disappearing until tomorrow… http://blip.fm/profile/goldenage/playlist
let’s disappear until tomorrow.
now this is a nice way to start off a friday evening
i was there.
worth a laugh.
breaks my heart every time.
tiny tiny tiny song
sam taylor-wood has no business making a pop song… but she did and fooled us all.
on wednesday, i returned 3 WOMEN to netflix. tonight, i discover 8 WOMEN in the mailbox. did i trade up? what am i going to do with 8 WOMEN?
yes, we call it pop. we call it disposable. it may not last very long.
one of those songs…
early morning… or late late late night.
i’ll be damned if this is really a moby remix
a bit of melodrama
excellent friday night kick-off
somehow found myself in a discussion involving exoskeletons, dusty balls, pigpen and digital clouds. i’ve entered the arena of the unwell.
i think today would be best spent offline. and so it shall be.
overheard while having coffee with the jesus: “every one needs to embrace their inner racist.”
note to self: don’t do directing jobs without getting your own producer or agent on board, even on small “we’re-all-friends-here” gigs.
i’m falling further behind today. i had a list of things to do, but i’ve been answering emails and responding to ichats too much. stupid me!
just discovered that unedited footage of the interviews that i shot last week have already been leaked onto the net. without my permission.
grogginess? i has it.
palin speaks while turkeys are silently killed in the background. hilarious! bizarre! http://tinyurl.com/64ghlb good night!
downtown football match over. another victory. as keeper, no one scored on me. clean sheet again. funny. driving home.
while driving, trying on different mouthguards that i’ve just purchased. they all make me gag. really unpleasant.
don’t know why i said yes to driving to downtown los angeles at this hour. the traffic is TERRIBLE!
finally gave up on THREE WOMEN. had it for 3 weeks, tried to watch it 4 or 5 times, fell asleep. it’s now on its way back to netflix.
there comes a time after a noonday meal, before the afternoon coffee when things just slow down. see here: http://tinyurl.com/67wkoz
deep thoughts in the late afternoon: in a battle of venice stalwarts, if the jesus had to arm wrestle dennis hopper, who would win?
i feel fine. i do. eating irish oatmeal with blueberries, goat’s milk yoghurt, maple syrup. but do we feel fine? http://www.wefeelfine.org/
good news arrived over the phone, by way of san francisco. somebody i love got her mojo back.
awaken to the name TITUS BRAMBLE at the forefront of my thoughts. who is this guy and what the bloody hell is he doing in my head?
outside in the sunspilled garden in venice, reading emails from the last few days, drinking home-brewed coffee, listening to thom yorke.
it has been years since i last played video games. too long. ahorita, i would not object to an evening of mindless gaming pursuits. *sigh*
overwhelmed by too much stimuli at whole foods. indecision & paralysis.
dealing with the mundane aftermath of stuff today. on the plus side, just finished a nice 2 hour chat with my brother in norway.
worked until 3:30 am, creating a solid rough cut. four hours later, instead of praise, i get a stressful phone call from colleague. thanks.
virgin america, take me home, home to the burning hills over los angeles, to the ramshackle village that we call venice. wheels up!
arrival at san francisco international airport. terminal barely occupied. dull reflections of the clerestory on polished floors.
there exists a BART track that links the CALTRAN station in MILBRAE directly to SFO airport, so why are there no lines running on it?
LAX is a SHITHOLE of an airport. there is literally human waste on their bathroom floor as a guy urinates while talking on his phone.