Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Pontiac Fever

‎So last Saturday, I moved all of this out of the front driveway and then went to work. Halfway through my shift, I caught a shiver. I felt like I had been poisoned. Then I started to cough. Also, I had 2 teriaki bbq chicken legs I'd cooked that I didn't want to even think about. Appetite gone. 

I knew that ebola hadn't made it stateside yet, so I didn't know what to make of it.

I got home at 330AM and felt horrible. Headache, sore throat, couldn't breathe properly all sorts of flu symptoms.  

The next day I loafed about till about 4 and it left me. This morning I woke up in perfect shape (today is Monday). I did the internet takedown and determined that I had been poisoned by inhaling bacteria from the mulch.

Still gotta go to the doc though. If I caught a lung infection, this could flip into legionnaires disease.



Dusk at Orks 2

Part of the dorm in the shot, but again, it's all about the depth here. 


Dusk at Orks

‎A different view of the bay. Darker and more ominous, but pretty at the same time.

I say "Orks" because "Oakes" looks like "Orks" whn one has sloppy penmanship.


I Love The Bay 2

‎I find myself at this view over Stevenson 2-3x a week. Its ridic. 


I Love The Bay

‎Again, the camera can't capture the depth afoot here. Try to zoom the pic though, because all of the stuff down there on the coastline is really, really cool. 



‎After seeing this sign, they proceeded to beat the hell out of the floor with sledgehammer and an electric saw. Somehow, I managed to sleep through it with a pillow over my head. 


Another Crown Shot

‎It was a humid night and it added to the pic. 


The Road From Crown 2.

‎My guy RT got in the way of this crisper shot. 


The Road from Crown

‎I tried to just catch the nighttime feel of pounding pavement here at #UCSC. 


Monday, July 28, 2014


My friend Sean came out to visit the other day. It was an impromptu visit for the most part. Sean is one of those guys that exists out of my blast radius, but everytime I hear from him, he brings nothing but good will to the table.

We hung out and talked our old teaching days. We were both in an English Department that was cutthroat. In fact, talking to my old fellow-pedagogue brought up an incredible number of old pleasant and painful memories.

We hadn't seen each other in 14 years, and we picked it right back up.‎ Why am I bothering to write this down? Because we have both overcome our demons. Sean is happily married in Texas, with a daughter, and he's on top of the world. 

I took him up to UCSC and showed him the sights. The above pic is part of that session.

It was good to talk to an old friend face to face and to find him to be in the same spiritual space that I find myself in. I just have to find a way to move that motherfucker out of the south. 


Wednesday, July 23, 2014


PKD= Philip K Dick.
This is what I slapped up on Reddit.  Its the whole story in a nutshell.

Brace yourself, this is a tad long-winded. I know there are more details you might require. I'll answer any questions that I can weasel around my NDA below.

Back in the 60s, my father (an up and coming sci-fi writer) hung out with Philip K Dick. They plotted together to co-write a novel. PKD sent my father a 30 page treatment with a general story outline. Life, drugs and insanity got in the way of it ever being finished. When I finished my BA in the 90s, my father sent it to me and told me to take a run at finishing it. I wasn't mature enough as a writer to pull it off then. It came with a cover letter from Dick himself giving plot suggestions and more. Its a ridiculous collectors item.

The story has all of the traditional PKD trappings, but it is also more "humaner than human" in respect to DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP. Seriously, it has "big screen" written all over it.

Fast-forward to today. I have a writing team, and we have updated the story and made it much more modern, and taken out a lot of the '50s sci-fi tropes that made it feel cheesy (understand, this is a solid decade before Star Wars). What we have is a solid story with a plot that twists and turns to an unexpected and ultimate payoff. Everyone I have told it to has been rendered slack-jawed. The story is completely badass, and it doesn't cheat with "then I woke up from my dream" or "oh yeah, I didn't mention that this fact was in play, thereby getting out protagonist out of his 9th hour). In fact, we have written 3 different endings to the story, each of them is completely solid.

