Monday, March 31, 2008

Everything Kills You

I just made the mistake of mentioning to Meredith the latest scare study that I saw, the one that came out from an "award-winning" cancer specialist that says cell phone usage is more dangerous than smoking or asbestos, that says it will give you brain tumors in ten to twenty years.

Meredith is almost as much of a hypochondriac as I am, which is saying a lot, so she instantly latched onto it. She's already been worried about her multiple imaginary fatal illnesses, something she'll probably be doing well into her nineties, so this is just another straw, not the one that breaks the camel's back, but one that bends it just a little bit further.

Anyway, we are digging being in the timeline again. The editing is going really well. Some festival action on Lumia and a Miracle Quesadilla is on the way over as I type. Life is good.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Women Do Not Sleep With Guys in Reggae Bands

Meredith was just telling me that I should start playing out with my band. We are ready to play out, but we haven't yet and that's another story. How did we end up on this topic? I was talking about maybe dating again, but wondering where you meet somebody in NYC, the eternal question, I know.

So she said we should play out, to which I responded "I played out a lot with the reggae band in the late 90's. We toured around, I played at S.O.B.'s. I never met anbody." She said that women do not go with guys in reggae bands. They don't have groupies. Tell that to Bob Marley. Oh, "unless you're Bob Marley," she chimes in.

Anyway, that is something up to the universe. How does this relate to "The System," aka Project Quesadilla, aka Project HH NOT Blavatsky? Well, it means that we have the time to talk shit while we're going through outtakes, and THAT means that we're in the timeline, and THAT means that we're editing, which is a good thing. We love to edit. Anyway, that's the deal. Shooting is almost finished. We are editing like fiends for the next 6 weeks, taking a short break, then editing and doing music - in conjunction with our celebrity guest super band, and we should be done with this killa flick by 9/1, which is my birthday, which is also, by coincidence, the day that WWII started.

Women

Thursday, March 27, 2008

The Selling Is The Art

Ran into my old friend, Katoukas, last night, and we had long chat on a stoop on Christopher Street.

I won't go into all that we covered, but I told him about how Meredith and I love to make stuff, but we need to work more on pushing ourselves.

He said "The art is in the selling, my dear."

We are meditating on that every day for three months.

The Iron Goddess Of Nausea

We are blogging again. Alert the media. Have a parade. It had gotten to the point that we were either going to write again or never write again. Such is the rust in the gears of the creative process that, when you reach this point, you must either pour some liquid wrench on the gears and force your aching bones up into the tractor seat or forever hold your peace and let your voice just fade from the blogosphere of discourse forever.

We don't want that to happen, so we'll call this past two months a break and just never let it happen again.

Actually, when I look at it, there was a death in my family, Meredith went away, and other life events *did* conspire to prevent us from writing, but that is never an excuse. Anyway, enough snivelling.

What does this title mean?

We are drinking the old faithful Yunnan Black again tonight, the tea that always does the job, the tea that's up on the tea billboard in the 13Bit Parking Lot. The tea that don't stop working, yo. We were reminded of our period of drinking Tikunan Iron Goddess of Mercy Oolong Tea and our discovey, confirmed by Tia, that it is a nausea inducer. I suppose that there are some uses for such a tea, but I can't think of any at this moment. Tia says that Japanese models drink it to stay thin. I would think that there are other ways to stay nauseous, but every culture has its thing, doesn't it?

The other thing about coffee, according to my dentist, is that it doesn't stain the teeth at all, whereas tea, well, you know what tea does. And what does Meredith say to this? She says:

"I don't care. I want old, black nasty teeth and I'm going to keep drinking tea."

And to that, I say "amen."

We are also big-time into coffee again here. Anyway, I have to go make another post. See you in a minute.