thank god ...

... for gin and Bob Marley or this depressing-ass dystopian romantic comedy bullshit wouldn't ever get written.

spinning...

... i just finally watched the banksy documentary (even though i was hyping about it 6 months before it came out) and i feel like i'm going to explode. if banksy orchestrated that whole thing as an elaborate commentary on brainwashing then he beat me to it, because that's what my whole hipster novel is supposed to be about; a dystopian story within a marketed story within a regurgitated story - which is a cult.
i feel like i'm going to explode because he and all these other doggone geniuses actually get shit DONE.
let the driving guilt to produce something meaningful accelerate to the next level.
anyway, it was a good film ;)

my producer asked me for a poetic script synopsis ...

... and to get in the mood this sentence came out and is now staring me, cursor blinking in the face, providing no further inspiration besides the craving to add sugar to my pinot noir.

"Gravity’s rainbow fucking you in the ass while gravel skittles grind against your teeth, motherfucker."

Synopsis pending.

the best day i've had in i don't know how long...

...was auditioning for the lead actor in the movie i'm adapting from my novel 'Hipster.' There's a new name but I can't tell you yet because good ideas have a way of showing up on other peoples' slates before you can say 'that's so hollywood.'

ANYWAY.

the incredible beauty, passion, hotness, BRILLIANCE of the men who stood in front of my camera and delivered the lines i'd written was as close to REALLY high as I've come in a looooooong time.

This is the lead (he's accepted the offer) for my new film. Don't tell anyone. (Can you see why I'm excited and inspired?!)

And wait 'til you see the Jack Nicholson-reminiscent bad-boy 'real artist' who's going to dance with him onscreen (awaiting his acceptance to the offer that was sent off tonight ;)

good advice

The best way to prepare for a Big Shift is to cultivate mental and emotional states that ripen us to be ready for anything:

* a commitment to not getting lost inside our own heads;

* a strategy to avoid being enthralled with the hypnotic lure of painful emotions, past events, and worries about the future;

* a trust in empirical evidence over our time-worn beliefs and old habits;

* a talent for turning up our curiosity full blast and tuning in to the raw truth of every moment with our beginner's mind fully engaged;

* and an eagerness to dwell gracefully in the midst of all the interesting questions that tease and teach us.

Everything I just described also happens to be an excellent way to prime yourself for a chronic, low-grade, always-on, simmering-at-low-heat brand of ecstasy -- a state of being more-or-less permanently in the Tao, in the groove, in the zone.

So how does a writer develop voice? I don’t know exactly, but I think it has something to do with being as genuine as you can be in a given moment. It’s like having a conversation with your truest self. And you’re really listening. And you write it down.
from http://bit.ly/caS2oS

this is my life these days

good food. good writing. occasionally combining the two.