There’s a building not far from my house that takes me back to December of 2004 each time I drive past. It’s not a good memory, but rather one that still gives me shivers eight and a half years later.
It’s the memory of a night I suddenly couldn’t remember what I was doing and freaked out as I tried to do my job.
We were close to finishing the first day of shooting for my short film, “We’re the Government — and You’re Not.” Even though I didn’t really know what I was doing, I was the writer and director, and I was sharing the producer duties. I honestly didn’t know until that day just how little I knew.
Even though the day had been a blur, things had generally gone well except for my car having a flat tire at the next-to-last shooting location of the day. (I rode around on the little “doughnut spare” all weekend because I didn’t have time to fix the tire.) I was waiting for one last prop to come in the mail. It was days late, but we thought it would be there. I ran to my house and it wasn’t there — and it was time to shoot the scene. I didn’t have a back-up plan.
How can we be lonely while we’re surrounded by billions of people?
Genetics, culture work together to drive us to pursue what we want
Do you know your heart’s desire? Or are you just chasing a mirage?
Bloomberg: Policing what you eat part of ‘government’s highest duty’
We can’t really change people, even if they offer us the control
Briefly: Comic perfectly captured what I wrote about this weekend
If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers
The so-called ‘social contract’ just means ‘the rest of us own you’
Politicians, empires come and go; only love and nature will endure