Monthly Archives: May 2007

Things are suddenly happening very fast, and very slow. My father had been having pains so he went in for some exams, then x-rays, an MRI and a CAT scan. And a biopsy, last Friday. He has four growths on … Continue reading →

Last night’s party for Andy turned out really well I thought. People let their hair down without getting too crazy or embarrassing themselves, and I think I was able to get at least a little quality time with everyone who … Continue reading →

Numbed. I am numb. I’ll have some more coffee but I don’t think that’ll snap me out of it.

Shouldn’t it be Thursday? Yes, it should, but it’s only Wednesday.  It’s been a tiring week. The day-to-day grind of the job has been wearing me down. In the afternoons I come home to more work, but the kind I’d … Continue reading →

Last night we saw Hot Fuzz and I loved it, very very funny. What really makes the movie work is that not only is it a satire of the buddy-buddy action movie, it actually employs the same aesthetic techniques and … Continue reading →

Lurid Phil Spector/Trader Vic’s connection: ” … Trader Vic’s general manager Chai Rojana testified this morning, meanwhile, that the Navy Grogs Spector ordered are signature drinks that contain three shots of rum apiece. Bartender Ming Fong Chu added that he … Continue reading →

John Cage sums it up for me quite well: I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY AND I AM SAYING IT AND THAT IS POETRY

What an anticlimax: I just found out that I didn’t get the job. Which, by the way, was for an assistant producing position at WTTW, a local PBS station. O well. Really. If anything, this experience has proven that I’m … Continue reading →

Okay, I’ve finally scanned and uploaded the photos from my London trip. That is, the ones that came out decently. I’m 99% sure that the airport x-ray machines fogged my film. Perhaps twice. Which really ticks me off. Anyway here … Continue reading →

What a totally schizo week.  On the one hand, each work day has more or less been like journeying through various circles of hell. And yesterday, if not for a reserve of self-control, I would have totally lost it and … Continue reading →