This is an essay I wrote about the eight months of writing of my screenplay "Next Exit ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm in a funk right now. I need to do something about it. I don't know what or how though.

Kurt Vonnegut died. So it goes.

Inspired by Grindhouse, my friends and I decided to make our own fake grindhouse trailer.

I am now officially a licensed driver in the state of california. Also, TV on the Radio was fucking amazing. It was the best show I've ever seen. The noisettes opened for them, and they were pretty good. But damn, TV on the Radio blew my mind. We were in front, so Tunde was liek five feet away from me. For their encore, they played "A Method" with ( Read more... )

So this year I decided to send Super 8 to Cannes. I'll probably get rejected again, because I've been putting it off for a month, and it's usually better to send a film early. They might have already selected all their short films ( Read more... )

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So we went to the marketplace to shoot an impromptu guerilla street music video a la Spike Jonze, to the song Hi8 Is Vastly Superior to Film by my band The Palindrome

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