My hair dryer died today. We have been together since the summer of my sophomore year in high school. I'm actually pretty sad about it. What do I do with this dead dryer? Do I throw it away? It just doesn't feel right. Buying a new one will also feel strange.
In other news, in bigger news, the trailer for the web series I produced was in a festival--Tubefilter, a new media group, showcased it tonight at the Avalon Club. After convincing the bouncer to let me in despite the 21+ age limit, it was a great night. The trailer actually got the crowd to listen. Amazing. Soon, I'll post a link so everyone can see it. It warrants being seen.
Today, hike. Tomorrow, beach. Hooray warm weather... finally!
I'm watching Meet Joe Black and eating a burger right now. I love Friday nights.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Love Letter to the Mississippi River
Seeing as it is the only relationship in which I am ever 100% comfortable, I sat down and wrote my first love letter last night to the Mississippi River.
Since It doesn't have an address, I thought I'd just post the letter here and hope it gets to the right place.
Since It doesn't have an address, I thought I'd just post the letter here and hope it gets to the right place.
To My River:
Can you hear across the mountains when I yell at the traffic? Does my voice carry the 2000 miles through my car windows to shake your waters under the dam? It always happens over the cement creek they call a river—we stop and I stare at the vast dry walls for riverbanks. My heart is thirsty, and even though I’m happy, I don’t yell at the Toyotas, I yell for the right sort of water. The water muddied with the stories of America, the stories of my life before I became Samantha. You knew me as Sam. Sam without question. You never asked what I preferred. You just said so and it was. Nothing here, not even the mountains, can have that sort of assertiveness.
To be clear, I do not miss anything beyond your banks. Nothing that cannot come to me, anyway. The streets were no better, and the people certainly lacked the superficial West Coast Warmth. Superficial used to be a bad word. Now it is a way of life. Never dig too deep because there’s nothing but sand anyway. I think people’s personalities reflect their rivers. I have a certain depth, a certain muddiness, a certain great big connective purpose because I am rooted along your banks. While I have never been happier, I wish most days I could sit and tell my stories along your shore. Couldn’t you reroute my way? I know you’d like it here. I know they’d like you. Everyone likes everything in Los Angeles. But I think you inspire a deeper fondness; one worthy of Kerouac’s ravings, of Twain’s prose, of my own pathetic ramblings.
Even though Los Angeles is my home now, I will forever be a tree planted by a river’s banks, conscious and grateful for strong, healthy roots. You, and you alone, give me reason to return. Perhaps it is crazy to say this to a constantly changing body of water, but I love you. And then again, perhaps it is my favorite relationship because it can never change. We are always going to be Sam along the River; we are always going to hold each other’s stories. So I love you a hundred times over and miss you a hundred times more. Keep flowing, but be kind this year—keep the floods at bay. No one likes them but me, and I’ve already checked it off my list of disasters. Your path is sure. Mine is coming along nicely. Perhaps they will cross, and I will become another tributary in your long and perfect history.
Love,
Sam
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter Eggs, Circumstance, and High-Octane Adventure
Happy Easter. I'm glad for Jesus.
The other night, I had the most wonderful conversation with Jordan. He was talking about his favorite scene from Watchmen (which I still need to see) and he spoke of how amazing it is that people meet. Micromiracles, he said. And it's true. As if the odds of life aren't astronomical enough, the fact that people can meet and mesh is even more amazing. Take Jordan and I, for instance. We grew up in two different states, hundreds of miles apart, never knowing we were joined by tributaries of rivers (the rivers have nothing to do with anything, but for me they mean everything, but I've established this a million times). We went to the same school in Chicago and shared a major. We could have met then. We had the same class. We did meet, but we weren't friends. Then, by random assignment of a computer, we had to work together on the "What Happened in Class Today" together. We started talking. There was a memo pad involved because Jordan is a quiet person. Notsomuch anymore, but certainly when we met. Then we became friends. Jordan met Paul by pure coincidence on a film set. Paul and I met on Jordan's film. Paul and I are friends. Another prime example is Jim. Jim and I, again, by chance, were neighbors. We introduced ourselves. Two different majors. Different backgrounds. Not friends yet. I needed a composer. He makes wonderful scores. Now I consider him a close friend. Amazing. We don't really choose our friends. We can't even really look for a particular person to be our friend. It is all circumstance. Personally, I believe it is fate. Beyond just knowing and loving people, though, these people that are in our lives shape us in ways we don't even realize. Remove one, just one person, and a life becomes a different story entirely. Without Jordan or Jim (or the gazillion other people with whom I have collided), I would not be in the same circumstance I am today. Sure, I might have made it to LA. I might have been happy. But honestly, the people in my life make me so happy that it's unreal. Just talking to my new roommate, Moani (another happy accident), I told her that the past three months have been the happiest of my life. And it's so true. I was thinking about how long I've gone without a therapist, how long I've gone without a severe panic attack, and I realized it's been ages. My little disease is in remission, perhaps it's gone forever. Either way, my life, at the moment, at this very beautiful moment on Easter Sunday, is amazing. And it is not my doing. It is not the place. It is the people I know. It is the people who have supported me from afar, family and friends; it is the two wonderful people I live with; and it is the new friends I have made that make me smile. To me, today, highlighted by the miracle that is the resurrection, these beautiful people are proof that there is a God of Love watching out for all of us, even through the darkness, because, inevitably, we find light in life.
