Echo

It’s a Beautiful Day

I’ve just spent the last half hour laughing until I had tears rolling down my face.

Michael now has a blog.

I’m extremely protective of him so I’m not quite ready to reveal his address yet, but it’s awesome.

A hint about its title though…

Michael has always liked to follow in my footsteps. I played softball growing up. He aspired to play softball. I played a video game signed in as Julia the Shit. He signed in as Michael the Jerk.
Well, yesterday, I was setting up his blog for him and I asked him what he wanted to name it. He knew that mine is called Car Alarms Are Really Sensitive, so let’s just say that car alarms are really sensitive because cars are really delicate.

Here’s my favorite post of his so far:

Working at a Car Wash place and places I work at

If I ever got offered a job at “Prowash” I would take it. I love to help out to do the codes. And I have done them in the past before I hurt my hand. I can even help to tell every driver what to do. I always wanted a job like that. I would like to work Part-Time. I am currently working at a big firm office called “Mckinsey and Company ” every Tuesdays and Thursdays and stock sodas, juices,waters, upstairs and downstairs. And I do filing and copying. I also work at “The New Orient Restaurant” every Saturday of each week. I work at Mckinsey and Company for a full 2hrs and I also work at The New Orient Restaurant for an hour.

And I also work at The New Orient Restraunt 1hr every Saturday of each week. I count up checks, take orders and help bring the food out to the customers. I can definitely work at the Prowash in Fremont,CA by 680 south. I want to work after school is over. I will be graduating Tuesday June 20, 2006. I am good at doing everything. I will work after Tuesday, June 20, 2006. That is when I am out of school. I will be on time everyday to work. And last but not least I am ready to work any day of the week, except on holidays.

Minutes of fun…

Today I had a rough day. Something is bothering me but I’m not exactly sure what. On the surface it was fine. I enjoy stress, actually. It’s a guilty pleasure.

Then there’s the old one working at the mall. The new one…whoever the hell he is. A work environment that occasionally feels hostile, occasionally feels at home, I can’t commit to either. Some days I don’t know whether to laugh or cry but it’s a delicious feeling when you find the perfect balance between both, a bittersweet edge that feels as satisfying as watching a skateboarder screetch across a rail with a trail of flying sparks.

I was reunited with an old professional acquaintance today (but is it really professional when they’re touching you?) and he seemed sad. Sad to hear I was busy and sad that he wasn’t because business hadn’t been so great. I think we are humbled by people from our past who step back into our lives, because they are the only ones who can really evaluate us by comparing us to who we were.

I don’t know. I don’t know if I was different. I haven’t been back there in so long. Maybe something changed in me, or maybe I’ve always been this way and I’m now coming to terms with it. I just don’t want you coming any closer.

Human beings have always been fascinated with the notion of a “message in a bottle.” These cryptic messages pose a mystery about an unknown place and person…an entire foreign world that the finder’s imagination tries to will into existence by materialising it on the same plane or frequency as his or her reality.

I would love to some day be artistically involved in a project that allowed me to see different modern-day depictions of robots. I think that’s one reason I like sf brian’s drawings so much. I’ve got such a thing for robots. But I guess it’s an Asian thing, huh?

Is it weird that I just had my face in my hands whispering, “Robots. Do you wanna be a robot?” And I suddenly realized my brother was right next to me, because he whispered back, “Yesss…”

I always wanted a big brother.

People who yo-yo diet are the ones who have physiques where the body fat gathers unevenly in targeted areas. Typical A-types, and the B-types who love them.

The Bucket of Truth

The Upright Citizens Brigade did a whole skit on it. Raw, unadulterated truth. Raw, unadulterated truth is purely devastating, in that it questions everything you’ve always thought was real…the tiny assumptions that meld together to form your entire, private subjective world.

I was driving to the Clippers/Wizards game on Friday and I don’t remember how it came up, but my roommate said, “I have something shameful about [your ex] that I never told you.”

