The Right To Fly

January 31, 2007


It starts off simple. The urge to tell the world something -- anything. The flame is strong. Burning. The heart is rampant. Racing. The desire is breathing. Heavy. And with good reason. The urge to blog has almost replaced the urge to procreate. Almost.

In a roundabout way, blogging IS procreating. We are regenerating parts of ourselves. Parts that will outlive us. Parts that will go on until infinity. Nowadays so many people want to blog and tell the world their story. Their secrets. Things they don’t even tell their closest friends. They start with the curiosity and wonder of a child in a wading pool. They put their foot in, wave it around a little and then take it out without jumping in completely.

As of 2006, over 200 million blogs were left without updates. Left floating in the blogsophere without a life jacket. Left for dead as their lifeless bodies desperately utter their last words. Abandoned blogs are cluttering the blogosphere like unmarked cyber graves that once promised a new idea or slant on an old idea. Now the cyber graves represent bloggers whose passion died prematurely. Bloggers that had the courage to start but not finish. Bloggers who had “temporary passion.”

Passion is not temporary, it’s permanent. Though it can change courses, you lose the momentum you have already built, then you have to start from scratch. You wind up starting many different projects and not finishing a single one. Your passion is then put on hold -- right next to your dreams. The phrase, “If I had only finished that,” will continued to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Your passion is what keeps you alive -- and what makes you feel alive. It’s inside you waiting for every opportunity to come out and let you shine. If it doesn’t come out, it too will die prematurely. You want it to come out. You want it to breathe life into you. You need it to live your best life. You need it to be happy.

Blogging is just one way to encourage your passion by talking about it. It creates an electronic record in the universe, an acceptance of your gifts, an acknowledgment that your passion is being nurtured. So why do so many people abandon blogging? What happens? Do they run out of things to say? Do they run out of passion? Have they given up on dreaming?

Life changes so rapidly that what was once novel becomes more of a chore. Passion takes discipline. Courage. Will. Determination. Planning. A Boeing 747s wingspan is longer than the Wright brother's first flight, but the Wright brothers planned their flight longer than it took the wingspan to be built. Wilbur Wright went 112 feet in 4 seconds, 3 days later Orville Wright went 120 feet in 12 seconds. Then Wilbur went 175 feet in 13 seconds and Orville followed it up by going 200 feet in 15 seconds. Wilbur then went 852 feet in 59 seconds. The rest is history.

Each time they did it, they closed the gap to their goal. The more they put into it, the more they achieved. They never abandoned their vision of flight. They matched what they saw in their heads to what they saw out of their heads. Their dreams came to fruition. Although they didn’t technically blog, they did keep copious notes on their goals. That’s the bottom line of blogging, creating your life in a way you want it. Whether it is just getting something off of your chest or creating a spiritual construct to something you want. Blogging helps blueprint your life.

Blogging is a clearing house of thoughts. Thoughts that may go unheard if they don’t have an outlet. It’s internet therapy. More than one in eight people in the United States show signs of addiction to the internet? There must be something that draws us in. Why not make it work for us?

If your wingspan is longer that your flight, what’s the point of flying? It’s time to get your dreams. Discipline is hard, but abandoning the song of your Soul is even harder. Blog on.

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Slow Is The New Go

January 29, 2007


Would someone besides me tell my mother to put her foot down. She’s holding up traffic -- and in L.A. that’s an offense punishable by a death. She used to be a such good driver -- until she got a new car. She used to drive like she controlled the road. Accelerating on freeways while applying mascara, oops, I mean hand signals, making safe lane changes, stopping at red lights and doing everything to make the roads safer.

Now she has done a complete 180 degree turn and she drives like a grandmother. She drives so slow that she causes traffic to get congested while cueing the entire horn section to blow in frustration. Since getting this new car, she is afraid to drive it. She is afraid that it will disintegrate if she puts her foot down. I told her cars are meant to be driven, not coasted.

It would it a lot safer if she did donuts on two wheels in rush hour traffic. Slow just got a little slower, thanks to my mother. If you see a lady in a new jade Toyota Highlander with the license plate ‘2SLO2GO,’ please go around her. At least WE can make the roads safe again.

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Friday Gratitude - Bridges

January 26, 2007


Sometimes music can take your mind on a trip and leave you suspended in mid air. Like yesterday. I was in the bank waiting to be served. The line was very long. I’ve noticed lately that banks and post offices are starting to have either music and/or television to distract/entertain the people waiting.

