Monday is, traditionally, Monday Night Dinner. But as life skids down one of its many unpredictable detours, the Monday Night Dinner crew finds itself hosting this now ritualistic event on Wednesday nights. Not a problem since we are concerned only with good food and better company. What's in a day? Nothing. But since Hump-day Dinner deterred any new members from joining us we decided not to question what was in a name (answer: lawsuits). So, suffice it to say Monday Night still happens and it's still the best part of the week. But now I find myself with nothing to do on Monday night proper. That night, for so long, has both physically and subconsciously been obstinately occupied. Anytime an event occurred on a Monday I just ignored it and trekked on down to Monday Night Dinner. It was unadulterated devotion, and I don't think it's waning.
So what's a 24 year old bachelor to do in the middle of Hollywood on a crisp starry night on the cusp of springtime? Why stay in and cook, dummy. Sunday is still market day and I still get hungry. What better time to tinker in the kitchen and see what monstrosities I can slop together? And that's just what I did. But be warned, below is not a step-by-step guide to culinary perfection. It is a messy, perilous, and heartbreaking sojourn in the depths of a very confused man's kitchen.
i will briefly be shown on Ellen Thursday 11am eastern standard time. For those who do not know, I intern at George Clooney's company "Smoke House". It is located on the Warner Bros. lot directly next to the Ellen show. Ellen has a running gag where she tries to coax George out of his office to meet him. She usually plays pranks like suspends a cage above his parking spot or lures him out with prizes(the real joke is that George in out of the country). Today Ellen decided to clean the office in order to get in his good graces.
This is where I come in, briefly. Ellen barges in with a vacuum and cleans the carpet in front of my desk. Then she gives us (all six Smoke House employees) vacuums of our own. End.
So, if you want to see me living the Hollywood dream of sitting behind a desk in some celebrity's office then tune in 11am EST for Ellen and point at the screen exclaming "Ha, there he is living the dream!"
i'm in town and have been for five days now. my mom is in the hospital. she had a stroke. she is fine, fully coherent but a little weak. really, if you saw her at the hospital you'd wonder why the hell she was there. but she is and she is still fragile. so, i'm spending all my time at the hospital and at my oma's. i want to see all yous guys so just sit tight until i give you a call. i may even call tonight.
i've been meaning to update for a while now. a lot has/is/will be happening. so briefly i will start at the top.
about two an a half weeks ago i went to san francisco to see the smashing pumpkins. i do not like the new album at all. it is horrible. but the concert was an entirely different story. it was not a reunion of the smashing pumpkins or even a show promoting the new album. it was a musician on stage exploring his past and future as an artist. watching billy play live for the fifth or sixth time, i got the impression that he used this reunion as an opportunity to revisit his past and explore what made him a musician, what has brought him to this point in his life. he didn't seem like the billy from zwan or that solo thing he did, he appeared to be back at the beginning, back during "gish" (primarily what he played) or "adore" - times of growth and rebirth. he looked and performed like he was searching for something, something only live shows and the past experience as the pumpkin's front man can help him find.
i don't know. it sounds kind of strange saying that about a man i've never really met, but that was the impression i got. it was a great show.
the city was great too. i've done a bit of traveling in my day and from what i've seen so far in the world, san francisco is one of my favorite cities. it needs to be seen, not just the city but the surrounding areas too. it's a hilly metropolis of pint-sized nature tucked away under clouds and near crisp air. trolleys and chilly winds about. the arts and the homeless galore. in short, there were moments where i felt i moved to the wrong city. i biked across the golden gate bridge. pictures soon.
i am moving. not to san francisco but elsewhere in the valley. in fact, i have already moved. tonight i am typing for the last time in my old place. tomorrow i officially move in. my stuff is there now. all that is missing is the owner. this will be my third address in less than a year. i will post it when i know it.
i was offered a job on an independent feature as the "key grip". it pays and will shoot for two weeks. about five days in CA and the rest in Arizona. i don't know if anyone remembers but last year i went to AZ on a shoot about this time as free help.. well, these are the same people (producers) and they asked me back but this time as a paid department head. sounds fun huh? it'll be rough but i'm looking forward to it.
