Out There Part of Your World

The semester has finally "officially" started, though as a producer this "introduction to the class" session seemed about 6 weeks too late! No worries there, the key to producing is to realize the avalanche is right on your heals and know it's moments away from burying you. Sounds like fun, eh?

Since the work load has consumed most my last few days, and today as well (though I am taking a 3 hour break tonight to take in delightful hockey match up of Henrik Zetterberg and the Red Wings take on those pesky up and comers the L.A. Kings at the Staple Center). I've had the luxury of being too exhausted to care that I have no room, nothing unpacked and am sleeping on a futon that seems to be gasping for life in the cushion. Again, no worries. Though, it's kind of strange looking up and seeing your flocculent mattress leaning up against the wall behind a couch. So close yet so far.

Tidbits of the week:

In the 1988 movie Twins, smoking was permitted in supermarkets. I thought Marney was pretty when I was 8 years old and still think she's a knock-out now, even with her 80's hair and smoking her cigarette after deflowering Julius.

Can't wait for Obama to go from president-elect to president. Hope he saves the world. The potential Great Depression 2 (GDII) makes me quite pensive.

Still haven't found "I'd rather be reading Bukowski" bumper stickers for me and my sister.

My Starbucks giftcards from Christmas are running dangerously low.

I need to find 2 hours this weekend to see a new print of Godard's Made in the U.S.A. - one that's never been released on video or dvd - and wouldn't you know, is playing over at the NUART this week.


Can't wait to find an LP of the song to be played in the credits of WATCHMEN, a Bob Dylan cover of "Desolation Row" by My Chemical Romance- glee.