Anyway, as I moved up an inch every five minutes, a song from the speakers came blaring through. It was the old classic, Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkle. It wasn’t the first time I had heard the song, it was the first time I had heard it in a long time. My music taste spans all genres from rock to opera to rap to classical to alternative to musicals. I am a connoisseur of appealing arrangements, production, vocals, lyrics - -the whole package or parts thereof. I like anything that makes me stop and listen - - I mean, really listen. Anything from Akon to Zevon.

Good music can grab a hold of you and shake you to your foundation. You forget about everything around you. Maybe that’s why banks and post offices have tapped into this method of soothing their customers. As I continued to move forward at a snail’s pace, I let the music wash over me and just listened. Often, all we need to do is listen. The song was like a message from above. In this song, the piano intro takes me and the lyrics hold me tight. I got so into it that when the song was over, the teller had been calling, “Next,” for about three minutes. I am grateful that I heard this enlightening song that underscores the fact that we are not alone in this world.

Anyway, here are the lyrics. Let them take hold of you. Remember every song has a bridge (a transition where the melody changes) as every life has one. A bridge usually takes us over water, but it also shows us that change is coming, change is needed, change is good. God is our bridge over water, troubled or otherwise. And like God, we can be the bridge for those Souls drowning. It’s nice to exercise our compassion - - one of the many reasons we are here.


When you’re weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I’m on your side oh when times get rough
And friends just cant be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

When you’re down and out,
When you’re on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
Oh when darkness comes
And pain is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh if you need a friend
I’m sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind

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Watch And Listen

January 24, 2007


I am an avid people watcher. A detective of the clock. In other words, someone who likes to see what makes people tick. The ultimate researcher. A transporter of mental images, thought forms and patterns. You might say, a photojournalist for the psyche. I’m infatuated with the whole process of how people react to time and space. I read their faces. The body language. Gestures. Energy. Flow. Some will run through life like chickens with their heads cut off. Others will float lightly as if they are in a daze. I can only imagine what is going on in their heads.

Sometimes my mental antenna will change stations and tune into their tête-à-têtes with themselves. Let’s listen.

I wonder if she still likes me after last night?... I hope he calls me. Please call me?...I wish I could blow off this meeting. Blow off this job. Blow off this life...Get eggs and milk...He’s hot...She’s sexy...And bananas. Don’t forget bananas...I’ll show him. He can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ll take him for all he’s got...She’s not getting a cent. I made the money. All she did was have the kids...I’ll take the kids and leave the country. He will never find me...Child support And alimony. I’ll take the kids and leave the country. She will never find me...I’ll cook tonight. On second thought. Scratch that. Maybe we will go to Charlie’s. The food there is pretty good. Anything’s better than The Red Taco....Dude that party was off the hook. Yeah. We hooked up...I hope I’m not pregnant. Please God, don’t let me be pregnant...What do you mean the check bounced? How can a cashiers check bounce? Okay, okay. Just don’t turn my lights out...Bread. Cheese...Maybe the landlord will give me an extra day. I hope this job comes through. God I need this job. Please.”

If they came with their own soundtracks, you would hear Judas Priest, Kenny G, 50 Cent, Pavarotti, Aretha Franklin, Mozart, U2, maybe even Paris Hilton and K-Fed? (It could happen?) Someone besides their families had to have bought their CD’s? Unless it’s too much of a stretch of the imagination?

Although I am a people watcher and listener, I am also a doer. The waiters wait for things to happen. The watchers watch things happen. The makers make things happen. Which one are you? It’s never too late to make your life the way you want it. Make your mark.

The watchmaker makes the watch. He makes time and you watch time. Wouldn’t you rather make time instead of watching it? A movement in watchmaking is the mechanism that measures the passage of time. The way we move in life also measures the passage of time, but it doesn’t tell us which direction to go. The movement is in (or on) our hands.

Something that always stuck with me was a greeting on an answering machine. I once worked with a guy who was a D.J. He had two roommates. One was an athlete and the other one was a musician. Once I called his house and his answering machine spoke the greeting: “Hi we’re not in at the moment. Chris is playing records. John is making records and Matt is breaking records.”

I heard that greeting over ten years ago. I never forgot it. Play, make and break your own records. Sounds good to me.

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City Of God

January 22, 2007


You can talk about God and the ways to achieve it until you are blue in the face, but if nobody wants to hear it or nobody gets it, are you merely wasting your time? No. I think there are Souls out there that get it. Souls that are listening. Souls that know how to enhance their lives. Souls that steer their vehicles in the right direction. My new banker is one of those Souls -- he gets it.

It all started when I went to the bank to open a new account. I walked into the door and I held it for a man who was a couple of steps behind me. He thanked me and had a warm smile to go along with it. As I signed in and waited to see a banker, I was approached by the same man whom I had held the door.
“May I help you,” he asked?


