Saturday, August 24, 2013

Auteur Yes, Autistic, No

In the can't judge a book by its cover department, auteur or autistic division: Many mornings I try to strike up a conversation with a shy, shambling guy with glasses, who walks two small dogs. I always imagined he was about 26 and recovering from a nervous breakdown so he had moved back into his parents' house to regroup. So today I run into a woman walking the two small dogs, Zoe and Bella, and I say "Oh, usually I see an... interesting young man walking these dogs instead." Oh that's my son, she says. Turns out he's 16 genius auteur/actor who loves Shakespeare, got rave reviews for playing "Bottom" in A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Los Angeles County High School for the Arts, that he's been directed by Spike Lee in a TV pilot written by Tom "Homicide" Fontana, uses a typewriter for his screenplays to emulatehis idol Woody Allen, that he wants to go to film school at NYU, super-focused, and his dad is an actor-==producer whose movie just won the Jury Prize at the Cannes Film Festival. So... That's L.A. for ya.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Beautiful Afghan Hound Huck: Rest In Peace

Our dear boy Huck died February 24, 2013. He was a beautiful, soulful Afghan Hound. Huck went quickly. Sunday morning, he had trouble standing up. By midnight, as the Oscars played on TV, Huck breathed his last breath. Marla and I loved him so.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Greetings From Laurel Canyon

Now ensconced in Laurel Canyon, after noisy neighbors drove us out of the Tijunga Village home. Cars roar by pretty much non-stop on Laurel Canyon Boulevard, but my giant picture window where I'm typing this faces out onto a gorgeous glade - - dragon flies, lizards, bouganvilla, and even a bubbling brook make themselves at home on this hillside property. And the birds. They cast some kind of weird hypnotic spell every morning making it harad to snap out of it, go in the house and do the daily writing gigs.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Leaving Studio City?

I'm going to miss this neighborhood and all the characters, but there's too much noise coming from next door so it looks like Marla Huck and I will be moving by April 1. Stay tuned for updates

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Super Duper Cinema

I've seen the future of movies, maybe, and it's mighty impressive. On Thursday I went to RED Cinema in Hollywood and they filmed me tossing an orange, hurling water, stuff like that. They shot it at 48 frames per second. Normally, it would be 24 frames a second. Twice as crisp! I'll be writing up a full report for in next few days.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Radio Chit Chat

I did a radio commentary for Canadian Broadcasting Company on Wednesday, ranting about Andy Serkis getting snubbed for an Oscar just because he uses "performance capture" technology. Tomorrow Friday, I drive to a Pasadena radio station to record a phone interview with the host of Day Six. Like pretty much everything in life, it's harder than it looks , or sounds - - to read from a script and make it sound conversational. More I did it, the better it sounded. Good producer helped me getting out of my writer head and more into performance mode. The thing airs Saturday Jan. 28, worldwide.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

My Dog Huck: International Superstar

Talk about universal appeal: My dog Huck has it. This week an elderly couple from Russia (guessing from their accents) praised the pooch. The little Iranian boy who picks trash with his grandfather every week took a break from his chores when he saw us walking up Tujunga Avenue and cheeped "I like your dog." He's a neighborhood fixture. It's the first time I've seen him smile. The Mexican construction workers eating breakfast burritos in front of a taco truck paused as we (he) strolled by and nodded their heads in approval. The haggard Ukranian nanny in the purple leisure suit and bloodshot eyes tells the baby in her carriage "doggie, hi doggie, bye bye doggie!"

Huck was a scrawny, paranoid desert runaway when Marla and I first found him in San Dimas, California.

Now he's the perfect gentleman. Our very own Oliver Twist.