this summer i was taking classes but now that i'm going to AZ i have withdrawn. i'm going back in the fall (around sept. 25th). i get back from AZ on the 20th of august. shooting starts on sunday. i don't know why any of those dates would matter to you but i just typed them.
i may not have internet for a couple days, so pictures (san francisco, pumpkins, new apt) will have to wait.
like you're even waiting for them.
oh, yeah. i acted in a movie. nothing big but it was fun. i had a knife.
yesterday i saw transformers. my only comment: michael bay get a fucking tripod.
walking back to my car i noticed a pretty girl walking the opposite way. she noticed me and we locked eyes briefly then i looked away. now normally the moment would end there and we'd spend our days unawares of each other beyond that moment. but today was not normal. today this pretty girl holla'd at me. she approached me (with her friend in tow) and asked if I had plans for the night. I didn't so I said no. she then invited me to an "innocuous party", being that it was the fourth of july, a day ripe for celebration. I didn't mull over this very long. i'm in LA, a pretty girl invited me to a party, she seems educated, and my country is free. i 'm going. who needs two kidneys anyways?
she gave me her info and i agreed to call her later. i went home, ate and called up a friend. i needed a wingman. more specifically, i needed a wingman with a knife. mike has a knife. so mike and i drive up into the hills to this party house, this rich fancy party house. the girl, lauren, meets us at the long twisting driveway and leads us in. she reeks of booze. we enter the home and the party is awkwardly small. five people small. it's not a party at all, it's a gathering. a gathering of people who know each other.
mike and i are introduced to the people, one of whom is actually Errol Flynn’s son. he's about 40 years old and like his father, an asshole. he was nice enough in the beginning, we had a good chat about film (celluloid. i've not grown so pretentious that i only call movies "films"), and travel but soon he decided that i was a threat, a big 'ol cock block since i was picked up off the street by this pretty girl for her amusement. so i left them be (she was drunk and unable to sit still) and mingled with the others. two of them managed to stop sucking face and talk briefly about movie crap, then they disappeared for the night. so now all that was left was a quiet, pretty girl in a 'coonskin hat and some loud drunk dude who was simply known as "colonial guy". colonial guy, as i found out later, was found on the streets much like i was but months ago. he was, as i said, loud and really liked sublime and dungeons and dragons. which is fine but when you're the only one at a party who really likes sublime and d&d, it isn't a good idea to keep talking about it when no one shows any interest. but there he was continually drinkin' and yappin'. so mike and i turned our attention to the pretty 'coonskin cap girl who had just flown in from alaska and turned out to be very cool. she's a history major with a soft spot for movies pre1950. she even laughed at my bad jokes. her: do you like jimmy stewart? me: no, i prefer james stewart. so we talked, she mike and i, occasionally stopping to hear colonial guy out (he's a handyman by the way). things were going well until the sirens came.
within half a second cops came busting through the doors yelling, guns a blazin'. we all had to drop to the floor while the house was searched and flynn's kid was apprehended. no, no, not really. nothing that interesting happened that night. in fact the night pretty much ended there. i had to work at six in the morning and it was already . so we said our good byes ('coonskin cap girl, named Masie, actually goes to school in san francisco which is disappointing) and drunk lauren, who emerged from a room with flynn's kid, kept hugging me and proposed that we hang out again. i don't know that i will but i definitely don’t regret going to the party. mike and i left feeling good about the night, happy we meet some interesting people and relieved that we didn’t have to shank anyone. the end.
p.s. i changed tense like six times. deal with it.