“Yes, I’d like to open an new account,” I replied. “Right this way,” he said as we walked to his desk. His first words, “Thank you for holding the door for me.” “No problem,” I retorted. He went on to say that many people are so rude that they don’t even turn around to see if someone is behind them when they go into a door. “I agree. Civility goes a long way,” I said.

We started to discuss the various accounts and the various minimum balances required. When he heard that I was a writer, he mentioned the film, City Of God as being his favorite film. I haven’'t seen it, but he said he had seen it over 30 times. He was a film fanatic. We spoke about film the the next two hours while people were signing in to speak to him about banking.

Have you ever run into someone who seemed to be in the wrong job? He may have been a banker by day, but at night his real passion for film came out. He sees about three films a night, sometimes more. He knew quite a lot about films, including trivia and behind the scene stuff. He corroborated a fact that I have known for a long time - - the Hollywood ending - - where all the strings are tied up and the characters live happily ever after.

Life is not like the movies. Some strings are never tied, the boy doesn’t get the girl, the character doesn’t have an epiphany and people die. Hollywood doesn’t like films to end on a bad note. They don’t want the good guy to die. That would kill all possible franchises. The sequel that is never as good as the original. Did you see Charlie’s Angles - Full Throttle? Did anyone? Okay, I threw that one in there to see if you were paying attention.

My point being that in the film Brazil, the protagonist dies. In the American version, the protagonist flies away. Flying away is not the same as dying. Those same “creative executives” who suggest things don’t have a creative bone in their body. They are culpable for ruining many writers pride and joy - - but that’s another story.

I hope that I signed up for the right account and I wasn’t too distracted by my bankers film enthusiasm. He probably should have been a film historian and not a banker, but he will eventually find that his calling is where his passion lies.

So I am off to Blockbuster to find City Of God. The film that resonates with the banker. Maybe I will find that it resonates with me. Maybe I’ll see something totally different. I like the title and that’s half the battle. Although, we have hate, crime and violence in this life, God is still present. This is a city of God. God is in every city - - even adversity.

As I got up to leave, he escorted me to the door. He insisted on opening it for me since I had opened it for him. We have so many lifetimes of experiences inside us. We are more than our jobs. We are walking and talking references of God’s love for us. It’s a good feeling to know that we are here to offer each other knowledge, friendship, empathy and sometimes just a warm smile. We each build our own city of God in how we relate to our fellow man.

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Nothin' But The Truth

January 20, 2007


"It is man
that makes
truth great,
not truth
that makes
man great."


~Confucius

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Me And The Cohiba

January 16, 2007

With each new year there are a number of people that come into my life and an equal amount of people that go out for various reasons. I look forward to the beginning of the year because I never know what kind of people will traipse into my life.

For instance, one year I met a man who wanted to produce one of my screenplays. He was a foreign man who liked to hold an unlit Cohiba cigar between his lips. Sometimes he would use the Cohiba as a pointer. Other times, he would tap it like it had invisible ashes. When he took it out of his mouth, there were teeth marks on the tip of it, but he never smoked it. I think he had recently quit smoking and holding the cigar made him feel like he was still smoking but not inhaling. I pick up on peoples quirks. Quirks can be endearing until that same person falls out of favor and those same quirks become annoying.

He liked my script. Said it was the best work he has read in a long time. He swore up and down that he was the right one to see it to its fruition and that I wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

“Your name will be on the lips of everyone in the film industry,” he excalimed.

Would my name be used as a noun, adjective or verb? Would it end up in the mud? In the gossip rags? Would I be linked to studio? A celebrity? I mean, what did that mean really? I wasn’t really sure what that meant, but it sounded good. Besides, he wrote a handful of films and had access to the “right people.”

Not one to turn down opportunity, I agreed to let him “help” me. Immediately he handed me notes on the script. Notes are what every screenwriter dreads. It’s an insult to the integrity of the story and they usually don’t have anything to do with the story, but in Hollywood everyone gets notes from non writers who think they have a say in story, structure, plot, characters, and dialogue.

Screenwriters have to jump through many hoops to get seen and heard. It’s an awful mind game that some greenlighters play. (A greenlighter is someone who can give the script the green light to go into production.) He held all the cards and I had to be the puppet until my strings broke.

He said “Jump” and I said, “How high?” Each week, he gave me notes on what he wanted. The funny thing was that they were notes on his original notes. I did all the changes. I wrote, typed, cut, pasted, rewrote, more notes, same thing. My fingers moved so nimbly on the keyboard that they eventually went numb. I couldn’t feel them. And that was the key phrase: When I don’t feel anything, it is not worth writing. This went on for 6 months. Each month he promised that the current notes would be the last notes, but it never happened.

