Your life isn’t complete… but it could be. My childhood friend, Derek Mayhew, has that thing you need. You may not have known that you need it but trust me you do. Wood solves and heals all. Derek’s always been artistically inclined but I never saw much of his work outside of some carpentry work he did building a bar and a dragon he painted when we were teens. That all changed today when he sent me the link to his new website for his Turned Wood Sculpture.
I am awestruck.
That is way better than a dragon. If you know of anyone carrying around heavy money bags that they’d like to lighten, these beauts are a steal at hundreds of dollars. Seriously, tell the people whose feet you are the stool of, like I’m doing.
My show interviews: with people is turning one year old just as I am turning thirty-four. I’m enormously proud of what me and my crew have accomplished in the margins of Cablevision’s more studious body of work. Interviews: with people is to Neighborhood Journal and Meet the Leaders as doodles are to a high schoolers copy of Sense and Sensibility.
In celebration of our longevity, I was given the go ahead to do a thirty minute special which is sort of a “best of plus alpha.” I’ll be posting the times and channels here when I learn more but expect it to air within September.
I have big news regarding the show but I have to wait until the powers that be get their ducks in order. Suffice to say, we about to blow up. Think of this as the calm before the storm and your chance to say, “I knew him when…
…his face was covered in birthday cake.”
Self reflection doesn’t cut it.
We look at ourselves in the mirror every day and we’re none the wiser come bedtime. If anything staring at yourself only leads you to doubt and/or cherish everything about your life. It’s too much. It’s too broad and it avoids confrontation. The problem with reflection is that the process can only show us what we bring to it. When I’m feeling vain, I see my face aging. When I’m feeling slighted at work, I will see the reflection of a victim.
That’s not helpful and it leads to “venting” and “self pity.”
Our goal should be to see ourselves for who we are in that moment, and in that context. From both the best seats in the house and from the cheap seats in the nosebleeds.
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No sooner had I declared Maya an unfeeling automatot than she exploded in glee at the very idea of soap bubbles. I have documented this startling development along with her first real laughter for all to see and hear.
Let’s all pretend Eddie Vedder is singing “Why deny all the bubbles when combined…” that is, if you can understand him at all.
Maya’s First Bubbles from F is for Film on Vimeo.
I have been derelict in my duties to tell you how awesome being a fucking dad is. Well, now I have. Here are some pictures of our happy fucking family. This is pretty much the best year of my entire life. I got the bump up to Producer/Director at work (finally getting paid for what I’ve been doing all along,) and I got my Maya. Happiness abounds.
And here’s us sleeping in bed with her. I elbow dropped her this morning accidentally but I’m calling it homage to the recently deceased Macho Man Randy Savage.. so it’s OK.
We have a lot of catching up to do, you and I, oh anonymous utau-inu reader.
Anyone who has known me in the better part of the last 10 years, knows I have a snakeskin wallet. Or had a snakeskin wallet. It was a gift from my wife that she bought from Tokkyuu Hands while we were in Japan. It was also a concession which followed my brief infatuation with snakeskin pants. Hey, I was chasing the rock star dream. I still think they’re cool! Anyway that brief affair obviously ended with me agreeing to forgo the pants in lieu of the wallet.
And so it was for 8 years that me and my snakeskin wallet took great pride in giving all the girls in the service industry something to admire/make fun of. With “Snakey,” a nickname I never ever actually called my wallet, I always felt like I was carrying a little piece of that rock star dream with me. Alas, as the years wore on the scales began to peel off the leather underneath until poor Snakey began going bald.
One day I had to look into those sad eyes and make the grown up decision to replace him.
I searched far and wide. And I would have replaced the words “far” and “wide” with links to pictures of one wallet that looked like it was for a Desperado with skulls and roses and another that looked like the Necronomicon if not for the fact that both of them sold out. I wavered for a moment but taste won out in the end.
Or did it?
This wallet I found on etsy.com. The place to go if you want something someone else’s kid made for you in art class. I kid. I need things made for me. If I could I’d have all my clothing tailored to fit. This is a good start. The words were custom printed for me. Don’t look at me like that! Octopus like crabs. It’s one of their favorite foods! You don’t want to know what they’ll do to get them!
RIP Snakey. So begins the era of the octopus!
