A Sure Sign

"Your kitchen looks like a couple of geniuses live here."

-James Fauvell, on our hellhole of a kitchen

Fat Man Moments

Last Friday, when "Captivated" was finally up and my sanity was gradually returning, I took a twenty-minute walk down 2nd Street towards the canal. It was a one-block walk down a dead-end street, but it was enough. Passing the open bay of a garage, I saw a fat man sitting in front of a giant fan, beside an old car. It was just about dusk, and he was practically immobile. I turned around at the canal, and as I passed the garage again, the man had stood up and was hosing down the car.

Maybe it was my mood, but in that moment, this pair of images was odd, funny, poignant, and rich with meaning. And I thought, The world is full of beauty and humor and pathos and strangeness, and I sit all day in front of a computer trying mightily to contrive exactly those things. And I felt like a bit of a fool.

Last night, sitting on the roof after the "Script 2" shoot, I mentioned this moment to Mike, and he saw it a little differently. "That's the beauty of it," he said. "You exhaust yourself all week until you have nothing left. You're empty. And then you take a twenty-minute walk, and that's all it takes to fill you up again."

He's got a point. What a great job we have.