So I’ve discovered a hard, enormous lump on the base of my neck. Seriously, it’s like the size of a Cadbury Creme Egg. It hurts a bit, but I think that’s only because I’ve been poking at it for the last couple of hours. I’m sure it’s nothing, but just in case the lump murders me in my sleep, let it be known that Jen gets all of my books, Ron gets all of my...
SFO Silent Film Festival
Scott, one of my Selznick School students, is blogging for the San Francisco Silent Film Festival as part of his fellowship. He’s a whip-smart guy who knows his film as well as his digital. Also, all of my Bay Area cinephile friends should consider attending the festival, which runs from July 12-15th at the Castro.
I haven't posted for six weeks and I *still* don't...
I was drinking alone last night, and as I am wont to do on such occasions, got to thinking about Why I Am the Way I Am. I ended up writing a 2000-ish word piece about seeing Close Encounters of the Third Kind in the fall of 1977 and connecting it to my discovery of François Truffaut and Jules and Jim and then to Alfred Hitchcock and over to Rod Serling and the Twilight Zone and then somehow back...