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- LOLdiversity
When I came out to L.A., I had coffee with the then head of development at Goldwyn. He told me that the best thing I could do for my career was to join my special interest mafia which for me, meant the Asian Film Mafia (or East/West Players).
That didn’t sit too well with me because […]
- ritalin, take me awaaaaaaay
The depths of my procrastination have reached new lows:
I organized my entire Gmail box. Mind you, I didn’t do it the smart way. I didn’t click select all and click the archive button like a normal person would have done. I made labels, filters, and starred messages that I should reply to, instead […]
- gung hay fat choy, bitches
Happy New Year!
This has got to be a great year, since it is the year of the pig, the noble animal that is responsible for all that is fine and good in the culinary world.
Truffles?
Bacon?
Pork fat?
Need I go on?
So, here’s to a very treyf but very tasty year.
So far, it’s […]
- wrestling with pilots
That damn pilot that just won’t land ain’t showing me any love on Valentine’s Day. I keep meaning to post the conclusion to jury duty but I’m stuck trying to coax this damn pilot down to the ground.
Where are those motherfucking snakes when you need them?
- i got outsourced
So I’ve been working on a new comedy script called Outsourced. It’s a fish out of water story about - you guessed it - outsourcing. A lazy, fast-talking mid-level manager is sent to India to set up operations for his Google-like employer. When his friends are laid off back at home, he decides […]
- he’s doing away with dominant sevenths
Mary Milan and I saw Range View Productions‘ Suicide in B Flat by Sam Shepard at the Hayworth Theatre last night. “Suicide” is one of Shepard’s lesser known works that I feel some ownership over not only because I really dig it but also because I directed it some years back.
It was weird, kind of […]
- food fight!
The recent ban of foie gras and the ensuing fights in Chicago are crazy. I keep imagining the police raiding a crack house and to find well heeled epicureans huddled in a corner trying to score their fix of fatty, waterfowl liver. Or narcotics detectives roll by Charlie Trotter’s and see that he’s […]
