Boulevard....

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.
G. K. Chesterton
(1874 - 1936)


The follies which a man regrets most, in his life, are those which he didn't commit when he had the opportunity.
Helen Rowland
(1876 - 1950)

From Beautiful Santa Monica

  • I’m writing in this from the beautiful new library in the heart of Santa Monica. I say ‘new’, but it actually opened in January - it’s new to me, and that’s what matters - and it’s pretty fantastic. Huge windows, high ceilings, large rooms, many many computers and volunteers….nicely done.
  • There’s a Google building at the corner of 6th and Arizona. I don’t know what goes on there, but I’m constantly tempted to walk in and start asking them stuff in the hopes that it’s a brick-and-mortar version of the website. “Where’s the post office?” “Cognitive dissonance!” “Define: alabaster!” I also like to imagine that anything that comes out of the building (reports, bills, etc.) comes out accompanied by a healthy stack of pornography.
  • My search for a decent late-night laundromat was ended by my friend Jasmine, who pointed me towards Lucy’s. Lucy’s Laundromat seems to be designed to cater specifically to the domicile-averse. I’ve seen a few, but thus far only patronized the one near Sunset and Western, which combines a 24 hour laundromat, a 24 hour Subway, a late-night Burger King, a Wells Fargo station and an Ace Check Cashing place into one building, along with a few other useful services like water bottle refills. It’s kind of kooky but insanely useful - a capitalist commune, as it were.
  • Just to hint: The song I’ve been working on with Darrel is coming along incredibly well. I’m itching to get it done - ideally by the end of next week or so. Whenever we finish, it’s going straight to the MySpace page, so please check it out. He’s spending a well-earned week in Hawaii with Kara, partaking in what I like to think of as a wake to their pre-parenthood lives. I can’t wait for him to get back, and I mean that in an entirely non-gay way. Mostly, at any rate.
  • I had my first open call audition yesterday, and it was kind of fun. Silly, but fun. ‘Cattle call’ doesn’t begin to describe it; this was like being inspected by the person who tosses out inadequate Hershey’s Kisses as they scream by on the assembly line. On the other hand, I said I wanted to read for a voice-over part and they suggested an on-screen one, so who knows….

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