Silly Video

I helped out with this low-budg shoot. Fun day.

Great Idea, Great Execution, Great Video

Project Aura: Bicycle Safety Lighting System from Project AURA on Vimeo.
Saw this on Twitter. Fell in love.

Not Magical.

So I've started to learn about screenwriting. I've read several books, including Save The Cat. This doesn't make me an expert or anything. Far from it. The opposite of it. I probably know just enough to be dangerous. I've watched a lot of moview the past few months as well with an eye to understanding storytelling more. Today I watched The Sorcerer's Apprentice on Netflix.  I vaguely remembered bad reviews. And the fact that Nicholas Cage is in it made me figure it wasn't exactly the greatest. I just looked it up and it got a whopping 42% on Rotten Tomatoes. There are lots of issues with this film. But the very first is the set up. The exposition. In the film there is all this backstory they fly through at the beginning. It's boring. And bad storytelling. They don't reveal as we go. They tell us. And we don't care. We don't actually need  all of that information at that point to be engaged in the film. It seems very very elementary. If I can figure it out... By the way Jay Baruchel is charming even in a terrible film.

Stumbling Upon Greatness...

So it’s after that show at Terminal 5 and the hottie you shared a cig with turned out to be a Craigslist “missed connection.” Why not drown your sorrows and sober up with some carbs and caffeine before heading back to the outer borough whence you came?


A drunken stroll away is a tiny Indian joint called Desi Deli where there’s nary a bespoke plaid shirt, but quality basic Indian food on the cheap. Just ask the cabbies that keep it in business.

Yeah, it’s a little grungy. It might even be a health risk. But so are you. Don’t let the liquid courage you consumed in the quest of “the one that got away” go to waste. Buck up and step inside.

Though the Tikka Masala is mighty tasty, you might want to forgo it tonight. Ask instead for roti. This made-to-order bread will not disappoint and for a buck it’s easy on the wallet.

You can’t go wrong ordering chai, either. Don’t say “chai tea” – that’s like saying “beer beer.” Chai is tea. Or didn’t you learn that at your liberal arts college? Except it’s made with a real cardamom seed, not a mix.

So you’re not like the other clientele. Embrace it. Don’t get your food to-go. Sit down. Strike up a conversation with your taxi-driving neighbor. Maybe you can persuade him to drive you out to Bed-Stuy or wherever it is you couch surf.

Desi Deli 724 10th Ave, NY, 10019

Jigga What?

I'm doing a "webinar" tomorrow. It's a terrible word. Webinar? Really? I mean, I get the etymology: web-based seminar. But I don't like the word. How about "websem"? That would actually be faster to say. I realize it's a battle I've already lost. I also realize that it violates my "no rant" policy for this blog. Please forgive me.

How do you say it?

Do you know how to pronounce this? I learned when I was about 8 or 9. Most of the pencils in our house growing up were from the Brunschwig and Fils showroom at ADAC (the Atlanta interior design center). They were very liberal with their writing utensils and my mother brought a lot home. There are still a few floating around my parents' house even though my mother died 14 years ago.

People who had doctor dads would have pads of paper with medication names at the top. We had these pencils because my mom was an interior decorator. I think a lot of women of a certain age with good taste become decorators. More of the "help me redo my den now that the kids are off at college" variety rather than the "work with my architect to design the entire interior of my 27 room home in Alpine NJ" sort of thing. That was my mom, anyway. She did lots of smaller jobs for her friends more than anything else.

 I don't know whether my mom took any design courses, but she did have a good eye. I enjoyed going to ADAC with her as a kid. The diffrent showrooms were beautiful and quiet. Like libraries, in a way. I'd flip through the samples in various showrooms while she did her work. I'd always be the only kid in the place, which was kind of a cool feeling. Like I wasn't supposed to be there, that my mom and I were breaking some unspoken rules. I loved seeing the often beautiful sometimes outrageous fabrics and wall coverings. My private game was looking for the ugliest wallpaper in the showroom.

Brunschwig and Fils isn't exactly the most cutting edge; it's pretty safe.  And looking at their site today, it's not really my taste now, but I remember them as pretty great back in the day. By Buckhead standards anyway. Or maybe I just liked the free pencils.

The Breslin's Boiled Fried in Pig Fat Peanuts

Let's come clean here. Pig fat is called LARD. Be that as it may, peanuts that have been boiled which are then fried in said "pig fat" are delicious. At least the ones at the Michelin 1 Star Breslin are.

Amazing. Delicious. They go great with the "cask beer."

Everything is just a teensy bit precious within the confines of the Ace Hotel (including the Breslin, the No. 7 Sub Shop etc.) but I'm not complaining. I'm a fan even if I'm not a true hipster like most of the lobby inhabitants.

Secret Movie I Love: Over the Edge (1979)

What is it that I love about this film? The clothes and hair? The casting to age? The disaffected youth? Dystopia? The closing song over the credits? Yes to all.

Kate Middleton Envy? Who? Me?

Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

In the past few months I've been an extra on a few TV shows. I'd like to do more, but for whatever mysterious reason, they don't always want me. I try not to take it personally.

Anyone, literally anyone who is legal to work in the US, can be an extra. No skills required. You register for $25 at Central Casting and you, too, can be an extra. If they want you.

Why wouldn't they want me more frequently? Well, first of all, the pictures that they take make those at the DMV look like portraits by Annie Liebovitz. Terrible, awful pictures.