On a lighter note, I was finally free to go out last night with friends. Sunny and Haley, from my drama writing class, Chris from producing, and Jeremy from the random phone number from Nick (who is also a Columbia alum but it is wayyy more fun to say I just called his number... sorry about this...) went to see Fast and Furious. I love bad movies with film kids. We were those assholes laughing and talking through the whole movie. Get over it. It was awesomely bad. Thank you Vin Diesel for being a mostly bad actor.
Go out and celebrate. Dye some eggs. I did. First year I haven't had to share the dye or the eggs. Hell yes. (Can I say hell yes on Easter?)
The other night, I had the most wonderful conversation with Jordan. He was talking about his favorite scene from Watchmen (which I still need to see) and he spoke of how amazing it is that people meet. Micromiracles, he said. And it's true. As if the odds of life aren't astronomical enough, the fact that people can meet and mesh is even more amazing. Take Jordan and I, for instance. We grew up in two different states, hundreds of miles apart, never knowing we were joined by tributaries of rivers (the rivers have nothing to do with anything, but for me they mean everything, but I've established this a million times). We went to the same school in Chicago and shared a major. We could have met then. We had the same class. We did meet, but we weren't friends. Then, by random assignment of a computer, we had to work together on the "What Happened in Class Today" together. We started talking. There was a memo pad involved because Jordan is a quiet person. Notsomuch anymore, but certainly when we met. Then we became friends. Jordan met Paul by pure coincidence on a film set. Paul and I met on Jordan's film. Paul and I are friends. Another prime example is Jim. Jim and I, again, by chance, were neighbors. We introduced ourselves. Two different majors. Different backgrounds. Not friends yet. I needed a composer. He makes wonderful scores. Now I consider him a close friend. Amazing. We don't really choose our friends. We can't even really look for a particular person to be our friend. It is all circumstance. Personally, I believe it is fate. Beyond just knowing and loving people, though, these people that are in our lives shape us in ways we don't even realize. Remove one, just one person, and a life becomes a different story entirely. Without Jordan or Jim (or the gazillion other people with whom I have collided), I would not be in the same circumstance I am today. Sure, I might have made it to LA. I might have been happy. But honestly, the people in my life make me so happy that it's unreal. Just talking to my new roommate, Moani (another happy accident), I told her that the past three months have been the happiest of my life. And it's so true. I was thinking about how long I've gone without a therapist, how long I've gone without a severe panic attack, and I realized it's been ages. My little disease is in remission, perhaps it's gone forever. Either way, my life, at the moment, at this very beautiful moment on Easter Sunday, is amazing. And it is not my doing. It is not the place. It is the people I know. It is the people who have supported me from afar, family and friends; it is the two wonderful people I live with; and it is the new friends I have made that make me smile. To me, today, highlighted by the miracle that is the resurrection, these beautiful people are proof that there is a God of Love watching out for all of us, even through the darkness, because, inevitably, we find light in life.
On a lighter note, I was finally free to go out last night with friends. Sunny and Haley, from my drama writing class, Chris from producing, and Jeremy from the random phone number from Nick (who is also a Columbia alum but it is wayyy more fun to say I just called his number... sorry about this...) went to see Fast and Furious. I love bad movies with film kids. We were those assholes laughing and talking through the whole movie. Get over it. It was awesomely bad. Thank you Vin Diesel for being a mostly bad actor.
Go out and celebrate. Dye some eggs. I did. First year I haven't had to share the dye or the eggs. Hell yes. (Can I say hell yes on Easter?)
