Monthly Archives: July 2007

Today is my last day in California.

I’ve learned a lot while here, I’m glad I did it.

oh oh oh oh oh eeeeee oh oh ohhhh

(thank you to mike for letting me know this was out)

russell casse is the best character in the history of film, and characters

I ran an errand to the Fox Lot today, and I got lost. I also am about 99% sure that I saw Art LaFleur while there.

I also had my third Colin Farrel sighting today. I recognize his truck now.

I ran an errand to CAA and managed to get lost while in their office, too.

Our CEO is going to eat lunch with Lauren and I on Wednesday, along with everyone else at the company (4 other people). They like us a lot.

After work I went to Amoeba Music to get some CDs, I did well.

Dustin and I are enjoying Independence Day right now.

It’s been a really good day.

clam, crab, cockle, cowrie

Yesterday morning I visited the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach. It was a very enjoyable morning. I wandered around the museum listening to a mix that I had made specifically for the occasion (mostly of Grizzly Bear and Summer Sun-era Yo La Tengo.) I watched sea lions being fed, and otters swim around their habitat doing barrel rolls, and jellyfish. I also touched some sea stars and sea anemones.

This morning I woke up only to lay in bed for a while, but all of the sudden I realized what the heck am I doing? I leave here in less than two weeks! Today I am going to take another long walk, maybe go to the pool, convince some people to go to Amoeba Music with me, and hopefully see Mike and Shelby tonight at the UCB.

I did the classiest thing ever in my life yesterday. Ask me about it, I’ll tell you.

Oh! Last night I went with Amy to a work get together. Everyone there was very nice and very fun, and I liked them. It always makes me feel good to meet people that I like who work in The Industry. I understand how stupid that sounds, because of course I like meeting people I like, but I do sometimes have problems reconciling how selfish of a business entertainment can be. When I meet good people, I feel good. I’m in the right place right now.

John from Cincinnati

Check out this acting:


I’ve been watching bits and peices of John from Cincinnati with Mike lately. I’m still not sold on the show, however I do think that it has the best opening of any show, ever. The song in it, “Johnny Appleseed” by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros is phenomenal; it’s been my song of the summer.


The last two weeks have been busy for me.

I went on a walk one Sunday morning. I set out orginally to go get a cup of coffee at Starbucks, but ended up wandering through a farmers market, through a hip Asian neighborhood (complete with karaoke bars) and in and out of a slew of nurseries, where I admired the exotic plants and delicate bonsai bushes and trees. Very pretty. I also ate the best tasting peach I had eaten in years.

Last Tuesday Meg and I attended a Next Gen Femmes speaker event where we listened to Lynda Obst, a seasoned producer speak about being a woman in the entertainment industry. She recently wrote an article for the New York Times about the topic. I agreed with a lot of what she said–it seemed like most of the women in the room did. The things she talked about weren’t new or groundbreaking, but sometimes it’s good to hear or read someone’s organized thoughts on something you’re going through. “This town is hard on the normies,” she said to us. I have been reminded over and over again this summer that if I want to get anywhere, I am going to have to work hard. I’m willing to.

Langhorne Slim played at the Troubador on Thursday night. Maybe it was because I was excited about Marie coming, maybe it was that I had not seen a show in a while, maybe it was the two whiskey sours I had downed before his set, but I loved it. This was the largest crowd I’d seen around him, but probably the one who was most unfamiliar with his music. It was a good time. The second act was pretty lackluster (my new favorite describing word) and we didn’t stay for the rest of his set.

Marie came to visit for four short days. We picked her up at the Burbank airport on Friday morning, got lost, bummed around the pool, went to Malibu, ate dinner and went to a midnight screening of Party Monster. James St. James, who wrote the book the movie is based on, was there to answer some questions. It was a fun time. I think the same theater is playing Hedwig and the Angry Inch and also Wet Hot American Summer. Maybe we will go. Most of the weekend was pretty low key (for us). We Photoboothed a lot, and went to the pool a lot.

(we love la)

For Saturday, I have decided to treat myself to a morning of exploring the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach. The ticket was a little pricey at $20, but it should get me an enjoyable, somewhat quiet morning to look at fish and forget the nightmares of traffic and pigeons flying at me.

I’m coming home to Ohio on August 1. That’s very soon. I’m going to miss this place.

wrapped up in books

So, this is a summer of reading. Most of my day at work, I sit and I read scripts. When I get home at night, I usually make dinner, and soon after settle in with a magazine or a book. I haven’t watched much TV while I’ve been here, which I don’t think is good OR bad. TV is what it is: entertainment. Right now, I am getting most of my entertainment from reading (and also, a killer tan when I do it by the pool.) I am not a particularly fast reader, but I try to be thorough.