He said, “It was around Christmas time last year and I went into Banana Republic…and he was working there. I almost wanted to walk up to him and say, ‘Nice nametag.'”

hehe

I love that Brian deemed it “shameful.” Because my ex is the same arrogant, obnoxious guy who powertripped and always talked about how much money he made as an SAT instructor and thought he was hot shit because he was the right-hand man in a tiny company. Who, after a conversation with my uncles that included him saying that he came out to LA to be an actor but found himself unable to leave SAT instruction because it was a “lucrative business,” prompted my family to tell me that he seemed too materialistic and full of himself.

I’m sure he was working at the BR for the discount. Which seems like a strange thing to do, for someone who loved to boast about making close to six-figures a year…

A review about a local apartment complex from a current resident:

On numberous occasions I have been offered drugs by inhabitants of building #3. Even though I say no and walk away from them, they follow me to my door.

Just last night one of the gang bangers told me, “I want to suck your tits and —- you all night long.” I have informed management about this and they said, “that’s not our problem.”

I’m sorry. I just love Stewart.

Stuff

I figure I’ll call this post “Stuff,” because on our work schedule for this week, it said we’d be starting our week on Monday morning with a “Stuff Meeting.” And indeed, we talked about stuff over croissants and coffee. Nice typo, guys.

Today I’m thinking about interracial relationships.

My parents are open-minded for Chinese parents. In college, they watched me swerve way from business school and major in film and english without uttering a single word of criticism, which shows a great deal of open-mindedness and trust that didn’t go uncriticized by their parental peers. They graciously allowed me to explore an avenue that grated against their own practical senses. But the one thing that they’re not so keen on is the arena of interracial relationships. They’ve already gotten used to the idea that the man I’ll eventually marry may not be Chinese, a notion supported by the fact that I’ve never brought a Chinese boy home (not because I’m not attracted to Chinese men, but because they rarely approach me in a romantic manner. I’ve only gone out with 2 Chinese guys [totalling 2 dates] in my life). So over the years, they’ve revised their stance to–they would obviously prefer if I married a Chinese man, but they would be okay with someone Jewish or white.

Now, I’ve never been one who liked other people being the boss of me and limiting my options. I may not necessarily want to do something, but if you tell me I can’t do it, then by God I am going to fight for the right to do it, just so I have that option even if I’ll probably never use it.

My mom and I are very close but our most bitter fights revolve around interracial dating. She feels that if I wanted to date someone, say, black, I should “just be friends.” But I definitely shouldn’t marry them because “your children will have a rough life because of racism.” Her main point isn’t that she doesn’t like black people, but that, as someone who loves me, she doesn’t want me (or my kids) to deal with the ugly end of racism if I don’t have to. It’s a strange example of maternal protectiveness. The thing that’s bizarre is that she cares a great deal about the black community. She’s always donating computers to low-income school districts and starting educational/outreach programs. She’s always said that when she retires, she wants to work specifically with the education of poor African-American kids to help them rise up in the face of an unlevel playing field. But yet, she’d have a fit if I brought home someone black.

We tend to clash over this quite often. I’m always asking her, “Well if you had to choose, would you rather that I brought home a woman…or a black man?” And she gets really pissed when I get mad at her either way, citing that this shows that her love is conditional. Part of me wants to bring home a black woman just to really fuck with her. But I hate that she’s intelligent and caring and kind and yet, there’s this “thing” that just drives me crazy.

