tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623573672242097502024-03-08T11:39:47.882-08:00Cafe SocietyA bright,indulged,yet lonely only child became an orphan one hot June afternoon long ago. He vowed he'd escape his situation, get to Hollywood, become a writer, and have it all. He did just that: but to his surprise discovered it was only the beginning.ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-38295362880603276702012-03-30T01:05:00.001-07:002012-03-30T01:05:23.254-07:00lunch break
I'm not finding the energy to continue with this blog in this format at this time. And I don't want to be one who suddenly vanishes....maybe someone will miss me and worry.
I have another blog...where I go more into the challenges in my life. I don't want to compartmentalize and have this other life hanging in the balance.
Having been up for two days, I can't find the button to turn off the ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-6948480487293169372012-02-29T00:54:00.000-08:002012-03-02T00:55:43.497-08:00Whither whither, shall I fly
I attended a slideshow presentation on old Hollywood, and enjoyed it very much. Well, most of it. I get so very tired of people asking inane questions and trying to one-up each other, as if they have exclusive right to knowledge.
Today I was back in my agitated state of mind, but had a fantastic discussion with a friend on change, directions, and possibilities.
I continue to accomplish little ofReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-70750614148186063952012-02-19T21:03:00.000-08:002012-02-19T21:03:09.471-08:00Axe Wanted: Cherry Tree OptionalMy Valentine's Day was lousy. And today hasn't been stellar either. After getting some great writing done, something went awry and while I have hope I can find it on a cyber clipboard, the loss knocked me into angst and tail spinning.
My last therapist sort of vanished on me two years ago after I came back from my Wisconsin weekend. She had helped me get up the gumption to actually go, because IReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-11894093486496477782012-02-14T10:28:00.000-08:002012-02-16T22:29:10.438-08:00One Moment In TimeWhitney Houston's passing has been a tough one but also a time to reflect and be still. As it was the weekend Princess Diana died, I saw the news on the internet, and went into 'stunned' mode. I picked up supper and brought it home. Industry town that Los Angeles is, the timing of her death,the Grammy's, the Academy Awards coming up, the town got very quiet, and most people went into a fog. I ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-14070414443908228152012-02-10T14:47:00.000-08:002012-02-10T14:47:22.947-08:00And Sometimes I Just Sit---.....at the computer...or lay on the couch....or sit on the balcony. This has been one of those weeks. Where I thought Thursday was Friday....where I didn't eat alot because I wasn't that hungry.
I have been donating, tossing and selling much of the clutter. I think of my ex: who basically walked out of the apartment, taking his clothes, his computer, a table, a desk and not much else. All the ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-16441664456755387142012-01-26T01:45:00.000-08:002012-01-26T04:54:19.629-08:0024 Years of Grateful California Living
My mind, as if thumbing through some old photo albums, still thinks back to January, 1988. That was the month I began life in a new city (dumping Houston for Los Angeles), a new home environment (living single in a River Oaks condo to having a live-in 'significant other' (1st in a series) in one of Park La Brea's towers (401 S. Burnside Ave 11B).
By moving west with Bob, I also escaped a ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-47868636490269541552012-01-14T20:16:00.000-08:002012-01-15T00:13:41.874-08:00Thoughts on Twelve, and I Remember Mama72 hours ago, I came to an interesting realization about my long-departed parents and thus, some insight about myself. As someone who is approaching 50 years and has pondered 'what makes me tick', 'who am I?' 'why am I here?', this was akin to finding the lock that an old key fits.
An old friend of mine would be throttling me now while saying 'STOP Navel-gazing!' It's true: I over-analyze. Thus, ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-54113478888225366092011-12-28T04:02:00.000-08:002011-12-28T04:05:07.781-08:00Resolution #1
I've neglected this blog in lieu of other interests. It's not easy keeping a blog, I've found. Plus, other factors (continued lack of full time work, financial worries) tend to knock enthusiasm for most everything into a hat.
And that's so contrary to my usual happy-go-lucky, we can do it attitude, that it adds more worry on an overloaded, insomniac brain.
