebration for Shaquille O'Neil, and he waved to the crowd from a giant crane. Then, Ruben Studdard came out and sang happy birthday.
I'll never forget the faces and personalities that I befriended there. There was such a colorful and diverse array of people I encountered. I'll never forget visitng some Australian college girls down in Hollywood, along with some other people from work. Talk about weird. I'll probably never see any of those people for the rest of my life.
I'll never forget the fake Michael Jackson sighting I had up at Universal. I was so excited that it might really be him, but of course it was an impersonator.
The sights, the smells, the California sun are all fading memories to me now. I get occassional e-mails from friends I made there, but it's not the same. I'll never forget waking up every morning next to a window that looked out into a grundgy alley next to our apartment building.
I'll never forget Doug Jones, who brought encouragement and inspiration just by being a friend.
I may never gaze up at the Hollywood sign again, but the memories are going to stay in my mind forever. The friends, experiences, and bizarre encounters will ultimately reveal their purpose. I may never be Ted Danson, but the person I've become in the process is something no one can take away. As I drove away with California in my rearview mirror, I looked to the excitement over the next hill. I knew that fresh inspiration awaited me,...just a little while longer.
I'll never forget sharing financial woes with my friend Travis. He only lived a few minutes away in North Hollywood. We were both overwhelmed by our surroundings. He introduced me to the North Hollywood diner, and Shepherd of the Hills church. Travis has since moved back to Alabama, and I fully support him. We both dove into the L.A. experience blindly hoping to find a new life. We had the bar high, and our expectations unfulfilled. The day to day financial struggle proved to be ultimately too much, for both of us.
My friend Ward soldiers on in L.A., doing successful wardrobe work all over the country. His destiny still lies in tinsel town, for now.
My friend Doug Jones continues to work and live consistently as an actor. He told me in an e-mail, after I moved back, that if his job didn't require him to live in L.A., then he and his wife would have moved back to Indiana years ago.
My roommates Doug and Andy continue living the life of aspiring actors. Taking workshops, classes, and anything they can get their hands on, they continue to network and move forward.
As for me, my destiny was something different. I found my destiny in the open plains of New Mexico, rising from a flat brown earth. I found my destiny gazing out at the surreal Grand Canyon panorama. An elderly black man in an Arby's somewhere in Arkansas, asking for bus fare. The glitz and flash of Las Vegas; the open road; an empty motel room late at night. These are the places I've called home. My body rising and continuing my journey of life, I've found a home with my family, and old friends who welcome me with open arms. Moving into an unknown future, I take one step at a time, discovering what's in store. In the hills of East Tennessee, I find my place again. Like a puzzle piece going back to its proper place in the picture, my life is coming back together. There are things I will have to repair, and other things I'll have to adjust. But eventually, my life will take shape again. The blur of images from Hollywood will take their place in the background of my life, and each day will continue to bring change.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
most rad
I hereby put forth to you this important question:
Which of the following is the most rad?
1.album Bad - Michael Jackson
2.movie Harry and the Hendersons
3.sitcom Growing Pains
When you submit your answers in the comments, I will tally up the answers and determine the winner.
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