Monthly Archives: January 2014

Girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room Unless someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom Cold in this house but I ain’t going out to chop wood Enough of this winter crap already. Let there be light. and 70 degree days. And the envelope, please…

Tonight. 7PM. Doors open. Weather permissible.

This is incredible. But who is it? A. Renown actress B. Beloved politician C. Industry titan D. Disruptive technologist E. Will Smith F. Will Smith G. ???? ??????? Yes. Good guess.

The lighting package made it in today. Like Fitzcarraldo (Werner Herzog) hauling the boat over the Amazonian mountains to Iquitos, Peru. But made much easier with a low-boy trailer. Plus, the natives took one look at that box and said, ‘No way. We’re not hauling that thing around… at any price… Get a trailer.’ TechnologyContinue reading “Lighting Package. 23 Jan 2014.”

I’m watching the the sun rise. Dawn. And it’s spectacular. Every time I see a sun rise — I automatically think of the wording ‘the rosy finger of dawn.’ Whose origins are from either the Iliad or the Odyssey — can’t recall and not sure that its entirely relevant. If you read the words inContinue reading “Dawn. 21 Jan 2014.”

Trying to decide what to screen this Friday night. Toss up btwn Truffauts’ ‘400 Blows’ and Coppola’s ‘Somewhere’ or ‘Lost in Translation.’ There’s really no wrong choice here… Unless the audience decides to rebel.

If today is supposed to be the bluest day of the year — it sure as hell had better try harder.