Its been 20 years since I started writing, 11 years since I've posted anything and about 2 weeks since I realized that I still could. I feel a nostalgic obligation to editorialize what's happened to that "tenacious bastard banging around in my chest" over a decade ago and whether all that lonely paddling ever got me anywhere.

If my late twenties ( Read more... )

This is the best kept record of any period of my life. No photo album or shoebox full of nostalgic keepsakes is as succinct. Five years of writing that encapsulates my fledgling twenties known retrospectively as "the rough patch". These years were defined by intellectual insecurity and ennui ( Read more... )

Surrounded by friends, we laughed and danced as we counted down to the new year. While hugs, kisses and handshakes were exchanged, the night was tinged with a sense of awareness. And as the evening went on and we all went home with each other, being lonely was all I could think about. Of course, there are friends and family. Some I'm fond of and ( Read more... )

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I wish I could justify all these scribbles in my daybook ( Read more... )

Wong Kar Wai's My Blueberry Nights Teaser

In the past few days, I was afforded the luxury of watching David Lynch's Inland Empire a couple of times. The three hour dream logic narrative left the crowd clamoring for answers after recovering from what can only be described as an exhausting and dizzying experience. Fantastic and well worth the wait. You should see it. It screens nightly at ( Read more... )

Coming home from another day at my nine to five ( Read more... )

I often look into the past to the days when I was a mere boy and realize how much I would've kicked my own ass. From wearing the same ratty green camper’s vest that was poorly coordinated with a blue tie dye shirt everyday to spending countless dollars on pogs, I wasn't a very cool kid to say the least, this was confirmed by a girl I was bullied by ( Read more... )

Tonight I found myself sitting in a posh editing suite alone for several hours listening to the Modern Lovers while I waited for footage to render. Admist shelling peanuts and popping them into my mouth, I muttered to myself "fuck this art school entrance bullshit. I just wanna make a Powell & Pressburger film already." As an after thought, I ( Read more... )