Foreword by Stan Lerner: before I embarked on the “Road To Nowhere” I left the trusty Alec Silverman to record for all of us the last half of the Downtown Los Angeles Film Festival. Upon my recent return to Los Angeles he proffered the following account. Well, I got in on the tail-end at the [...]
Monthly Archives: September 2009
Feeling Lucky, Punk? Thought Tools
I misquote. In his 1971 classic, Dirty Harry, Clint Eastwood actually said, “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk’?” How about you? When things seem to be going your way, from finding a new job to meeting a potential mate do you marvel at your luck? When [...]
ROAD TO NOWHERE — BEGINNING TO NO END
“If anybody would like to join the first downtownster road to nowhere road trip I’ll be leaving Thursday or Friday,” I said to the meeting of the Marketing Round Table. “I don’t know where we’re going or when we’ll get there, but that’s the idea. And uh, you could get on or off the trip [...]
MOVIE REVIEW: EXTRACT
What man writes a script – a comedy no less – that has a character who gets his testicles blown off? A woman writing it, I would believe. But a guy? Well, leave it to Mike Judge, the brains behind “Beavis & Butthead”, “Office Space” and “Idiocracy”, to do just that. A man who you [...]
ROAD TO NOWHERE—BIG MOUNTAIN
The email from Tilly on facebook said something to the effect, “I think you may know Paula Greenstein. And if you’re in Montana, anywhere near Whitefish, I think she owns a restaurant there called Wasabi—it’s supposed to be really good.” I read the email again, amazed at the Lord’s hand in all affairs. I had [...]
Life Happens—Not
In malls from San Antonio to Santa Monica expensive retailers like Neiman Marcus, Tiffany, and Bloomingdale’s are opening new stores. That suggests many customers with money to spend, yet we all know legions of debt-strapped people struggling to keep their noses above water. Looking at the economy, it is easy to see that some people [...]
ROAD TO NOWHERE PART VI
Although I’d become accustomed to the forward motion of a life lived on wheels, a few days in Missoula were an extraordinary detour into the Land of Normal. True, this was not my idea; indeed it was Mike who thought it best to give my old-body a few days of healing time before moving on. [...]