As a lifelong fan of PKD (I have a story about my meeting the man), I thought it would be cool to hit up the Dick Estate and let them know that I have this treasure from their patriarch's past. No answer. I even had my lawyer hit them up. Still no answer.

And now we are stuck. We have this awesome story, ready to go, and we can't figure out how to get it out there. Do any of you have any suggestions?

A little about myself: I am an over the top cinephile. I write incessantly, and I know a good story when I see one. I have kept a few pop culture blogs, and written a bazillion film reviews. I also have a bazillion short stories that I have written as well. I have one completed novel and one almost done. I have 3 more short stories that I tasked myself with completion before September 30th. I am a writer first and foremost.

A little about my team: UCLA film school heads. Guys who know film inside and out. Writers with short stories, short film and scripts already out there. These guys write incessantly too. They have an eye for the original and they bring it.

We would love to get this project out. We are just at our wits end. Sure, I could sell the original treatment as a collectible, but I would rather see it converted to a screenplay and released to the public that way.

Believe me when I tell you that we have considered "crowd-sourcing". If you've read this far, you know how convoluted this situation is. How can I possibly hustle this beast on KICKSTARTER? We just need to talk to the right people, walk them through it and get it done.

How do we insert ourselves in the front of the GUARANTEED BLOCKBUSTER line with a product that the public will not only be curious about (lost PKD story) but with a product that delivers? This lost PKD manuscript is the genesis of a twisted, gritty, hardcore sci-fi tale that pays dividends in the 3rd act.

Does anyone out there have a suggestion on directions to go with this project? I have an entertainment lawyer and copyright lawyers (hence the NDA because the property is a bit hot) that are all saying that this thing is dead in the water at this point. I'm hoping that perhaps, by sharing it here, there would be enough people curious about the thing to get a ground swell going and maybe get this project on the right person's desk.


Tuesday, July 22, 2014


‎What I am about to write here is about an idiotic movie. I shouldn't even be addressing it.  It doesn't deserve radar time. But it's making noise. 

 Snowpiercer is about a train that perpetually orbits the world with the last survivors of a mankind-inflicted ice-age. The people in the back of the train are low-class. They eat insect jello (where were the insects kept?) and have no rights. The front of the train is for the baby-stealing 1 percenters. The baby-stealing and other offenses lead to an uprising, led by a brunette, bearded Captain America. The path to the front is beset with nonsense, such as a traincar full of axe-weilding, night-vision goggled ruffian types all wearing their beanies wrong.

Oh, and there's a false-bucktooth wearing Tilda Swindon with officiousness curdling out of her pores. She is merely the second in command.  The ruler of the train is none other than THE ABYSS.  He created the perpetual engine that runs the train and is worshiped by schoolchildren. 


You know what? There is a big machine running here, gears like hula hoops swirling about. I can't find a different object (what about the frying pan that THE ABYSS cooked the steaks with?) to use to stop the gears. I don't even flinch. I just use my arm. Why? I'm Johnny Storm with a beard, that's why.

 The movie is ventilated with holes. To the point of groans from the audience. NO BULLETS/HEAT BANK ROBBERY STATUS BULLETS. I can't count how many holes are in this film. There are that many.  Offense after failure after flaw. Don't worry about it though. I think I get it.

This is FUN OVER SUBSTANCE. It feels like an angry Terry Gilliam film. Its quirky and gross. But it is most definitely fun. The train careens through a snow blockage (while a dude looking like a conductor screams, "IMPACT!") and the train teeters on its tracks. These are fun things. The obvious CG frozen landscape reminds me of what...Hoth? I dunno, but it's fun to watch while it zips by. Its also fun to try to count the 7 frozen people on the mountainside that get passed once a year. Its even fun to live through a splattery New Years Eve chop-up ball.  

The most fun however, is that little girl above, her father, and their drug of choice.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Last Night's Shift

I'm going to have to take a shot of that bench every time I work over at Cowell.  I think it is the best shot I can regularly achieve perfection with.  This 2 skyline pics were an attempt to capture something that I just didn't capture.  I posted them as more of a note to myself that my phonecamera can't handle the big projects.


