Jesus, I Come Off Like a Snob

Well, this wasn't the idea. Somehow I start wanting to write something personal, and end up writing about a book or a film or some semi-profound thing.

I suppose on the one hand it's the writer in me, wanting to keep y'all entertained. Plus, I feel like my personal life, while very interesting to me, is not necessarily so interesting to you. As Minx says, "I ate a cheese sandwich" is not necessarily a compelling blog entry.

Well, here's an attempt to talk a little about my personal life.

First off, I currently live in Astoria, New York, a neighborhood I fell in love with many years ago and recently got to know again, when I separated from my ex-wife (who lives in Manhattan). Oddly enough, I live about five blocks away from one of the last places I used to live before I moved in with my ex all those years ago.

Here's a quick view from my subway stop, Astoria Blvd (warning: it's big, and a little squished.

A rainy day, but quite beautiful.

I like the food, the people, my building, even the somewhat scary bar down the block from me (hey, the beers are cheap, and it's great to be able to literally stumble home).

The view is of the Triborough bridge, and (in the left background), Manhattan. The vista reminds me of my 20s, which is great - I had a more optimistic outlook on life then. It also reminds me that I'm not in my 20s anymore, and how I'm finally getting close to the place I wanted to be when I was in my 20s... now that my 30s are getting fewer in number.

Just last year I finally said I wasn't going to hedge my bets anymore, and try to pursue two careers (filmmaking and computer programming). I said yes to filmmaking, something I nearly did... eleven years ago, when I last lived in Astoria.

This is not to say that the eleven years in between weren't good ones... I fell in love, got married, made a movie with my ex-wife, wrote several scripts... and yet it's somehow taken me this long to get here.

Somehow, by the time my mother was my age, she'd had two kids, been married twice, had owned a house and a car... and I live with my cat in a studio apartment previously occupied by a college student. On the one hand, it seems to be taking me a long time to grow up. On the other hand, I think growing up is a big trap to avoid at all costs.

Well, that's enough personal crazy for now. Go see Pan's Labrynth and read Care of the Soul. Awesome movie and book. They go together like peanut butter and jelly.