Apparently every screenwriter who lives in Los Angeles must have a spec script for a popular television show in his portfolio. I have a couple of attempts, but no script. I took a crack at a Girls spec a couple of years ago. I know it's very popular right now to hate on Lena Dunham,... Continue Reading →

First you have to decide how you feel about this outcome. Is being bounced by the Spurs in the first round of the playoffs an acceptable outcome or an unacceptable one? I know it is the outcome, but we’re talking about setting the tone moving forward. So just for now, remove all the excuses. Is... Continue Reading →

Dear Mr. Berry, I wanna thank you. I wanna thank you for turning your back on NYU and the New York literati so many years ago and returning to your Kentucky farm. I'm sure, if you had stayed, you would have been a prestigious New York City author and professor. Your experiences would have been... Continue Reading →

Dear Delta, Thank you to whomever curates your audio selection on the in-flight entertainment. When I clicked on your hip-hop section, I was so excited to see artists like J-Dilla and Saul Williams instead of Jay-Z and Flo Rida. As a matter of fact of the 3 1/2 hours it took to get from Minneapolis... Continue Reading →

I can talk about anything on this blog. Two days ago I had an imaginary conversation with the Memphis Grizzlies point guard. Last night I confessed I'm fascinated by macro lens'. Tonight I thought about talking about where I'm from. Or using a scene in the Mr. Robot pilot, which I watched tonight, to discuss... Continue Reading →

  Macro photos are kinda like dreams. Fascinating to the person who has them, but often contextless and of little interest to others. No matter. Using a macro lens on my iPhone to take pictures of small things tends to put me in a right headspace.  Because I think a 2-D rendering of a world... Continue Reading →

BJH: Hi, Imaginary Mike Conley. Been a few weeks. How are you? IMC: Yeah, buddy! Been getting ready for the playoffs. I'm good. BJH: Yeah. ::Silence.:: IMC: Already? BJH: What? IMC: Awkward silence? So early in the conversation? BJH: It's just... well, nevermind. IMC: Talk to me. BJH: Yeah. I shouldn't. It's... like, this is... Continue Reading →

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