Bathroom Remodel




This is just the post/cement stage.  Still, the whole area behind the house has been a massive project for me.  2 pics above is basically a ledge of sandstone, concrete and sticks I have used to build up the edge of the hill.  Dropping 50lb cement chunks attached to massive posts will also help as well.

The dirt is about 6 inches of manageable, and then a hard clay/sandstone.  Trust me, these 2ft holes were serious posthole digger work.

Ivan has been my right hand man through the whole project.  We continually remark to each other about how it is good at the end of the day to see how much we have done.  He reminds me of myself at that age.  I simply couldn't wait to get out there and use my arms and do a man's work.

Those pylons have been stacked behind the house since before I showed up.  I am glad to have been able to put them to use.

Today we actually pound the fence wiring in.  Pics to some.




Found this on Reddit.

Wizard of Oz


Saturday, July 19, 2014

Yzzy Painting

‎Is mine once I figure out where to hang it. 



‎ Sounds like the name for a horror movie.

It's going down.


Cadillacs and Dinosaurs

‎I have to go in. 


Sad fellow

‎Misses Yams, and so do I. 



‎Or a lighthouse. 



‎Looks like a flying saucer with a death ray. 


The way that I shot this

‎Makes it look like a series of tasks, but that wasn't it. 


I dig

‎Eating dinner with the family on a friday night on the patio. 


Friday, July 18, 2014

Ivan's gun collection.

No Joke


Reddit had this

Post about the above doggie who does this. He puts random shit in the toilet. Cutely hilarious.


Someday i'm going to break down

How I gave up on Christianity. How I became a "Goddamn Agnostic."Its not an angry position. I just can't get behind Xtianity's rigidity.  

Some other day, i'll break it down. But until then, this is Saint Death. I have a St. Death shirt that I wear. It broadcasts (in my view) a general disregard for religion. Re-codifying it as something ridiculous.   Just slap a skeleton face on any Virgen de Guadalupe and it's on. Who cares? I can't be bothered to go to church, but here is a real quick catchall saint i'm down with, that the church doesn't endorse, but looks like something that the church would endorse. St. Death. 

Apparently Mexican Cartel dudes are down with St. Death because they can't go to church with their families for fear of being gunned down (or somesuch nonsese).

St Death, I love you. 






‎That trailer hurt my feelings it's so bad. Why? Why did they putt up this great concept?

There was also a latenight convo with Susannah, where i came to Jesus and realized that I didn't need to see this film.  Check the trailer and you will have a similar experience I'm sure.

Great concept though.


The road is empty

Serious. The place is deserted.


I tried to show depth

With those trees way out there. 


More depth.



Got that



There's a boat

Out there on the horizon. 


I managed to secure the depth with this one.

‎It is really vast. Broad. Normally I can't capture it, but this time I did. 


Express Elevator to hell

‎Going down. 



I have been "over" SCARFACE for a stretch now. I think TRAINING DAY is my favorite movie.



Rabbits at College 8. 

It is too bad that the average coney does about 20 things.  They are very cute, and they make easy pets, but I think I am over the rabbit.

A dog is a better friend.


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Hot Wheel

I have recently decided to have a Hot Wheel in my pocket at all times. Because you never know when you'll want to drift across the table.

Lady Justice

‎I still hate on Metallica even though I wore my Jump in The Fire tshirt to work last night.

Total sellouts.

Listened to Lulu with a co-worker and wanted to bash my head into the cement.

I really, really liked them when I was a teenager. I needed a replacement for all of the religion being shoveled at me by my parents. Metallica was the solution. But they couldn't stay rough. They fell for the money and courted MTV.  

I am conflicted.

I was so stalwart in my stance I have never owned the Justice album. I'm a Kill Em All, Ride the Lightning guy. Master of Puppets is overproduced and not as pretty at RTL.  

I saw them open for Ozzy. I saw Cliff Burton live.

Now they're a fucking punchline.

I am so conflicted. Every time a new album comes out, I download the shit and give it a listen and then go back to this angry betrayed space I have been in for decades.

I wish they would just go away.

This statue is dope though.