Once again, I have insomnia. Actually, I do sleep. I just can't seem to go to sleep when I want, and then end up sleeping way past the time that productive people get up. I've been working out, except for today because I chose to spend my time with the two cutest babies in Shreveport instead. I've not been eating past 8pm, which seemed to help last time. I don't know why my body chooses to stay awake so long into the night, and wee hours of the morning. So, tonight, I'm blogging.
I Love You Phillip Morris premiered at Sundance this year. I really can't wait to see this movie in theaters. Not only has this been one of my very top favorite films to work on, but I am proud to have worked on it. Shreveporters: start campaigning now to have it shown at the Robinson Film Center. They might be the only ones to show it here. I found this
interview with Rodrigo Santoro. I'm just putting this out there, into the (web) universe. I really want to work on The Expendable, if only so I can go to Brazil, and maybe visit Rodrigo while I'm there. I would really like that to happen, Universe. Please?
I saw Brit's facebook pictures of Sylvie, their cat that they adopted from my house, and she had taken pictures of him with Photo Booth. Then, I came across another picture of a cat, taken with photo booth. THAT was somewhere on the net, and completely isolated from Brit's photos. So I had to give it a try. For the record, it's harder than it looks.



Today, I tried it with Ro Henry. It's not as hard with babies, but Jen was looking at me like I was being mean. I think Ro Henry will like them when he's older.


Here are some random pictures. Amber takes a picture a day, and I've been trying to follow in her footsteps, taking pictues of my life. I'm getting better at the pictures part, but the posting/blogging about them daily part is not as easy. I don't know why. I have nothing else to do. No job. Everything in my schedule lately can be moved around. Yet, I'm finding it hard to blog regularly. I'll try to make it a goal for a week. A picture a day. Here is some catch up:

I've seen this train twice, now. The first time was just after wrapping Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call, New Orleans. Werner Herzog directed the film, and it was so amazing working with him. A lot of the crew didn't like him. I loved him. Anyway, we had to wrap in a hurry because Gustav was bearing down on New Orleans, just three years, almost to the day, after Hurricane Katrina. Even the act of evacuating was surreal. I don't even live in New Orleans anymore, but Molly and I spent most of Saturday and early Sunday preparing Jen K's house before heading to my house in Shreveport. Once on the road, we...er, I decided to take a smaller highway. We were somewhere between Alexandria and Shreveport, way out in the sticks. There was nothing but the road, and this train that had "HERZOG" printed on it. It sound strange, but it was as if everything I was going through was validated. I don't really know how else to explain how I felt. I wanted to take a picture, but it seemed to be too much of an ordeal at the time. A few weeks ago, I was headed to the Y for my workout, and there was the Herzog Train. At a standstill on the bridge over Marshall Street. I tried to get a picture then, but couldn't get a good angle. I gave up, drove under the bridge, turned left, up a block....there was the train, on my left now. I drove to the dead end and got my picture. I like the bleak tree in the picture, too.




Making beignet's for the first time. They were so delicious. I was the only one around to eat them. That was the only mistake I made.