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| Shirtless shoeless man with tattoos spotted outside the former Circus of Books porn den turned hipster marijuana dispensary. Not sketchy at all. I love LA! |
10.03.2017
9.22.2017
Where yeohman has gone before
I've been rewatching a lot of the original Star Trek episodes lately, and I think I have developed a crush on Yeohman Tamura. She was played by the actress Miko Mayama and only appeared in one episode.
Before she went on a voyage of discovery in outer space, she was "discovered" by Burt Reynolds, as this post on her IMDB page states. Hollywood had already discovered her as by the time they met, she had already been on Star Trek and about 10 other TV shows.
According to Burt Reynolds autobiography, "But Enough About Me", Miko Mayama started as a Kabuki Theater player. They met when he stopped in Japan on his way to the Philippines to do the movie, "Impasse." Miko moved with Reynolds to the United States and learned to speak English by watching Bugs Bunny cartoons. Her first words to him in English were, "What's Up, Doc?" They lived together for 4 years before he left her for Dinah Shore.
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Read the whole excerpt from Reynold's book here:
In 1973 she appeared in the Blaxplotation film "That Man Bolt." In this scene, Bolt, played by Fred Williamson, checks out the woman who wooed Burt with bunny talk.
8.20.2017
The Great American Blindness Challenge 2017
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| Braincelljupiter stares at the eclipse in Madras, Oregon |
First I noticed my shadow looked 3D and colors started to become saturated. I felt like I was wearing sunglasses. It felt like I was going blind. It got cold. Then darkness started closing in from the distance. Mount Jefferson on the horizon disappeared. I got colder. Then it was night. People gasped and cheered. Totality. For a little more than two minutes I stared at the fingers of the sun. A man nearby told his toddler daughter, "you have to remember this." And when it was over she said she wanted to do it again. I felt the same way. Do it again. Make me feel small. Remind me we are floating and rotating in the blackness of space. Remind me of how we only exist because of your warmth and the distance you keep from us.
8.19.2017
9.23.2016
6.21.2016
12.02.2015
Old Skool Skater
My roommate from NYU, Cameron Martin, was a professional skater for Powell Peralta. He's now an artist and not on Facebook. Back in 1991 in our sophomore year, we made a video together that I shot and edited. Last week he sent me this link to a recent article about the video and how it lead to the end of his relationship with Stacy Peralta.
10.06.2015
7.03.2015
Tall Iced Improvaccino
Today I improvised a scene at Starbucks. I played a "Rainman"-esque character who questioned another man about his "service dog." I started out by complimenting him about what a beautiful service dog he has. Then I asked him if the dog was helping him read the newspaper (obviously the dog wasn't because the newspaper was on the counter in front of the man, out of eye-level of the dog).
The man asked me if I was with the "Service Dog Police." I assured him that I was not. He then asked me "What does that sign say?" I read it aloud so everyone in the store could hear. "We welcome service dogs."
"What else does it say?" he asked me.
I looked at the small print. "No pets, please!" I cried, placing extra emphasis on the word "pets."
A little boy, oblivious to this inane altercation, came over to ask the man if he could pet the dog. Of course, the man obliged.
That's when I turned to the little boy. "One day when you grow up you can have a service dog and bring him to Starbucks."
The boy said, "Oh, I don't live around here."
"That's OK," I told him. "It's a California law anyway and you don't have to pay attention to it even if you are from here."
The man asked me if I was with the "Service Dog Police." I assured him that I was not. He then asked me "What does that sign say?" I read it aloud so everyone in the store could hear. "We welcome service dogs."
"What else does it say?" he asked me.
I looked at the small print. "No pets, please!" I cried, placing extra emphasis on the word "pets."
A little boy, oblivious to this inane altercation, came over to ask the man if he could pet the dog. Of course, the man obliged.
That's when I turned to the little boy. "One day when you grow up you can have a service dog and bring him to Starbucks."
The boy said, "Oh, I don't live around here."
"That's OK," I told him. "It's a California law anyway and you don't have to pay attention to it even if you are from here."
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