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The Most Magical Place in Hollywood... Not Joking
The Writer's Guild library might be the greatest place I've ever been that is not the Mississippi River. Sorting through their donations yesterday, I got to log an early draft of The Godfather script, a continuity draft of a musical from the 1940s, a script on Proust that was over 190 pages long, and a draft of Harriet the Spy--hooray childhood! It's quiet, it's relaxing, and it's full of talent and history. Walking through those glass doors into the library makes me want to write. And I have been. I can't wait until I'm able to look up one of my own scripts.
My dad arrives tomorrow! I'm so excited.
I hope everyone had a great Passover or is having a good Easter weekend. Either way, enjoy your flat bread and wine, yeah?
My dad arrives tomorrow! I'm so excited.
I hope everyone had a great Passover or is having a good Easter weekend. Either way, enjoy your flat bread and wine, yeah?
Monday, April 6, 2009
My Weird Relationship with Certain Media
Frasier
People have called Frasier the smartest show on television. Because it is probably one of my favorite sitcoms, I beg to differ. The thing about Frasier is that all the jokes are pretty predictable. But the setup always leads to a comfortable payoff, and it makes me laugh regardless. On any other show, I only get about 70% of the jokes. With Frasier, I get 95%. It's awesome. It makes me feel like I can keep up with society.
That 70's Show
I don't get most the jokes on this sitcom, just like most others. Mostly, I just laugh when the characters make funny faces because I assume a joke was said. But it was the last show I watched with Ariel. When she got really sick and her little legs stopped working, Caleb, my mom, Michaela, and I sat around the floor with her and positioned her so that she could see the TV. At that point, she couldn't focus and was more interested in reaching toward the sound of our voices, but for some strange reason, we sat round the TV, crying and laughing and trying to get the cat to somehow feel better. I remember the episode--the one when Jackie tries to get a job. Honestly, it doesn't matter, though. What matters is that somehow, it made losing our feline family member a little easier.
The Lord of the Rings
I am sure that I've mentioned this a few times--it infiltrates every aspect of my life. Talking to my friend Dave tonight, I realized how bad it was when he was pointing out minor technical glitches in the movies and I found excuses that were altogether too legitimate. Peter Jackson would probably not have even thought to make these arguments. But seriously, sometimes, if I have had a terrible day, I just go into Middle Earth. From Moria to Gondor, I can pull a Rugrats and turn everything into that happier place (post-Sauron, of course).
Lovers in Japan by Coldplay
Something about this song makes me smile no matter what. The beginning few seconds with the quick melody line, whether in the acoustic or the original takes me someplace amazing. If I ever danced with another person, I certainly hope it is to that song. Today, on my way home, I listened to Lovers in Japan/Reign of Love three times. Then again, it was an hour-long drive...
Which brings me to MY INTERNSHIP!
I started today at Beacon. Basically, I sit behind the front desk and write coverage. It's a great job, and I like the office where I work. Writing coverage is great. Reading scripts is great. I'm excited for Friday because I start my volunteer tenure at the Writer's Guild Library.
That's it for now, I suppose. Life should settle down nicely this week with the calm before the storm of work I hope to have at Barney's. And only six days until I see my Dad!
People have called Frasier the smartest show on television. Because it is probably one of my favorite sitcoms, I beg to differ. The thing about Frasier is that all the jokes are pretty predictable. But the setup always leads to a comfortable payoff, and it makes me laugh regardless. On any other show, I only get about 70% of the jokes. With Frasier, I get 95%. It's awesome. It makes me feel like I can keep up with society.
That 70's Show
I don't get most the jokes on this sitcom, just like most others. Mostly, I just laugh when the characters make funny faces because I assume a joke was said. But it was the last show I watched with Ariel. When she got really sick and her little legs stopped working, Caleb, my mom, Michaela, and I sat around the floor with her and positioned her so that she could see the TV. At that point, she couldn't focus and was more interested in reaching toward the sound of our voices, but for some strange reason, we sat round the TV, crying and laughing and trying to get the cat to somehow feel better. I remember the episode--the one when Jackie tries to get a job. Honestly, it doesn't matter, though. What matters is that somehow, it made losing our feline family member a little easier.
The Lord of the Rings
I am sure that I've mentioned this a few times--it infiltrates every aspect of my life. Talking to my friend Dave tonight, I realized how bad it was when he was pointing out minor technical glitches in the movies and I found excuses that were altogether too legitimate. Peter Jackson would probably not have even thought to make these arguments. But seriously, sometimes, if I have had a terrible day, I just go into Middle Earth. From Moria to Gondor, I can pull a Rugrats and turn everything into that happier place (post-Sauron, of course).