What I’ve been reading (in order from current):

On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan
The premise of this book sounds real lame: two people get married, and on their honeymoon, they are worried about letting each other down–both emotionally and physically. Yeah. Lame. No! Wait! McEwan has a real gift for prose. His words are written beautifully with description and passion that reminds me of what little Nabokov I’ve read. I first heard about this book on NPR’s All Things Considered, a program I like to listen to on the way home from work. I’m about 1/4 of the way through this book, which I started yesterday, and I have a feeling that I will be able to plow through it by the end of the weekend. Recommend.

Full Frontal Feminsm by Jessica Valenti
Informal and in-your-face, Valenti tackles issues facing women today, and explains pretty successfully: “You’re a feminist, I swear.” Valenti addresses issues from across the board–employment, violence, reproductive rights, and what we can do about them. Nothing in this book is particularly earth-shattering to me, but she brings up a lot of good points. Feminism isn’t dead! Valenti is a founder of the feminist blog, feministing, which I now frequent. I heard about her book when she apeared on The Colbert Report in late May. And! On July 17th, I am going to an event and hopefully get to talk to her (at least a little!) Recommend.

There’s a (slight) Chance I May Be Going to Hell by Laurie Notaro
Surprise, surprise. Laurie Notaro has put out a new book, I bought it the week it came out, and had a hard time putting it down, almost making me late to work and other social events (who am I kidding about the social events part?!) After a series of collections of essays by my favorite Idiot Girl, Laurie tried her hand at fiction–and I think it’s a winner. This book featured all of my favorite Laurie-isms, including mention of “chub rub.” I suppose I’m a little biased on this one, since her books have topped my favorite lists since I was 17, but I do really think this one is fantastic. It’s about a pageant! The characters are colorful and hilarious. Do I want them as my neighbors? Yes. But, then again, I kind of want Laurie to be my friend. (If that doesn’t make me a crazed fan, I don’t know what does.) Have I emailed her after reading each of her books? Yes. Okay, this is starting to turn into fangirl babble…. Highly recommend.

Clumsy by Jeffery Brown
Just another graphic novel…no, no, it was far more than that. This book was lovely and felt so…real. It was heartwarming and heartbreaking and so full of, well, heart. I won’t lie, though. I still feel so dirty when I read comics with drawings of naked people in them. First off, I feel a little dirty reading comics at all. Luckily the naked drawings didn’t make me despise the human body as much as I do when I see a Daniel Clowes nude. (Don’t get me wrong, Clowes is my favorite!) Anyway, Clumsy was good, I read it in an evening, but it was a while ago, and I don’t remember much else about it. Consider it, if you can find it.

Looking for Alaska by John Green
Considered a young adult novel, John Green’s book is pretty mature. The characters are well-developed, the dialogue is excellent, and the structure is high above average. The plot flows nicely, and tension is created with ease. Many of the lame cliches usually associated with coming-of-age stories are rejected in the book, and the story is over-all relatable. No wonder it won the 2006 Pintz Award. This book would make a great film! Well….it’s in development. Josh Schwartz (who you may know as the writer of The O.C.) is set to adapt and direct it. I’m interested to see what Schwartz has up his sleeve. Right, back to the book…Corey let me borrow this book after letting me borrow Frank Portman’s King Dork, which I could not manage to get through. (I tried, Corey! I really did!) Looking for Alaska was just far more enjoyable for me. I do love a good coming-of-age story, and this is a good one, for sure. I really felt for the characters. I rooted for the good guys, and I wanted to see the bad guys (those damn Weekday Warriors!) got what was coming to them. I even liked the almost-cheesey end prank, that made me giggle out loud as I was reading. Enjoyable! Recommend.

What’s up next? Jeffery Eugenides’s Middlesex, which I assume I’ll love, after my love afair with his The Virgin Suicides. Also, Blue Angel: a Novel by Francine Prose, a book that I have literally no expectations of, and got on a clearance table for $2 at Borders. (From the back cover synopsis, it sounds like a whole slew of stories I’ve read and seen movies about, though.) I’ll also probably pick up my worn copy of The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing by Melissa Bank, a book my mother bought me a few summer ago. It dances along the border of a trashy beach novel and something more…respectable, and I adore it.

ah, books…

what i’ve been doing