But then I thought about this–if I were to bring home a black man that treated me incredibly well and was everything I’ve always wanted in a partner, then it would be hard to ignore that I’m happy and this person is clearly a good person. But what if, down the road, that person fucked up? What if he cheated on me, turned into a jerk or turned out to be financially irresponsible or draining? Then it becomes this thing where my family can act like I-told-you-so, based solely on the color of his skin. A guy could be Chinese or white and possess the same good traits, but the moment things go sour, it’s unfortunate. But if the guy is someone who is already fighting an uphill battle because he’s gotta be a saint to get my family to look past the color of his skin, and then he turns out to be a fuck up, then it only affirms their mistaken blanket stance on race. That’s a lot of weight to place on a partner’s shoulders. And it makes me angry at how stupid prejudice is. Expecting a person to carry the weight of an entire group on his shoulders, with every action scrutinized. It’s so unfair.

*****
I was out until 4am last night. I went to a surprise birthday party at Boardwalk 11 (a karaoke bar). This girl was rocking out to a Journey song, totally into it, doing high kicks and straddling the mic stand like she should have had teased hair and a leather one-piece jumpsuit. I was staring at her in awe and admiration and said to the guy next to me, “My God…I think she has a penis.” And she must have heard because she looked over, looked me in the eye and shook her head, not missing a beat. THAT. Is commitment to character.

So I’m really tired and all my posts today have probably been written poorly, for which I apologize. I’ll go over them later. In the meantime, I’m supposed to be writing an article about the self-storage industry, which is fucking boring. I’ve realized that even when these articles get published and they send me a copy, I don’t even read them. I’m so bored with the subject that I can’t even get through my own article.

That’s pretty sad.

*****
Michael is coming into town today. He’ll be staying with me for 10 days. I’m sure there will be anecdotes to come.

*****
I’ve lost my exercise priveleges. Hurt my back again so I’m banned from working out for 2 weeks. I’m going crazy. I can FEEL my fat cells multiplying. You fat fuck, I hear myself saying. Just go to the gym. Shoot some baskets but just walk after the ball. YouR doctor will never know if you don’t tell him.

But it’s sick. It’s an addiction. I’m an exercise junkie, the worst kind of junkie, the ones that never even get to find themselves passed out on a dirty mattress in a crackhouse with a dead hooker on the ground next to them.

*****
Good God, I’m so sleepy.

I’ve always said that I don’t really believe in predictive astrology (or astrology that predicts events) versus psychological astrology, which I think is a powerful tool for self-awareness and therapy, but then I read certain things and they blow me away.

I was in the shower this morning and I suddenly remember reading a previous monthly horoscope from Astrology Zone which provides very well-researched and detailed monthly horoscopes. I remember it had said something about unexpected tension at home. Seeing as things were completely fine with my dad and completely blew up last month, I looked up last month’s horoscope. I’ve already posted that other one I found that was uncanny. This one was crazy, too.

Despite the lovely tone to this month, the full moon on February 24 may cause tensions to arise at home. This full moon will fall in Virgo in your home and family sector, in opposition to Uranus. Virgo is not an easy placement for you.

The problem is, Uranus will send a direct challenge to this full moon. Whatever comes up will be something completely unexpected. Try to keep your schedule light around this time, for you won’t want to be distracted with too much office work. If your actual physical home is not the problem, it will have something to do with a family member, roommate, or someone connected to your home, such as a landlord, decorator, contractor, or broker. If you have any situation brewing at the start of the month, try to get a handle on things before the full moon’s complicated dynamics come into play.

Full moons either bring a finish to an endeavor (in this case, such as a move or renovation) or bring feelings to the surface (for you this month, in your relationship with your Dad or another person connected to home or family).

That timing was that week after I came back from being up north when my dad went out of his way to ignore me and I realized how much shit I was carrying from growing up with him that wasn’t even mine.

I think astrology gets a bad rap from those stupid unresearched blurbs in newspapers and magazines. Most of it is just analysis of patterns based on thousands of years of data and observations.

I Found It!

The thing that drove me nuts in Switzerland because I had fallen asleep and left the TV on, and every 10 minutes, this came on (open the file for “The Annoying Thing.” I believe it was an ad for ringtones). It was driving me crazy, yet I was too lazy to get up and turn off the TV. I must have heard it a good 18-20 times.

