These are some breath-taking photos of the best time of my life. Emotionally, spiritually, physically…Burning Man pushes you on so many levels, breaks you down and lets you re-build into a new something. I crave Burning Man.
After spending a week filming and doing voice-overs, I am proud to finally present my debut as host of “The Executive Lifestyle’” series for BioBusiness.TV. Check out the channel and watch how life is for an elite few in NYC!
I hope you enjoy it; while there are many things that I do not like about my videos and the series as a whole, it sure was a ton of fun! And I think I did a pretty good job too… : )
Well, this was one strange Thanksgiving. After coming off an 8-day shoot, I got in the car and came straight back to the rents in NJ. But not for a traditional Thanksgiving feast…nooooooo I came back to wait tables!!! Woo hoo! So here I am alone, about to go to work on Black Friday after having a miserable T-day last night. I actually managed to burn my dinner. My dinner of fish sticks. Lame.
On the brighter side, its gorgeous outside. With the yellow leaves plastered all over the backyard, there is this yellow brilliance as the sunlight bounces off the leaves into the house. It is the most absurdly beautiful fall I have ever seen. I’m loving the world right now.
If only I didnt have to go to work in an hour…but God knows making films ain’t paying the rent! At least not yet. You just gotta plug away, day by day, until something happens for you. And it’s surely not going to happen if you just sit on your ass all the time - so watch out, here I come!
Thanks to all in the world for their positive energy. I’m sending out good vibrations to all those in need; send ‘em back if you have some extra!!!
One of the primary disadvantages to having so many rooommates and only one bathroom is that there are times when you really, really, really need to go. And you just can’t. You must wait.
Open the door, check to see if there’s anyone in there still.
Wait some more.
Then you forget that you have to pee for like 5 seconds - and someone else gets in there before you.
So you wait.
And this cycle can theoretically keep going forever, because it is very easy to get distracted while waiting for the bathroom. Watch some YouTube, talk on the phone, or even write a post about how much you have to freakin ’ pee. Yet you still don’t get off your ass and just go pee.
An interesting function of human nature? Perhaps. An idiotic lazy-ass? Most likely.
After my initial few days of living this loft life (which includes being woken up by loud sex at odd hours of the night and lots of creaky floors), I decided to get out of the city to go to IKEA.
For those of you that aren’t familiar with New Jersey, it is incredibly difficult to recover from a wrong turn off most highways. You cannot simply “turn around” because you have already veered off into some random town, highway or industrial complex. It is an absolute disaster if you mess up once, because then you can quickly become hopelessly lost.
Being hopelessly lost is much more tolerable with a friend, so props to my photographer amigo Michael Webber for sitting and smiling while I screamed in frustration at being lost. I wasn’t the most chill cat, especially when I almost sideswiped a sedan full of black dudes as we tried to figure out which direction to go at a fork in the road. Suffice it say, he was calm and supportive. And I tried not to blame him for anything…EVEN IF I WAS GOING ALLLLL THE WAY TO IKEA JUSTTTT FOR HIM!!! hahah….JOKE. No IKEA was also for me - I was disgustingly excited to furnish yet another apartment with IKEA goodies. First my place in Switzerland right out of high school, then my place in LA when I went to USC for a semester “abroad” and now my loft in Brooklyn.
Mmmmm. Me thinks I am beginning to sound pretentious. New York is working!
Back on Track: I also had another motive for going to NJ today - we were scouting hospital locations for this NYU grad thesis film called “Shooting Script” that I am production coordinator on. So we spent several hours wandering around northern New Jersey checking out this creepy abandoned hospitals. It was one of the coolest things, because we saw the hospital where the final episode of Sopranos was filmed. While there, we got to go to the morge…spine chilling! It was weird because it was so small. With only enough room for four bodies, it makes me think the hospital was a pretty safe one.
And as we were driving in Irvington, NJ, where the hospital was located, I noticed that we were the only white dudes anywhere. Everywhere. From this location all the way into downtown Newark, black faces were the majority. A few Mexicans here and there, and only one white woman that I saw. We even went into a Wendys, two gay white boys and a bunch of black people. I love that feeling of having things switched, of experiencing a world that is not everyday. It was like traveling in my own country, seeing things with new eyes and pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. Why is it that we all stick together? Why do all the whites go here, blacks here…why is there Chinatown, Little Italy…why do we choose to live in these “ghettos” (I use this in the sense of people of one kind together)? Are we too lazy to try to learn from others? Does the majority keep minorities down by forcing them to live in certain areas? Would minorities even want to be living up against other minorities? What is NEW YORK?
There was this flood of strange thoughts, some of them seemingly naive and others unintelligible. But I am starting to see things through a different lens now that I have been living and breathing This New York Life for almost a month now. So many cultures, so many people, so close yet so seperate. What does it all mean?
Ok I am tired and need to edit my reel. Im going to leave this babbling post and bid y’all good night.