Ingenting

On my way back from San Francisco last night I heard the news about Ingmar Bergman's passing. He was the reason why I got into acting, writing and ultimately directing. Rest in peace Ingmar.

Science!

It was 94 degrees in the valley so I decided to grab a bite with Lolerbee in Venice. By the time I reached Venice Beach it was pleasant 76 degrees. Had a bad meal at Brick House then found a first decent cup of coffee in LA at a small cafe on Rose St. Later I met up with Folk Star to see Guster playing at Orange County Fair. We had two hours to kill before the show, so we got on dizzing rides and ate bad (but oh-so-good) foods. I hadn't thought about this ever since I moved to California but wow, I couldn't find one non-white person in the crowd. I see why Po wanted to get the hell out of OC.

I was surprised to find out that Toad the Wet Sprocket was the opening band. Lame. Guster was great. Judging by how family unfriendly they were, I figured they wouldn't be invited again to play at OC Fair. After the show we found this weird handwriting analysis booth run by a Thomas Dolbyesque old man. He took our hand written notes and fed it to a huge 1940's style vacuum tube computation machine called "Telebrain". Out came this graph showing personality analysis. It was fascinating. We completed the evening by downing a funnel cake and listening to a horrible surf music band on the side stage. The music and jokes were so bad that we quickly walked out of there after developing an upset stomach and headache. Thanks OC Chamber of Commerce.

My first posting

My very first blogging...welcome to the 21st century. I must thank Notorious O.('Shannassy) S. C. and Frank for introducing me to this strange place called blogosphere. It was about time I started to share my blog with others after three weeks of voyeurism.

So here it goes:

I saw a motorcyclist doing dumb stunts in the busy street on my way to a casting agent's office this morning. I said to myself "he's gonna crash and burn" Ten seconds later I saw a car hit the motorcycle as he was doing tricks in the intersection. The impact threw him about 5 feet forward and the smashed the bike. A police car just happened to be at the intersection, so the scene was quickly put under control. But what I saw on my way to yoga class tonight was much more troubling. I saw a dead body in a parking lot on Sunset, presumably shot to death. The crime must've happened moments before I got there since police cars and fire engines were still arriving as I passed the scene. It was a very strange evening of violence and peace.

Testing...

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