March 19th, 2006 with .
Initially, I wanted to write something with pure depth and soul when I sat down to express my feelings, however, it’s exceptionally difficult to describe what I’m feeling right now without there being a hint of confusion mixed in with remorse.
A few hours ago I found out that my mother passed away from kidney failure, a woman who I wasn’t as close to as I would’ve liked to be. She was relatively young, only 45 years old and dwelled without resolve on various decisions she made in her past, to the point where in the end she chose to stop living.
March 15th, 2006 with .
Growing up, I was never prevented (nor deprived) from watching “classic” Hollywood films, including those of the cult, horror and Technicolor variety. They were always there, even if some weren’t major box office blowouts, because at least one person in my immediate and extended family had a VHS copy stashed somewhere.
Movies like The Blues Brothers, Animal House and Fast Times at Ridgemont High showed me how two bumbling jazz muscians, a group of frat boys and premiscuous teens could in the end — despite zany onscreen antics — come together and learn from their experiences, despite conflict and misunderstanding.
March 13th, 2006 with .
Admittedly, I’m a bit behind as far as my planned “psuedo-real-time” updates for SXSW 2006. The reason for this is twofold. One, because I’m still jetlagged from last Thursday and haven’t gotten a lot of sleep and two, there’s been so much going on that it’s been difficult — at least for me — to pinpoint what to write about exactly.
That said, it makes sense to tell you that while I’ve been having a blast here in Austin, TX with newly made friends, I also miss my family. My daughter is only two years of age and has been asking about my whereabouts since I left. I’m not sure how to handle that, but I’ll say that she, along with my wife and new son, have been on my mind alot.
March 10th, 2006 with .
It’s hard to describe the journey from New York to Austin, TX, mainly because it wasn’t quite how I imagined it would be. In my mind, I would’ve boarded the plane on time, with a few minutes to spare. I would’ve landed at the Austin International Airport, grabbed my cobalt blue duffle bag, rented the car I had made a reservation for and drove to my hotel without getting lost.
