I’m on a job I absolutely love. Even though it’s television it runs pretty smoothly and I feel like I am adding great value to the product through my work. The stuff we have shot so far looks good. Better than it needs to be.
And I might get fired tomorrow.
Two incidents happened today where things fell through the cracks, and people made decisions without consulting me on the repercussions. In both cases they made the wrong decision. I could have helped them make the right one but they made incorrect, self-serving assumptions. The thing is, they are both higher up the command chart than me and if they choose self-preservation they will burn me to save themselves. That’s the way it goes.
Harper demanded caviar with dinner tonight. As in, full-on screaming, kicking, flailing and wailing until we served her some caviar. The second it was in front of her she smiled like an angel and began popping it into her mouth.
The four types of mozzarella pop up on pizzas, melt into soups or come unadorned in their purest forms.
I have frequented the Obika Mozzarella Bar in the IBM building for years and highly recommend it. Without question the best cheese I have eaten. Now that they are opening downtown there is no excuse not to go.
Anyone have suggestions for not gross hotels that won’t cost an arm and a leg. Still trying to plan my Avon Walk trip and the hotel Avon picked, along with it’s room rate is pretty ridiculous. (From the map it looks like it’s Avenue of the Americas and 54th). If you have a tip for…
The Fitzgerald by Grand Central is fairly nice and generally has good rates.
Pope Francis confronted the “racist and xenophobic attitudes” that often face undocumented immigrants by addressing the thousands of unaccompanied children included in their ranks. In a message delivered to the Mexico-Holy See Colloquium…
First time in my life I’ve liked both the president and the pope. And I’ve been around a while..
The Pope Of Greenwich Village has always been one of my favorite films. Mickey Rourke and Eric Roberts turn in fantastic performances. Daryl hannah has never been more beautiful, and Burt Young. Burt fucking Young. It’s also particularly resonant to me because it’s set in Greenwich Village in 1984. I moved to the East Village in 1986 but spent plenty of time in the Village proper. That was a world that I lived in.
At the time I had a buddy named George who lived on Mulberry Street. He aspired to a life of criminality and I wasn’t opposed to some shady dealings either. We used to drink at The Spring Lounge, which is featured in the film, and pick up what odd jobs we could. Ironically enough for two wannabe hoodlums on Mulberry Street we wound up working for a Jewish gangster. That’s a different story though. Stories, really.
Now that I’m older and a solid citizen living in the suburbs I enjoy the film immensely. It brings back some great memories. Noticing that it was on last night I stayed up well past my bedtime to watch it and I noticed something for the first time that bothered me no end. Mickey’s character, Paulie, refers to the safecracker as being “stunatz”. That’s wrong; it’s not a word. You refer to someone who is a little dense as “stunad”. If you have empty pockets you say you have “ungotz”. Knowing Mickey a little bit I’m sure he did his research and hung out in the neighborhood, and I’m sure he heard the words and accidentally conflated them. It’s a little thing but it drove me nuts and I’m going to hate hearing him say it every time I watch the movie.
Walking home tonight I ran into a Rabbi who lives in my building. He noted that I was smiling (something I hadn’t realized) and asked me why. I told him that tomorrow was my daughter’s first birthday party and I had been thinking about it. He took my hand and held it while sincerely congratulating me; then he said two things that I’ll never forget. The first was: “Ah, a year of fatherhood”. I never would have thought of it in those terms, and doing so caused me to do some self-examination. The second thing he said was: “And what has she taught you?”. What a great question.
My wife owns and operates a successful PR firm. She’s the boss and can get pretty intense under pressure. When I’m not working I’m the most laid back guy in the world but once I’m in production I turn into General Patton. The home life is going to be interesting for the next few months.
One of the neighbors on our hall has their cleaning lady working today. Granted, she may have expressed a desire to work if she needs the money. If that’s the case though, have a little class and give her a paid day off. The house will survive a week without it.
Sitting on my terrace looking out at the Hudson River and listening to the birds sing. Was hoping to see a hawk fly but they don’t seem to be up yet. Neither is my daughter but I sip my coffee and wait to see her smile. It’ll come soon. The chicken thighs are marinating, the spices are ground and the dry rub mixed. I’ll make the sauce later; if I did it now the Vitamix would wake Harper. Later today I’ll cook for my family and drink a glass of whiskey. Life is good in America today.
I just scouted a topless bar in Queens. It’s in a residential neighborhood, has no sign, but looks like a tacky nightclub outside. Inside it is completely over the top Greek/Roman decor. Lots of polished marble, columns, cut glass, even a waterfall. All centered around a stage with three poles of course. They are only open Tuesday, Saturday and Sunday nights and the doors open at 11PM.
I take pride in my ability to see what’s really going on in any given situation and this place has me completely puzzled. it just doesn’t make sense. This may require a nighttime scout.
Looks like I’m spending my fall/winter in upstate New York. Kinda great as I’ll make my out of town rate but be close enough to get home every weekend. And it’s a show with a lot of action. I like playing with guns, helicopters and big boy toys.
Conway Twitty Video You’ve Never Been This Far Before
I’m putting together a playlist for Harper’s first birthday party. I don’t do Children’s Music so I’m trying to find jaunty sounding tunes that won’t horrify anyone. The real fun in this is thinking about the most wildly inappropriate songs I could play for the kiddies. If I played this one there’s a pretty good chance one of the in-laws would shoot me.
Made a super simple and delicious dish last night. Enjoyed it even more this morning.
Take eight bone-in chicken thighs. Toss them with flour, salt, pepper and a healthy dose of old bay seasoning. Brown them in butter over medium-high heat, about four minutes a side. Start with the skin side down to render out that delicious fat. Set aside. Cut a half dozen vidalia onions into quarters, toss them and a half dozen cloves of minced garlic into the butter and cook until translucent, about ten minutes. Add a healthy squirt of dijon mustard and a cup of dry white wine, whisk til mixed. Add chicken back to pot along with a quart of chicken stock. Bring to a boil for five minutes. Turn heat to low, cover and simmer for an hour. Serve over rice and thank me later.
Harper is a big kid. 90th percentile of height and weight for her age and gender. The other day she lifted an eight pound barbell off the floor. That’s half her weight. Then I saw her try, and fail, to lift a twenty pound weight. She was able to push it about a foot, though. Today she was in her playpen, which is a 44 square foot heavy gauge plastic fence. Seeing something she wanted she simply pushed the playpen across the floor to where she wanted to be.
A good location scout isn’t just looking for someplace to shoot. They are thinking about the scene, what action and other elements are in it. Thinking about the actors and how they work, and how the Director of Photography likes to shoot it. The Director’s style of filmmaking is the biggest factor of course. And on your best day you keep all this in mind and you find the right place and you get the right angle and lens and shoot a still that you look at and say: that’s it. That exact shot is going to be in the movie.