I like unexpected bookstores. The best ones are crammed tight with books like some bizarre jumbly attic library brought down to street level, with a certain quality of light that never quite feels fresh and with almost no one who shops there at the same time you do. All the books are as used as people are; they have histories you can't crack by ( Read more... )

It's the Ides of March, a day that may hold no significance unless you like your Shakespeare or your history; a day that's supposed to be fraught with bad luck, after Caesar's end at the hands of Brutus. Other people aren't superstitious; personally, I always have been. I'm superstitious without even great belief in something much more than that, ( Read more... )

I can't even trust Livejournal not to give me errors and missed messages lately; any attempt to reply to people lately just keeps getting aborted, sometimes through my own fault and sometimes through technical troubles. That's my life; my cellphone's always low on batteries, my scenes are always needing a reshoot. I say things one way and sort out ( Read more... )

"Dangerous Parking", the film I'm set to make this summer with Guy Pearce, is finally announced, with principal filming to begin this summer in London and Morocco ( Read more... )

( This one makes me happy. )

Sometimes I wonder if we all let ourselves lie that much so we can have our drama. Every time I started to lie like that on the phone today, she actually shouted at me until I laughed, so I knew I was doing it. If everybody had a liar-shouter, we might be better off. Or maybe not, because then we'd know that other people knew ( Read more... )

Lunch conversation ( Read more... )

My afternoon today was swallowed by the Project Runway marathon on Bravo; I blame you, Shannon and Dagmara, but in a good way. The drama! The clothes! Today was lazy, the weather and the tension giving me a little ache on either temple that I've been chasing away with a peppermint-caffeine balm and a refusal to take off my fuzzy slippers. I skid on ( Read more... )

I barely got a breather when I got back to LA; I should have planned more carefully, because I've really cut it too close to the start of filming for Edmond in New York. That's right; LA was a tiny breather before starting to film again, and they need me sooner rather than later -- ie, end of this week. The words 'glutton for punishment' may well ( Read more... )

I keep trying to come up with comments to people or something to fill this update, because I really want to be reaching out and connecting, but I'm strangely unable to find the words. Maybe I should just leave it like this, since people like to fill up a void. So tell me something. You're all wonderful, and I don't bite without invitation; maybe ( Read more... )