It was a cranking-busy Friday night, I was standing at the service well mixing drinks. Eric was at the beer tower. People were everywhere. We worked a very small and fashionable bar on Denver’s east side Uptown neighborhood. I don’t talk about Eric much. At this time in our relationship,Continue Reading
It makes a small amount of sense that I would think about my youth and the days gone past this weekend. Here we are, April 2014, and we’re at the 20th anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death. Please know that this is not a tribute to Nirvana, to the grunge scene,Continue Reading
In all reality there were only two things that made me want to become a botanist. The first reason, plain and simple, in the long months of Desert Storm, all I really wanted to see was plants. The second reason, when I returned to Ansbach, Germany in May of 1991,Continue Reading
It occurred to me tonight to look through old essays. It occurred to me only because I have not written any content for my blog. It’s time to talk about my winter reading list, which is as follows: I read several Philip K. Dick short stories, Ford Madox Ford’s TheContinue Reading
I‘m going through the interview process at Devry University for a teaching gig. It’s been an interesting process if for no other reason than I have not been through such a process before. Anyhow, I had to give 20 minute teaching demonstration. I choice the Roy Strykers photographers and theContinue Reading
It was done on a cold March night in another place and in another life. It was a cold March night, chilling, wet, slightly suspect. Tonight? Another March night, three years later. It seems like an entire life time ago, March 2011. In the of my young son, the differenceContinue Reading
I think any project that involves more than one person, and possibly many one person projects take on a life of their own. I also think that everyone has been part of something that has suddenly become to important to not complete to the highest value. A project becomes theContinue Reading
In the week leading up to the shoot, many of my friends commented on how exciting they thought a making a movie must be. Perhaps. If you have never been on a film set, I can see why one might think it’s exciting. There are lights. There are boom mikes.Continue Reading
As a writer, the collaboration process does not really exist. I mean, maybe, perhaps you got a few personalities rolling round in your mind, perhaps you consult some of your imaginary friends (all writers have these) or perhaps you must need a second reader to provide insight. Chances are, thereContinue Reading
You gotta meet Aeon Cruz My process began in February 2013. “Better Days” was the first scene I wrote. In February 2013, we were still living in Portland, OR. My son was approaching six months of age. I watched the baby all day, and at night I was waiting tablesContinue Reading