Perhaps also, I'm tall, so don't fit their wardrobes. I think that's true.

And the final issue is that you never know what time a certain day you will start or finish, so you can literally have no commitments at all the entire day. So that makes it harder to do.

What's the pay? Minimal. $75-85 for up to 10 hours of work. But they feed you. And you can be on screen for several seconds as I got to be on an episode of Law and Order: SVU. 7 seconds, baby.

"How Did I Get Here?"

I got off the subway at Canal Street. My Google maps wasn't working. I needed to get to Greenwich Street. I'm crossing the street, waiting for the light and a guy rolls up on a bike. I recognize him immediately. I ask him for directions. Greenwich Street is 2 blocks up. As he pulls away I say, "Thank you David Byrne!"

Yeah so the lead singer of the Talking Heads gave me directions in TriBeCa tonight.

Bird Is The Word.

JustinRichel from Etsy did this. I like it.

Shallow...

What I've learned from the show Dating in the Dark is that I'm shallow, too. Maybe not a fool, but I'm just as interested in looks as the next person. I wish this wasn't true. Especially since I know I'm not a "10" myself. But it's funny when people choose not to go with the person that's been revealed to them as less attractive because, let's be honest here, they aren't required to marry them, or even date long-term. Perhaps running away and not dealing just seems far easier than facing another person. Actually, I can relate to that, too.

Whoa! Update! I just read on the abc.com site the couples updates... only ONE is still together officially dating. Most of the others just remain in contact or talk regularly or stay in touch on Facebook (ha!). Well, there you go.

Aloha Jimmy!

(if Elvis ever went to see Buffet, he'd dress like this)

I went to my 2nd Jimmy Buffet concert ever this week. The last time I went was August of 1990, Lakewoood Ampitheatre, Atlanta GA. That concert was a part of his live album, Feeding Frenzy. I don't remember much (no, not because I was drunk/high), except having a pretty good time. And the motions to the song "Fins."


So, here I was this week, 20 years later, at Jones Beach for my 2nd concert. The crowd was older. There were lots of Hawaiian shirts and leis. I don't recall that from the last time. I remember more string bikini tops and cut off jeans from 1990. Maybe it's the toll of 20 years on those same fans? A Hawaiian shirt is far more forgiving.


But these fans were DETERMINED to have a good time. The tailgating looked like it had been going on all day. There was lots of awkward white-people-dancing. Lots of swaying.


Jimmy looked like your cool, tan uncle. He was in board shorts and barefoot.


I forgot that when you get past "Margaritaville," I still actually like some of his songs, and know a lot more than I realized. I only have "Margaritaville" on my iPod, but I really acutally like "One Particular Harbor" and a few others I had forgotten about.


I don't think I'm really Jimmy's demographic (a little too young, too dare I say "with it"), but I actually have a lot more respect coming out of the concert than I did going in. This guy's been at this for 40 years. He can sell out shows. People obviously take of days of work to see him. That's gotta say something.


He takes them to that place they imagine of frozen drinks, beaches, and no worries. I'd rather get on a plane and actually go, but maybe for some, the dream is better than the reality.

When (will) the Student Become(s) the Master (?)

I'm such a cliche. Saw Julie and Julia for the first time on Netflix. Immediately went to my mother's copy of Mastering and poached an egg. Then I did a chicken breast recipe and am planning to make beef braised in beer tomorrow. How middle-brow. Sigh.

(ps: making up for many missed entries in the past few months)

These Boots Were Made for Walker

My dad has started using one of these. What a hassle. He needs it, but still.

Leather Notes?

When it comes to wine, what I don't know could fill a very thick wine list.

What I do know, is that it's great to have a friend who works at a wine bar.

She's been letting me taste wines with hints of leather and tobacco. Who knew?

No Boone's Farms here, folks.

This is Wine and Roses on the Upper West Side. Try the prociutto, pear and blue cheese app if you happen to come. And tip heavily!

Your Telling The Truth

Grammar is going from bad to worse. A student friend of mine got a B on a recent papre because while the content was an A the grammar was a C. Bad grammar can be grating to thus of us with good grammar. But I shouldn't cast stones. My grammar, when correct, is pretty instinctive, not conscious. I do what looks or sounds right and I probably get about an A- level of correctness. Which was my overall high school GPA. Nowadays, if one grows up texting and IM-ing, where speed and brevity trump grammar, and in an age when computers correct spelling, it's no wonder. But I think I'm old-school enough I prefer "your" and "you're" to be used in the traditional way rather than "your" for both.

Absurd Statement

I'm in Starbucks, which, for reasons unclear to me, we call "Starby's" or "Starbs."

The advertisement sign reads:

Wishing is what makes the holidays the holidays.

No, no, no.

It's factually wrong, etymologcally wrong, and also meaningless. Literally ripping out meaning while trying to convey a feeling that will entice me to purchase flavored coffee.

(Now, I'm a total hypocrite. They just offered me a sample of peppermint mocha coffee and I accepted without hesitation.)

So much for that keen observation bordering on rant.

File Under: Center of the Universe

I donkt think itks my imagination that when I stand waiting for the bus with a group of people that the bus stops directly in front of my with disproportionate frequency. As if bus drivers instinctively know how important I am.

If only the rest of the universe followed their lead!