miss me?

Sorry I've been M.I.A. lately. I have been struck by a lack of inspiration. Someone throw me a bone about what to work on next.

thought of the day, 6: T.G.I.F.

It's 3 PM on a Friday, and I believe there are only 3 people left in the lab here. Including me.

But I figure, I might as well stay here and stare at my computer at work, since that's what I'd do if I were home right now.

And also, who's getting drunk tonight? I AM! I AM!

thought of the moment, 3: fond food memories

I bought alphabet soup tonight and am having it with a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. But dude...remember Spaghetti-Os? Those things were the best.

thought of the day, 5: everybody sucks

Is it a bad sign that I listened to System of a Down at 8:30 in the morning and it made me feel better about being angry?

please watch this video

Do What You Want, by OK Go
You know, the guys on the treadmills. I have a crush on them.

Also. Manboobs are an important dealbreaker. I cannot handle them. Under any circumstances. Thought you all should know.

thought of the day, 4: little triumphs

My life is made up of tiny little victories. Like the fact that I ordered pizza lunch for 20 people today and no one yelled at me about not getting enough food.

thought of the day, 3: ants in my pants

Uh oh. This is going to be a long winter. I already have spring fever.

thought of the day, 2: quick fixes

Sometimes when you cry on the subway, the only way to really drown your sorrows is by buying clothes. Works every time.

Who needs antidepressants?

thought of the moment, 2: wishful thinking

I woke up this morning and thought it was spring.

fingers

this little piggy went to college
this little piggy became a prostitute
this little piggy killed himself
this little piggy died at birth
and this little piggy became king
times 2

thought of the moment: simple pleasures

Sometimes I really love plucking my eyebrows. I called myself eyebrow-centric once.

That is all.

thought of the day: subway intimacy

The NYC subways are intimate. I may as well have been holding hands with the guy sitting to my right today. (And he was hot.) In a city where eye contact is basically avoided, it's interesting to note.

Also, I want to meet this guy. I think we could be very happy together.

A Happy Play?

(this is a conversation they have had before.)

I: i got somethin’ to say.
U: --
(listen’n) huh.
I: you listen’n?
U: (nods)
I: cuz i don’t want you to…get how you get.
U: huh?
I: all…scared-y and shit. like i’m talkin’ ‘bout sendin’ you to jail or somethin’.
U: ha.
I: i’m bein’ serious.
you gotta listen to me. i been thinkin’ all day and night about how much i love ya. how much i think i might need ya. how much i wish we were always together. livin’ together and lovin’ whenever we wanted. i’m missin’ you when you’re not near me.
ya heard me?
U: huh.
I: good. and i know how you feel ‘bout me…
U: unh.
(smilin’)
I: good.
(smilin’)
--
c’mere.
(they kiss)
--
one day when we get married, i’m gonna be real angry that it took so long.
U: ha.
I: (sighs)

(this is a conversation they will have again.)

i met zach braff tonight

I just saw the most incredible musical, called Spring Awakening. Zach Braff was in the audience, walked by and grabbed my roommate's arm. I had to sit through the 2nd act with him 4 rows behind me. And then after the amazing conclusion of the show, I introduced myself.

Then I finally posted my fan letter to him on his website. Check out www.zachbraff.com. It's posted as a comment under his January 17th entry, dated February 2...there are 1000 some-odd posts, so good luck finding it.

So here's to you, Zach. Thanks for being so nice to me tonight.

November 1, 2005

Dear Zach Braff:

I’m writing in great appreciation and admiration of your film, Garden State. I am 22 years old, and this was the first movie experience I’ve had in which what was unfolding onscreen mirrored so exactly my own life and conversations I had had.

“I can tap-dance; do you wanna see me tap-dance?” was absolutely a regular quote of mine, before I saw the film. My roommate and I had a tap routine that we regularly performed at a local movie theater in Oakland. And I had had that conversation about home and homesickness. A familiar chord was struck in me by the idea that family is a group of people missing the same thing about a place that probably doesn’t exist. I had finally surrounded myself with a chosen family of friends and had begun to explore what my childhood home had meant to me, the ways my family had shaped, fostered, and broken me and my model for a home.

I saw the film at the beginning of my senior year at UC Berkeley, a concentrated time of drastic and swift change. I was living what was being portrayed in your movie: an unknown future, a new, surprising and overwhelming love, epiphanies in my discovery of self. It was a profound experience, at this potent point in my life, to see distinct parts of it onscreen.

Your respectful control of your set, your obvious admiration for your collaborators, and your precise vision are to be celebrated. I appreciate so much that there are intelligent, down-to-earth young people in the movie-making business. I think you and they should start a quiet revolution, producing films that really portray the truths young people can identify with.

Without sounding too dramatic, I believe this film changed my life. At a time in my life when I was coming to terms with my adulthood, your film propelled me further into the secure reality that I had already lived and learned a lot. Because I saw it at such a crossroads in my life, it’s hard for me to separate the experience of the movie with the experience of my life at the time. But it doesn’t matter. The effect is the same. Your film touched the part of me that was changing, the part of me that continues to change, post-college, when the “real work begins,” as they say. It also touched that precious unchanging part of me that stands steadfast in the midst of the constant confusion I’m experiencing as a recent college graduate, and I thank you for confirming that part of me in your film. After such a seemingly clear time, it’s the one thing I am certain of in this hazy, unsure part of my life.

Thank you again for telling a universal story for 20-somethings. I look forward to your next written and directorial projects.