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4 items from 2010

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But.

3 September 2010 6:53 PM, PDT

Gothamist posted a pretty funny and, frankly, dead-on snippet from The Onion on Thursday citing, "3 million New Yorkers reportedly left the city because they realized the phrase 'Only in New York' is actually just a defense mechanism used to convince themselves that seeing a naked man take a shit on a park bench is somehow endearing, or part of some shared cultural experience."  Following this, a long string of comments both accusing the article and praising it–– expected: thus is the nature of the thread–– proceeded into a debate between two women, one with a kid, the other sans.  The debate had, at it’s core a debate that’s been happening for a very, very, long time in this here New York City:  The immigrants (both international and domestic) versus the born-n’-raised New Yorkers.

This is a debate that will never be resolved, lets face it: there will »

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Something's Gotta Give

26 May 2010 9:21 PM, PDT

At the bar across the street–– a place that wishes it were something it could never be but I love it anyway ––I sit with my brother over a beer.  Between finishing up the first draft of a feature-length screenplay and debating the next series of illustrations I’ll be concocting, a sledgehammer of a truth I’ve been reluctant to address comes slamming down upon my head.            “You can’t try and do it all,” My brother dryly utters.             You just can’t.  I can’t.  My big dreams of directing are mixed up with writing and art direction; my big dreams of having a piece hanging in the Moma one day are complicated by marketability and trend.            At the end of the day those dreams will boil down, reduce into a thick, bitter, sludge until it burns, begging for intervention, the charred remains of what-could-have-been instead of a perfectly cooked reality. »

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Keanu Reeves, a foamy latte, and reality.

11 February 2010 5:18 PM, PST

Keanu Reeves passes down the street in front of me, huffing away at a cigarette, presumably in between takes of a film he’s shooting next door at The Music Hall.  His look is serious and deadpan, what one would expect from said actor.  Was he calm, or stressed–– It was impossible to tell.I’m sitting at the coffee shop watching from the window.  My laptop’s out and I have the intention of working on a script.  Next to me, I overhear a man making a pass at a woman.  He apparently knows Mr. Reeves.The guy was a former writer and producer.  He’s been in the business for awhile and is a transplant from La, temporarily I’d imagine.  I think to myself: “this might be it––this might be my luck-of-the-draw in!”  I listen closely for a break in conversation so I may ask him questions about his profession, »

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A Special Thank You to U.S. Airways.

11 February 2010 12:24 PM, PST

We reached the airport. I popped out of Duncan's cobalt blue SUV to retrieve my luggage.

Suitcase was in hand, backpack in place, I thanked him for the ride and bid farewell. We split ways and I entered the Savannah airport which, is typically only modestly filled, however, on this particular Saturday, St. Patrick's day, it was a mad house.

I got in line to hand over my luggage to the same people whom, months earlier, I witnessed slamming my acoustic guitar with a vengeance in it's half-opened soft-shell case, onto the luggage-loading conveyor belt. This time, however, I wouldn't even get that far. I turn to my right to see my flight to Pittsburgh cancelled on the departures board.

A flight on Tuesday at 12 Pm was the only way out. I called Duncan for a ride.

I was picked up and shortly thereafter made plans for that evening. I »

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4 items from 2010

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