Oops…

Update

I met with the potential producer and the line producer yesterday. The producer and I were talking about trust and responsibility and I was saying how I need someone I can trust is taking care of the things he’s supposed to take care of so I can concentrate on the things I need to focus on, and how I see everything from the perspective of teamwork, and he was telling me how he’s very trustworthy–he once sailed a boat to the arctic and in that situation, you learn that you have to recognize that every person’s actions affect everyone else, sometimes in life or death situations in the face of a hurricane or things, and that that was a situation where he understood the value of being trustworthy and responsible. And I’m like, dude, you sailed a boat to the arctic? I…played sports. The earliest he’s available is August because he’s about to be greenlit for a feature shooting in June, but I’d like to work with him so I might wait until August for the short. It’ll give me more time to raise funds and prepare, anyway.

Working with the Actors– Gameplan

I’m so excited about working with actors. This is my favorite part, the melding of psychology and creation. I’m very method and like actors with that background. The way I want to work with the two leads who have a very strained marriage with passive-aggressive resentment (the man cheated on the wife), is to put them through a simulated therapy, with me as the therapist. When I work with actors, they need to be able to be so immersed in their characters, any question I ask them about themselves, they will be able to instinctively answer and know it jives with the truth. What was your biggest fear as a child? What is your darkest secret? How do you feel about where you are in your life at this very moment? Is it where you thought you would be when you looked towards the future when you were younger? What do you like for breakfast? What is a trait about your best friend/wife that you secretly find utterly irritating? What kind of people are you secretly prejudiced against? etc. And then once they get comfortable answering these questions (more so with the act of answering and knowing that what they said was true than the actual answers themselves), then I tweak it by asking them questions that imply certain things that they have to adapt to, implying events, like, “How did you feel when your husband told you he’d cheated on you?” etc. This plants certain things in their characters psyche, which affects their psychological outcome and performance.

I want to work with them separately, fine tune their own characters without the other knowing what exactly has been created, build up their positions, discuss their marriage and their resentment of the relationship and their partner from their own subjective perspectives, really delve into that resentment. Then put the two together. I don’t want each person to know what the other has said about him or her. But because it’s been talked about, it’ll color their interaction. It’s like, each person knows the other talked shit about him. But they don’t know exactly what, creating an underlying tension and resentment. Furthermore, I plan to keep them fairly separated throughout the preproduction process and during production. During the “therapy” stage, I’ll schedule one after the other with a slight overlap, keeping the other waiting in another room so each person is well aware that the other is talking about them. I also plan to have an exercise where they sit together in an empty room facing each other, but aren’t allowed to say a single word to each other. I’ll do this the first day, make them as uncomfortable around each other as possible. Since this couple is passive aggressive, by the actual actor not knowing exactly what the other resents him or her for or where the other is coming from, it should create a genuinely passive-aggressive and tense interaction to work with, which is what I need to carry this film. And then we can all go out for beers when this is done.

I’m so freakin’ excited.

Rejection

I watched Remember the Titans for the first time tonight. What an awesome, uplifting movie! I’m partial to sports movies anyway, but not since Monster’s Ball have a cried like that while watching a movie. It’s such an inspirational story, with amazing characters. The fact that it’s based on a true story just makes it.

Afterwards, I was watching the DVD features and they talk with the screenwriter. He tells a story about how, after writing the script, his agent said, “If this doesn’t sell, we’re in the wrong business,” and then they go out with it, and it tanks. It was turned down by every studio, even multiple times by some, and everywhere they went, they only got a “No.” The screenwriter talks about how he was trying to drum up the courage to tell the guys that the movie was based on that no one in Hollywood was interested in making their story, when Bruckheimer called and asked to see it, and it all went from there. They get a sound byte from Bruck saying how sometimes, you just need one person to believe in a project to get it rolling.

