Death Valley was great. We barely beat the traffic out of LA and drove straight and smooth for hours. We ate dinner at a KFC in the desert. The cashier was a cute thin blond with crooked teeth. She didnt eat meat and we laughed at her job together. In the corner was a party of six in their late sixtys, grey haired, overweight, toothless and so happy to be there. Against the windows was fat man, a really fat man, so fat he hung off the chair on all sides, spilling over it like a ball of dough. His head hung; the energy to lift it while waiting for his multi-gallon buckets of fried chicken was too much. His mother paid and they waddled out together carrying what looked like a weeks worth of groceries. We talked about being that fat and having no teeth. We talked about how it wouldnt happen to us. How we felt bad for him and how we didnt.
Chance found me in the middle of the Santa Monica Promenade today. The sidewalks bustled with shoppers, street musicians and young idealists wielding clipboards.
I wished so bad that I had my camera when I came upon these two. There was a bum holding a sign, asking for money. He was dirty, but not the dirtiest. I don’t remember exactly what his sign said. It was some attempt at striking a sympathetic chord. Anyway, I was more interested in the irony of the scene, for next to him stood a girl, holding her own sign with the word Greenpeace scrolled across it.
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A very amateur compilation of my very amateur footage take during my week at the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. Many thanks to my good friend Dominic and his pal Marciano Agabon for a sweet place to stay and access to all the shows, films and parties. Thanks also to all the very cool and interesting people I met who made the week so awesome and memorable.
We waited around two hours for the free shuttle service to take us into town. The chalet I’m staying at is right on the slopes, about a 10 minute drive from all the films and parties. It’s freaking cold here so to not be walking outside for any longer than we had to, we ran into the first place to eat we found. They’d run out of half the stuff on the menu. I guess Sundance is getting too big for the twon and they’re considering moving it. When a bar and grill is out of french fries and hamburgers, it must be pretty damn busy.
After we ate, my goood friend Dominic sacficed his spot at the premier of the Beastie Boy’s new film “Awesome, I Fuckin Shot That!”, so I could go. The film was scheduled to start at Midnight. Adam Horovitz (Ad Rock) came down to the front of the theatre to introduce the film. He was pretty chill, a bit nervous actually, which kind of blew my mind considering he’s been performing in front of tens of thousands since the early 1980’s, when I bought my first tape ever, Beastie Boys – Licensed to Ill.
I’ve been in Vegas for half a week and have yet to see a casino. Instead I’ve spent my days in silent thought, shifting focus from my feet to laptop screen. I’ve spent my evenings in conversations of life and love with my friend Harry. We talked about perception as the culprit for misunderstanding, about the power and weakness of language and about the blisss found in faith and faithlessness.
Tonight I’m headed for Sin City Hostel, to spend one night and day alone on the strip before boarding an overnight Greyhound to Salt Lake City, where I’ll join my very hip friend Dominic for a week of music, film, parties and famous folk at the Sundance Film Festival. I’m looking forward to being star struck by names and faces who breath, eat and shit just like me.
