Friday, January 21, 2005
The First Dozen
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The First Group of photographs from my Winter Holiday trip to Austin. Isn't Dustin's girlfriend absosmurfly adorable?
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Open Invitation
It's been a gorgeous last few days in San Diego, so like the dork I am, instead of ganging down to the beach with my friends to work on our tans and rub lotion on UCSD coeds, I took advantage of the 3-day weekend to finally clean out and lovingly polish my apartment in preparation for an upcoming parental visit and the imminent arrival of a friend for a weekend stay.
So here's the thing: the apartment is so spiffed-up now. And I have this luscious second bedroom with heart-attack views out onto the backyard, a futon, and an oozing residue of good vibes. You can even work out with the resident weightbench or have power script conferences around the bubblegum blue Ikea roundtable. Who could resist a visit under such circumstances?
All of you who want to escape the cold for a long weekend and see me in my native grazing, lounging, creating, and mating habitat need not even ask. 'Cause the fact is: you're invited! Come one, come all. I mean, the Quick Wong on 7th and Juniper can't be wrong, can it?
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A breath of fresh air
Just finished re-watching the film adaptation of Michael Chabon's "Wonder Boys." Oohh, tasty dialog that is. Here's a sample from the front end of the movie...
GRADY
Are you and Hannah seeing each other, James ?
JAMES LEER
No! What gave you that idea?
GRADY
Relax, James. I'm not her father. I just rent
her a room.
JAMES LEER
She likes old movies like I do, that's all.
GRADY
So what was the movie you two saw?
JAMES LEER
Son of Fury. With Tyrone Power and
Frances Farmer.
GRADY
She went crazy, Frances Farmer.
JAMES LEER
So did Gene Tierney. She's in it too.
GRADY
Sounds like a good one.
JAMES LEER
It wasn't bad.
And then, towards the end of the picture, this amazing exchange:
They ride in silence for a moment, then Oola turns,
glances at GRADY
and his little sheaf of pages.
OOLA
So what was it about?
(as GRADY looks up)
Your book. What was the story?
GRADY stares into Oola's sweet, brown eyes.
GRADY
I don't know...
Oola's brow wrinkles. CRABTREE glances at his old friend,
genuine compassion in his eyes.
CRABTREE
What he means is, it's difficult to distill
the essence of a book sometimes. It-lives in
the mind.
VERNON
Yeah, but you gotta know what it's about,
right? I mean, if you didn't know what it was
about, why were you writing it?
GRADY
I couldn't stop.
You can read the rest of the script here.
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