What an amazing story. If you’ve seen the movie, then you know that in itself, the events are wonderful and tragic and uplifting. But to hear that such a great tale was rejected over and over by the powers that be in Hollywood, is a reminder that as a writer (or director or actor or whatever you are), you can’t let that stuff get you down. You can’t take the No as a reflection of your work. You just have to believe in it, and sometimes, things that seem dead in the water are given new life when the timing is right. You just have to keep the faith.

Anyway, if you haven’t seen the movie, watch it.

Why Brian is a dialogue-machine:

(on his co-worker being in Amsterdam):

“He’s probably smoking some hash right now while watching some skank juice oranges with her cooter.”

Last Night’s Dream

I was in my high school, which was actually this large, multi-level building like a large mall rather than the flat shitspread that it actually is. There had been a serial killer loose there for a while, and I was the criminal-behavioral psychologist who had been profiling him. I had recently made public statements that the killer was a latent homosexual and most likely impotent, trying to rile him up and push him into making a mistake.

I was hanging around the school, hoping to catch him lurking when I saw some people suddenly screaming and running. Knowing it was him and that he had been pushed into a killing spree in broad daylight, I tried to sneak into the area to try to catch a glimpse of him. Unfortunately, he saw me and started chasing me. We ran through the halls and up stairs and he was one level behind me. I knew that if I slowed down even a little bit, he’d catch me. He was a tall, lean guy in his 30’s, very wiry and fast (looked like that dude from Scissor Sisters but not flaming). So we’re running and I’m on the verge of getting away by faking him out and going down another staircase rather than up and creating distance between us, when for reasons I had no idea, I decided to stop running, even as my brain screamed, what the fuck are you doing?!?

I stopped and turned around abruptly. He came running around the corner and stopped, looking kind of confused but nevertheless, thrilled with his good luck. He approached me menacingly.

I said to him, “I know you’ve been watching me and the things I’ve said about you in the press. We’ve been playing a little cat and mouse game, haven’t we? But let’s be honest–you didn’t come here to kill me. You came here to fuck me.”

And sure enough, there was that sexual tension sitting between us that was now out in the open and on the table and boom…he rips off his shirt and that man was ripped.

So we’re back at my parents house, in my room, having sex, but rather than this being a sex dream, I’m in my head thinking…the impotence was a profiler bluff but the homosexuality was something I believed to be a part of his profile. And here I was having unprotected sex with him. So I asked him if he’d had unprotected sex with men and he said he’d been with two men. I asked him if he’d been tested and he said no. And I flipped out that I was at risk.

Dawn was breaking and I knew I had to get him out of my house before my parents woke up so I walked him out, but when I came back in, I saw my mom wandering the hall in her pajamas. I could tell she was looking for me because she had probably looked into my room to check on me as a mom thing that she does and had seen that I wasn’t in my bed. I was also worried that she had noticed, um…stains on the sheets or something and would know what I had been up to.

I Own It!

I have been hesitant to post about this since originally talking about it because I didn’t want to jinx anything…but it finally came in the mail today and it’s official: I now own the rights to the story, “A Good Head for Murder” by Charles Runyon. The signed agreement from his agent just came in the mail today!

The next step is filming it. There’s a Michigan film competition in June that I want to try to get in for. Prize is $2,000 worth of Fuji film which would help me out with the feature I’m trying to put together at the end of this year, but who knows…maybe the thing is rigged anyway since they all know each other in the U-M coalition. I’m meeting with a producer tomorrow to talk about these projects and he seems really cool–a down-to-earth Australian. I’ve got a line producer who’s going to break it down soon so hopefully, we can shoot in the next month and I can have it done by June. I’m psyched!

In case you’re wondering, the story isn’t about a blowjob gone wrong. It’s about a woman and man in a strained marriage, who are driving down a dark, desolate rural road in Mexico when they start seeing what may or may not be severed body parts lying on the road. It’s a pretty freakin’ cool story.

Stay tuned!