Lovers in Japan by Coldplay
Something about this song makes me smile no matter what. The beginning few seconds with the quick melody line, whether in the acoustic or the original takes me someplace amazing. If I ever danced with another person, I certainly hope it is to that song. Today, on my way home, I listened to Lovers in Japan/Reign of Love three times. Then again, it was an hour-long drive...
Which brings me to MY INTERNSHIP!
I started today at Beacon. Basically, I sit behind the front desk and write coverage. It's a great job, and I like the office where I work. Writing coverage is great. Reading scripts is great. I'm excited for Friday because I start my volunteer tenure at the Writer's Guild Library.
That's it for now, I suppose. Life should settle down nicely this week with the calm before the storm of work I hope to have at Barney's. And only six days until I see my Dad!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Oh Those Silver Linings...
The past few days have been happy, exciting, overwhelming, and completely insane. I have had no time to process, and I am inundated with a lot of incoming outside wackiness.
But I have learned one thing from this wackiness:
I have settled into a very nice little life out here. Very nice indeed. Had it not been disrupted by this outside entity, I would not have realized this entirely. But as much as I miss home and whatnot, my life out here works very well. Now that I have a job, it should work even better. The two internships I've obtained are both for really solid companies, and I will learn a lot. I will start volunteering at the Writer's Guild Library, so I will be meeting people and learning names. Not only that, but I will be exposed to their collection of award-winning scripts and screenplays. My TV pilot showed potential, and my time should be freeing up to get writing done.
In other news:
Bouncers are the greatest people ever.
If it is -70 degrees outside, your teeth can freeze and fall out of your mouth. Chris told me about that when he told me about going to the coldest, northernmost town in the world. Apparently, no one smiles in this town. I certainly wouldn't if it got that cold.
Sun dried Tomatoes + Alfredo Sauce = delicious.
Georgie is a kick-ass roommate.
That's all for now. My brain might be fried.
But I have learned one thing from this wackiness:
I have settled into a very nice little life out here. Very nice indeed. Had it not been disrupted by this outside entity, I would not have realized this entirely. But as much as I miss home and whatnot, my life out here works very well. Now that I have a job, it should work even better. The two internships I've obtained are both for really solid companies, and I will learn a lot. I will start volunteering at the Writer's Guild Library, so I will be meeting people and learning names. Not only that, but I will be exposed to their collection of award-winning scripts and screenplays. My TV pilot showed potential, and my time should be freeing up to get writing done.
In other news:
Bouncers are the greatest people ever.
If it is -70 degrees outside, your teeth can freeze and fall out of your mouth. Chris told me about that when he told me about going to the coldest, northernmost town in the world. Apparently, no one smiles in this town. I certainly wouldn't if it got that cold.
Sun dried Tomatoes + Alfredo Sauce = delicious.
Georgie is a kick-ass roommate.
That's all for now. My brain might be fried.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Overwhelming Smiles
Today, I pitched for the first time in LA. All things considered, it was most successful. I'm hoping to have them read the pilot in about six weeks.
Yesterday, I got a job hostessing at Barney's Beanery in Burbank. Yay income!
Tomorrow, I have another pitch, but I am much more nervous about this one. Gary feels under-developed, and I am not sure how to pitch the parallel story lines.
My friend Cody arrived from Chicago. Finally, I have a friend from Chicago out here.
Honestly, though, nothing seems real still. Los Angeles is still so bizarre, and this feeling of "I have to go home to Rock Island this summer" will not go away. But the truth is that Los Angeles is home, and I don't have to leave. I can keep working and doing the damned thing as long as I want. My life is as surreal as the Gary story, and it probably won't stop for a long time.
Samland has become my reality, I think. It makes more sense than the Hollywood game. Somehow, though, I don't think this will be a problem. Imagination never hurt anyone in Los Angeles.
That might be a lie...
Yesterday, I got a job hostessing at Barney's Beanery in Burbank. Yay income!
Tomorrow, I have another pitch, but I am much more nervous about this one. Gary feels under-developed, and I am not sure how to pitch the parallel story lines.
My friend Cody arrived from Chicago. Finally, I have a friend from Chicago out here.
Honestly, though, nothing seems real still. Los Angeles is still so bizarre, and this feeling of "I have to go home to Rock Island this summer" will not go away. But the truth is that Los Angeles is home, and I don't have to leave. I can keep working and doing the damned thing as long as I want. My life is as surreal as the Gary story, and it probably won't stop for a long time.
Samland has become my reality, I think. It makes more sense than the Hollywood game. Somehow, though, I don't think this will be a problem. Imagination never hurt anyone in Los Angeles.
That might be a lie...
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