I began this blog post a couple days ago with the title "Pursuit of Happyness", à la Will Smith's film with the same title. Then I stopped writing... I simply wrote in the title, paused, and closed the page. This morning, I sit across the table from one of my heros. I listen to him share his thoughts, his desires, his struggles and his determination to overcome his fears and pour himself into the things that make him happy, content, filled with love for life; in his words - "
I'm in a mood... I am. What's the story here? Tell me. Is this sad? Beautiful. Cruel? Or simply natural. You know, the way of things?... Lovely decor this restaurant has... Really good food too ;)) I'm in a mood... Aren't I? Cheers (D) -Aimi
So I'm working on my first feature length script - A Day In The Life of Who and it's intense. Some time early last year, a group of amazingly talented actors and crewmen came together, voluntaring their time and talent, to help shoot a test/potential promo scene from the script - A quirky scene that takes place on a New York City Subway. Needless to say, it was an incredible experience. Both daunting and pleasing. Through it all however, this talented cast of actors - Kevin (
What makes a place home?... László Kutas (Praha, Czech Republic) Exploring Prague a few years ago, I had the pleasure of visiting a gallery located just off to the side on one of many streets... I got lost in the world of Alexander Onishenko, and enjoyed the sculptures of Laszlo Kutas. Apparently Prague was home to Onishenko for sometime and for many reasons. Today, I find myself thinking of home... What is home? What makes one place home and the other not? Do we call a plac
The end of the first month of a new calendar (Christian calendar) year always feel funny to me. It starts off with me not realizing the month's coming to a close and ends with me having a freaking panick attack, doused with a bout of depression, a sprinkle of self pity, and rage at myself for not being where I feel I need to be already. Yup. That's how it goes. Why do we put such pressures on ourselves to "be somebody." I truly wonder where that need, that drive, that insatia