Strange signs today: Weird weird dream about black horses with glowing eyes trying to take over a New York building from the rooftop, and trying to come to get us (?). A call from an 866 number that played salsa music for a minute until I decided to hang up. A call from someone named Erica asking if I need a ride home after Spanish, I said I’d walk home or take the bus (playing along) and she thought that “greg” was playing games with her. Weird part is, she called me greg and knew my number, I’ve never known anyone well enough by the name of Erica to have given my number out. She called back and confessed her wrong numberedness. Lastly, random flashes of light on our street. Too directed and powerful to be a camera flash, too intermittent and random to be a strobe light or burglar alarm. I’m not sure what’s going on.

Below: A distortion of reality.

“Steak Fries.” That is my new invention. More to come, perhaps some prototypes.

Hmm, update. I saw the National last week at Terminal 5, a brand spankin’ new venue in Hell’s Kitch. The National is great (give em a listen, click play), but their show was…well, was unfortunately their album. Shows should never be an album. There should be stuff that you’d never hear on the record. There should be b-sides, commentary and randomness. There should be 5 minute long bridges, acoustic versions and stuff that gives you the chills. The show felt uptight and flat. Makes me sad because me knows they have the skillz.

Friday midday. I decide to take a last minute trip home. I haven’t been out of New York city since March 19th. That’s a long damn time to never leave one place. I left, went home. In no particular order: Hukilau Hawaiian food, Cheeseboard pizza, running on Mt. Tam, hanging with Moms, pumping up car tires, driving through the Berkeley hills, Stylized Sculpture exhibit at Asian Art, pho, tech/startup talk with Karen, cooking with Mom, driving across as many bridges as possible, lunch with Grandma a la Sushi House, broken airplane -> new airplane, crab roll from fish(.), 1lb Peet’s Italian roast, 1lb Graffeo dark roast, Frozen Life at the Mill Valley film fest, and 3 hrs of sleep on a red eye.

Below: Moma. (film delay, will have this past weekend’s pics in 2 weeks)

A while back, I had the opportunity to attend the NY TV fest, a film fest of sorts but for TV, and interview the cast and crew (with A-Nation host Kim Mi Ly) of the new ABC show Pushing Daisies. Below is Lee Pace, the main actor. I would definitely recommend the show. It’s a sort of blend of Harry Potter and Serendipity (the movie). At the premiere, Barry Sonnenfeld (Men in Black, Get Shorty), the director, explained how if the concept didn’t get picked up by a major network, they were going to make a movie out of it. The show is unique in that its genre is somewhat undefinable in the TV world, but would fit in amongst quirky/magical romantic comedies in the movie world. I hope it can hang in there despite it’s undefined, unproven niche.