But I remain thankful for the ability ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-20146813465200040962011-11-25T03:50:00.001-08:002011-12-28T04:04:12.395-08:00Thanksgiving Gratitude
This was perhaps one of the more low key Thanksgivings I've celebrated in 49 years.
My friend Brian and his sister Sally arrived as planned around 16:45, and I was just finishing up a crying jag with a friend in Mexico. I pulled myself together and we headed down to Mid-Wilshire and the Bounty. I'd called Ramon, the owner, earlier to make sure there was not a surging crowd ahead of usReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-46332797661429746132011-11-22T20:04:00.001-08:002012-01-26T04:47:09.150-08:00Double Vision
Saturday night: it seems I fell asleep with my glasses on & damaged the right temple. At least that's my guess. I was exhausted from cleaning the house, the ongoing lack of job opportunities, my cat's health etc. I had 7 loads of laundry to do, and had the last bit in the dryer when I came upstairs.
I had finished a hot shower and was in a robe and slippers when I went back to the ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-89220149456896464062011-11-13T21:04:00.000-08:002011-11-14T11:24:29.937-08:00The Short Xmas Buffet
In high school, we competed in statewide speech tournaments and one act plays. I have my 1978 All Star Cast Award on my bookshelf presented for my excellent portrayal of a bratty nuisance(no comments on Art Imitates Life; a stack of ribbons from tournaments long ago are in a box somewhere.
One of the plays we of Antic Spring competed against was Thornton Wilder's The Long Christmas Dinner&ReWrite Man62http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332404319975340136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-76993655628084290382011-11-01T20:26:00.001-07:002011-11-14T11:23:58.762-08:00Restrategizing at El Coyote
My tenant candidate, a young guy from NYC has been turned down by the building for my extra room. I am now petrrified. The girl who I'd met and liked appears to be going downstairs to her own unit. I can pay the rent solo again, but that wipes me out at the same time.
Brian came over to take me for another Birthday dinner at El Coyote and the food was delicious. Brian is going to be 'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-23545559866247820602011-09-30T04:28:00.000-07:002011-09-30T04:28:08.361-07:00Sat Nam Said the Little Flower to the Bad EnergyDallas Texas, where I was born, remains in my mind an eclectic city, with room for everyone. You could be 'queer' \, you just didn't talk about it. You didn't have to speak English, or go to Dr. Criswell's First Baptist Church Downtown. Perhaps this sophistication is due to Neiman Marcus and the annual 'fortnight' which showcased a different country. And maybe that is how the Hare Krishna's were Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-7419778568709941232011-09-20T09:15:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:15:38.046-07:00Champagne Taste: Beer Barrel BudgetSaturday morning, with all that is going on around me, I did take time for breakfast at the Village Coffee Shop, which is tucked inside the 'gates' of Hollywoodland. It's an inexpensive oasis up Beachwood Drive. My delightful waitress came over in just a few minutes. "What can I get you?"
"A job", I replied, grimacing as I remembered this was the line Joan Crawford says to Eve Arden Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-33921275486040472442011-09-12T09:15:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:26:02.730-07:00Body and SoulWhen I look back from the place I feel I am now.....on the river bank trying to cross to that next adventure and embracing change, and the future, I will remember this summer with music by Amy and Adele....Gifted singers but with such different life circumstances. I see both of them in myself: freespirited and artistic yet mournful. It was this time last year I was fretting over my trip to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62357367224209750.post-34276348329207749032011-09-06T01:17:00.001-07:002011-09-06T01:55:09.046-07:00Summer Ends, but I ain't fallingSo, on this day, after wandering through the wilderness in search of myself, I decided to grow up a little and figure my way out of the Canyon of the Dolls. I've had it with so many things, mostly my own stubborn refusal to sprout wings and fly on to the next adventure. I can only blame myself, but I'm over blame.
And so, we begin the beguine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA, USA34.0928092 -118.3286613999999934.0818592 -118.36349139999999 34.1037592 -118.29383139999999