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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Rosella

My mother’s sister is named Rosella. It’s a name I’ve never know anyone else to be named. What a shame because I think it’s a pretty name; however, I want to know who’s to blame for thinking up such a name. Rosella.

Did my grandmother make it up by combining two other names; possibly Rose and Della? or Rose and Stella? or Rose and Bella?

I would ask my aunt, but I can’t because she’s dead.

I could ask my mother, but that’s a long distance call.

And my grandmother? She’s been dead for years.

With my curiosity piqued I powered up my laptop (a MacBook of course) and searched Google.

A rosella is a colorful Australian parrot in the genus Platycercus. A feature common to the rosellas is a broad or flat tail.

Whenever hungry rosellas feed on seeds and fruits.


Now when I think of my aunt I think of a squawking bird.

I wonder if in Australia people have rosellas as pets, kept in a cage to entertain their guests?

Gosh... what is making me what to rhyme all the time?

Maybe it's the wine?

I need to go to bed. Good night.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

I believe the flow of energy around you has an influence on your being, and your surroundings should invite good energy. The Chinese call it Feng Shui, the practice of arranging objects to help achieve goals and creating a positive energy flow.

Feng Shui comes from the Chinese words for wind (feng) and water (shui).

In every place I’ve lived I’ve always tried creating the best Feng Shui possible.

Not too long ago I decided to rearrange my bedroom and I moved the bed opposite to where it was. I thought it looked great in its new spot... that was until I went to bed.

Before I say anything else let me explain that I never suffer from insomnia and when I go to bed I usually fall asleep within five minutes. I never wake up during the night, and I can wake up without using an alarm clock.

That first night with my bed in its new locale was an uncomfortable night. I woke up numerous times and couldn’t seem to settle into a restful state. The next morning I feared I was coming down with some illness.

Then it happened again the second night. I was convinced I was on the threshold of the flu. But I was feeling really good; no cough, sniffles, congestion. Nothing.

The same thing happened on the third night... and the fourth.... and well, it went on like this for a couple of weeks. I would wake up so tangled in my sheets that I felt like they were strangling me. It was not a good feeling, and I couldn’t figure out what the problem was.

Then I had a Feng Shui thought. Could it be the room energy was mad at me and wouldn’t let me have another good night sleep until I made the energy happy?

I imagined my obituary: Death By Bad Feng Shui

I immediately turned that bed around and put it back where it was.

I don’t have any more sleeping problems.







Happy Bedroom Feng Shui = A Good Night’s Sleep

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Spending Time in Baton Rouge

It always amazes me how the Universe gives you wonderful surprises when you least expect them. For me that happened last week.

I recently started working on a film that was supposed to shoot entirely in Los Angeles. The production schedule changed and now a lot of the film is being shot in and around Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

Last Monday I was invited to go to Baton Rouge to work on the production. By Friday I was on a plane and headed there. Wow.

Last year at this time I was working on “Tropic Thunder” in Kauai, and now one year later I’m in another location, not as exotic as Kauai, but definitely full of adventure potential.

Today I had some free time and drove to downtown Baton Rouge to see the mighty Mississippi River. With my cell phone I took this picture.


Did you know that Baton Rouge along with Tallahassee, Florida and Austin, Texas is one of the southernmost capital cities in the lower 48 United States? Now you do.

All I can say is so far so good. The people are real nice, the weather is warm and sunny, and my mouth is watering for some jambalaya.

If in my next blogs I start writing with a southern flair you’ll understand why.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Screaming Acorns...

The other day while browsing the Internet I came across an interesting fact:

It’s not until oak trees are at least twenty years old, and in some cases fifty years old, that they produce acorns. Hmmm... that’s a long time for an oak tree to reach puberty.

The next time I’m out in the forest, or walking the streets of Los Angeles, and come across an oak tree without acorns, a virgin oak, I’ll know the reason why. I’ll entertain/impress my friends with my oak tree intelligence.

For all those inconsiderate people who chop down trees without any regard for the tree’s life-cycle, well... as you rev that chainsaw just think about all those unborn acorns that will never see the light of day. If you listen real closely as the chainsaw murders the tree you’ll hear the mutilating cries of the screaming acorns Long live the mighty oak.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Lucky 13

OJ Simpson just couldn’t live a quiet life out of the spotlight. He needed attention and he needed it badly, so he committed armed-robbery and kidnapping in Las Vegas in a stupid attempt to seize sport mementos from his time as a football hero.

What an idiot!

After beating a double murder rap was he feeling so invincible and above-the-law that he thought he’d never get caught?

The guilty verdict came down thirteen years to the day from his being acquitted in the brutal murder of his ex-wife Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman. He now faces life in prison.

Sports star... Celebrity... Egomaniac.... Murderer... Armed-robber.... Kidnapper... Prisoner

Karma has finally caught up with him.

Bubba and all the guys in Cell Block 7 have a new bitch coming... His name is Orenthal James Simpson.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

I Learn Me Well

My thirst for knowledge, or my fear of total ignorance, recently enveloped itself around me, and I decided to do something about it. I read magazines and books. Not magazine articles about who’s doing what to whom, but insightful articles about the world around me. Not non-fiction novels (though I do love them) but books that would expand my brain power.

What did I read?

My stack of “The New Yorker” magazine was getting dusty from neglect so I dove right in and read all the back issues (and there were many). From the financial crises to the presidential election to art and theatre I’ve quenched my thirst for knowledge. Of course I took time to giggle at the numerous cartoons that pepper the magazine. Even when I’m in learning-mode I do need some comic relief.

For books I’ve just finished “Mac OS X Leopard for Dummies.” It was geek of me to do so, but how else was I to learn all the nooks and crannies of my new laptop? Did you know that Option+G will create the copyright symbol? I didn’t, but now I do. I also learned the joys of widgets. Oooh baby, widget me silly.


My love of wine has brought me to “Windows On The World Complete Wine Course” by Kevin Zraly. I’ve just started it but the excitement is almost too much. Did you know that a bottle of wine is 86% water? That vitus is Latin for vine? That “brix” is the winemaker’s measure of sugar in grapes? Now you do.

I might not know tons about everything but I do know a little about a lot, which I’ll be certain to use during the next cocktail party conversation.

But all good things do come to an end, and today I started working on a new film. There be long working hours and little time for reading, but I will persevere.

Knowledge is power.

And choosing and drinking a good glass of wine while playing with my MacBook is the perfect aah.