…because sometimes you see things that make you want to take over the world.
This song, on repeat. If I ever get to the point where I shoot a film with a dance/sex scene in it, I will keep this song in mind.
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I would like to make a tribute to the dopp kit that I threw into the trash this afternoon.
It was given to me by Melissa Wortzman for my Bar Mitzvah. It was monogrammed with my name on it. I used it from the ages of thirteen up until now, at 28.
I travelled everywhere with it. If I was traveling it was with me. Israel when I was sixteen. England when I was nineteen. Backpacking Europe when I was twenty five. And everywhere in between. Any road trip, and vacation, any time I moved into a new place, the dopp kit was with me.
Recently the ink on it began to run, and it was staining clothing if I kept it in my luggage
I threw it away today (and neglected to take a photo). An item with a memory, with a history.
It’s a silly thing to elogize, but reminds me of a short story I read in “A Whole New Mind”.
Staying overnight with friends, his sleep was disturbed by a vivid dream: a thief broke in, stole everything in the flat — then carefully replaced every single item with an exact replica.
“It felt so real,” he told his friends in the morning.
Horrified, uncomprehending, they replied, “But who are you”?
-Patrick Forsyth
Who are we if not the mass of our stuff?
If someone came into my bathroom and replaced my chap stick with an exact replica — whittled down to the place I have used it to, peeled the label to show the use — would I notice? Would the new chap stick have the same weight as the old chap stick?
Horrified, uncomprehending, they replied, “But who are you”?
I am directing the live broadcast for the mLove festival in Monterey, CA, which talks about the future of communications. Fun stuff! Check it out live today and tomorrow.
Yesterday I saw a documentary called Jiro Dreams of Sushi, about one of the world’s master sushi makers, Jiro Ono.
Jiro is single-minded in his pursuit of perfection, and the documentary is a fascinating story of the man and his restaurant.
Not only is the story incredible, but the movie is shot in a beautiful and meditative way.
I noticed that “Jiro” shares a lot of themes with a documentary called Bill Cunningham: New York — one of my favorite movies of last year.
The subject of both films is an old man who lives for his work, and wants nothing more in his life than the work itself.
Both documentaries are excellent and worth seeking out.
New York is a whole lot of fun, but California is BEAUTIFUL.
This spot is good, but the LeVar Burton cameo was simply wonderful.
