“That’s what I’ve discovered about writing. The world doesn’t want you to do a damn thing. If you wait till you got time to write a novel or time to write a story or time to read the hundred thousands of books you should have already read—if you wait for the time, you’ll never do it. Cause there ain’t no time; world don’t want you to do that. World wants you to go to the zoo and eat cotton candy, preferably seven days a week.”—Harry Crews
When we first adopted Moe he used to have playdates with Norah Jones and her dog Jack. Unfortunately that ended when they moved to Brooklyn. He made a new friend today, though, a little chihuahua that my old neighborhood pal Eek just adopted. Eek was worried because she has been hostile to other dogs but she and Moe got along immediately. We’re going to hang out again tomorrow. Such interesting friends Moe has.
My lady has been working insane hours, constantly traveling and generally busting her ass as the co-owner of a boutique PR firm. She planned to be home early tonight but had a last minute call and is still in the office. I just emailed asking her to hurry home as I miss Moe.
She fantasizes about being Noah Baumbach’s leading lady, which explains her performances. What I can’t figure out is why anyone is still casting her. Okay, I’ll give Whit Stillman a pass. Everyone else should be embarrassed, though.
Mixed up soy sauce, rice vinegar, chicken broth, coconut milk, fish sauce, pepper, lots of garlic and a pinch of sesame oil, brought it to a boil, and poached chunks of chicken breast and assorted peppers in it. Now finishing the chicken and peppers under the broiler while boiling the sauce down to a reduction. Will serve the whole thing over brown rice. Smells good, but really feels like I should be throwing some green curry powder in there.
Edit: Yaaaaaaahhhhh! Sauce is way too salty. Cutting it with lots of water and boiling it down. Open to other suggestions.
More a video game than a film, this is nonetheless extremely entertaining. I haven’t seen an audience react to an action film so strongly since the early days of John Woo, whose work this film definitely shares a pedigree with. Essentially one non-stop fight, it is very well made. At an hour and forty minutes it didn’t drag for a second, which speaks pretty well of the production values. Starting with guns before degenerating to machetes, then knives, then clubs before finally going straight hand-to-hand, the audiences cheers just got louder and louder. If you like pure, unadulterated action this is for you.
Jumping in the car to run up to Absolute Bagels at 107th Street and Broadway. Even though I’ll pass dozens of very good bagel shops on my way there, and despite my dislike of the Upper West Side, it’s worth it. They’re that good.
Me: Did someone call a doctor?
Wife: A doctor? Huh?
Me: You know, Doctor backrub?
Wife: Doctor backrub? What the fuck, what is that? Doctors don’t give backrubs. That’s not something a doctor would do. Unless he was a creep.
Me: Not creepy, I just wanted to get a little intimate?
Wife: Yeah, well, instead you made my vagina close.
Wife: No, seriously, I just grew eight extra hymens.
We scouted the lobby of a very upmarket office building recently. The process to clear the place for filming usually takes a fairly long time but I was able to trade on my relationship with the owner to get us in immediately. We ran through all of our plans, which were pretty extensive and a lot more than the building owner was hoping for, but with a little finesse I knew things would work out. As we were stepping away the building management casually mentioned that they do not allow dolly track to be laid on their floor. They pointed out that the marble was thick, seamless and polished and provides an excellent surface for an old school Fisher dolly on rubber wheels. That’s whats always been done in the past with great success.
Well hold the fucking phone. I spent the next twenty minutes in the van just getting hammered about it.
"Why did we just find this out? This is a disaster. We need a new location. What is their reason? Talk them into it. We need to change locations. How much are we paying there? We should go someplace that wants us."
Twenty fucking minutes that seemed like each person was doing their damnedest to be a bigger asshole than the person next to them. Twenty minutes of aggressive questions that any moron would know I didn’t have answers for and anyone smart would recognize my need for a follow up chat with ownership to sort it out. Twenty excruciating minutes before the van lapsed into silence.
After a contemplative moment the Director spoke up.
"You know, I don’t really have a shot in there that requires track."
He asked the DP if he saw any moving shots in there and the DP said that he didn’t see any need for one either. They then agreed that even if one came up they would prefer to throw the Steadicam in low mode and do it that way anyway for expediencies sake. Every jackass present then fell all over themselves to agree with the Director loudly.
I just had a minor freak out while trying to determine my feelings about the Browns potentially signing Matt Flynn. I have been obsessing over Justin Blackmon for months now while blocking out memories of Braylon Edwards. No matter what else should be bothering me in life my biggest worry is that my team might desperately reach for Tannehill with the number four pick.
Taking the 195 East exit isn’t unlike the plastic interlocking tracks for diecast Hot Wheels toys. Cement wraps and warps and in an instant I could derail from the path, smashing into concrete. My Japanese-made coupe surely wouldn’t fare well in a head on collision with the infrastructure of…
The combination of daylight savings time and the impending Mayan apocalypse had Moe on edge yesterday, so he went a little overboard.
1 slice thick cut applewood smoked slab bacon
some nice fontina cheese
a piece of sweet Italian sausage from Faicco’s
diced smoked pork belly from Hill Country
24 month aged prosciutto di Parma
fresh ricotta from DiPalo’s
fresh mozzarella from DiPalo’s
a slice of crackling duck skin
that was yesterday. There’s a pretty good chance he’s getting some pastrami from Katz’s later today to wash down the Irish salmon he got from Russ and Daughters for breakfast the morning.