no doubt some of you have heard my complaints about my living situation. for those spared, i will reiterate. my roommate is filthy. filthy on a level that becomes, to me, incomprehensible. case in point, it is hazardous for me to live in my apartment because mold of some variety has grown in the walls. it is now unsafe for me to breathe in my own apartment. i have bought an air purifier but it can only do so much. like the trash compactor in star wars, i feel the walls closing in on me. Some say "get it fixed" but really, it's not my responsibility. the mold has long lived in the walls and the summer heat has merely apmlifies their effect. De-molding, or whatever, an apartment is a lengthy and costly process (not that my money would be spent) and I am better off avoiding any future hazards to my health by just moving away from this kid who in addition to being unsantairy is also fasciantlngly irresponsible. why just today i woke up to find my air mattress flat and the power turned off due to his neglect of the bills (the mattress is not his fault but is feels so right to blame him). With that said, my quest has been frustrating and fruitless. I have asked DOZENS of people if rooming sounds like a good idea and most agree that is it is, but all plans have fallen through at the last minute because they all neglect to mention their pet cats.
my phone is still broken but that doesn't matter because i bought a new one that works perfectly.
also, after spending one rather intense hour clicking (truely, i have bruises and possible scarring) on the ticketmaster site, i managed to score two tickets to the smashing pumpkins on july 16 in san francisco. with my brother in tow it should be a good weekend.
my phone is broken in the worst way: i can only decline calls. i've been getting a few from some of yous guys so if it's an issue of urgency, use this here journal, email or even the myspace.
also, the smashing pumpkins are playing san francisco on July 22,24,25,27,28,30,31 and august 1. obviously i'm going (most likely the 28th). if anybody is interested in making the long flight out let me know before sunday. they go on sale at 10am. sales are limited to two per person so if you choose to go, please, you are responsible for your own ticket. my bro may be claiming my second ticket. i figure make a weekend out the trip and stay in "fresco", as they call it in socal (socal stands for southern california. if it confused you, it's okay. we're a little ahead of the game out here). so internet me a.s.a.p.
tomorrow i’m going to coachella. i was eleven when i bought "evil empire" i am now 22. wow.
they're not the band they were 11 years ago, even if they are. i'm a lot different now, older. their music doesn't have the same impact on me as it did in my younger and more vulnerable years (did i just quote fitzgerald?). they were one of the groups that gave me an identity as a meek teen. now that i am no longer that person their music is a reflection of my past, a way of looking back and seeing how i've grown and changed. i don't remember the last time i really loved rage while i was listening them, i still like them and always will but 20 hours away from seeing them for the first time ever, i feel like it'll be the last time i feel a real connection. it's a bit wistful feeling this way but also encouraging as i can look back and acknowledge how life has changed, how far i've come and how drastic the next eleven years might be. this concert may be a revival for the whole world but for me it's a send off, happy with the experiences had.
p.s. the mosh pit should me pretty amazing. remember moshing?.
perhaps i am behind the times in hearing this but it's still cool regardless.
hemingway wrote a story in six words. as legend has it, hemingway was at a bar when some guy complained that his stories were too long and challenged him to create one in six words. hemingway finished the last bit of his beer and as he put his mug down he turned to the challenger and said:
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
hemingway stood up and walked away.
i thought it'd be fun if everyone gave it a shot. i did.
i suppose i should update. perhaps my tales can entertain? everyone is posting their great seasonal scenery. i'll do the same while posting pictures of where i live. that seems to please the kids these days.
hey, it's been quite a while. but since it was a holiday weekend i thought i'd check out what happened all across the eljay globe (the planet not the theater, though that would work too since nutin' but drama plays here). i expected pictures of zany costumes. thanks guys. no one really posted much so i'm going to assume it was all pretty wild. maybe even too wild.
the desert is breathtaking. i have a camera graciously satiated from the trip. i just hope that if i ever get internet the photos i post will do the land justice.
what a spectacular trip. better than i anticipated and priceless for the experience gained.
i returned to a plethora of exciting work including (but not limited to) shakespeare, aristotle, sophocles, mozart and a crap load of movies.
i also picked up the new decemberists album. now, i don't wear female pants or nutin', but i like it. i've only had it for a day now, so it may reveal more of itself if i keep it happy. which should be easy.