I got tired of chopping my work. It got to the point where I didn’t even recognize it. As good as the opportunity sounded, I had to give my foreign cigar biting producer the ax. The boot. His walking papers. I told him that he already made me ruin my work and I didn’t see the relationship going any further. He was free to write notes on someone else's script, but mine was going back to the original version. (A writer never throws the original away.) I guess it was close, but ALL cigar.

In that time I learned that passion is everything and the only thing that keeps me going. If we are not passionate about our lives, then we can’t be passionate about anything. Passion is what makes us get up in the morning. Passion makes our heart beat faster. Makes it skip a beat. Passion ignites our flame. It’s is written on the walls of our Soul. No one can take away our passion. No one can make us feel what we don’t already feel in the depth of our spirit.

I am drawn to experiences that inspire passion. Once you are connected to it in an all-knowing and all-being way, you can fly to the greatest heavens and soar with the eagles. Let your passion uplift you and no matter what happens in your life, it will always be your cushion. Live each day with passion and it will surely fuel everything that you desire in your heart.

If you ever run into a foreign man with an unlit Cohiba in his mouth, run as fast as your little legs can take you.

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Friday Gratitude - Sail On

January 12, 2007

Whether we are in choppy waters or sailing smoothy, the way we ride the current is key. Life’s waters are unpredictable, they change with the wind. They can knock us overboard or cause us to hang on for dear life. Giving gratitude for each moment helps us understand the sea by surrendering to God’s current.

I am grateful for waking up with the wonder of a new day and knowing that my sails will take me to my next opportunity. Today I sail without fear into the abyss knowing that wherever the waters take me is where I am supposed to be.

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Bound And Tagged

January 9, 2007


The email before Christmas from fabulous blogger Michelle at Amusing My Genius read, “Tag - You’re It honey!” The premise of being tagged is to say a few things about yourself and then tag someone else to do the same. Since I don’t want to catch anyone off guard, I will leave it up to those of you who want to participate in this addictive blogger game and tell me something about yourself too.

Following are things you may not know about me (and things you may not care to know, but I will tell you anyway.)

I have a photographic memory/mind that scares people. I can remember vivid details of their “secrets.” Comes in handy for blackmailing (if I were that way inclined.)

I am an excellent driver and can drive with my eyes closed. (Luckily I don’t or we’d all be in trouble.)

I wanted to be a pediatrician, until I discovered my passion for writing outweighed my aspiration for medicine.

I love puns. (Did you notice the one in the previous line? ‘Aspiration for medicine.’ Get it? Aspirin? (Aspiration?) Medicine?) Okay that one was a stretch, but they are usually more obvious.

I grew up being very shy and I’m still relatively quiet. Not because I am afraid to speak, but because I find observing behavior fascinating.

My third grade teacher thought I should skip the fourth grade and go directly to the fifth, but my mother thought it wouldn’t be good for me socially. (whatever that means?)

I am equally right and left brained and find da Vinci as stimulating as Einstein. I prefer reading instruction manuals over novels.

When my niece was born, I taught her a new word from the dictionary everyday until she was five. Then she ditched me for Dr. Suess.

I have written greeting cards, magazine articles, been published in national magazines, interviewed various celebrities and written screenplays.

A major Hollywood studio loved my script and was going to buy it. Two weeks later they declined, saying that it was too similar to something they had already shot. Such is the case in Hollywood. Two years later, I optioned it to another studio, but it was never shot.

I can whip up a mean tropical fruit smoothie with pineapple, mango, watermelon, strawberries, banana, yogurt, fruit juice and a dash of cinnamon. Mmmmm.

Now tell me a little something about you. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody. Are you still there. Hello? Hello?

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Frown Therapy

January 5, 2007


A Smile costs nothing, but gives much.

It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give.

It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and none is so poor, but that he can be made rich by it.

A Smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business,and is the countersign of friendship.

It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and it is nature's best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,
for it is something that is of no value to anyone, until it is given away.

Some people are too tired to give you a smile;
Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.

~Author Unknown

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Keeping The Spirit Alive

January 3, 2007


So it’s finally over huh? I mean the holidays. The endless DVD watching. Turkey. Stuffing. Rose potatoes. Gravy. Ambrosia salad. Stuffed eggplant. Yams. Meatballs. Macaroni and cheese. Brown rice with pine nuts and raisins. Hot oven fresh bread. The hey-what is this-dish? The elastic stomach stretch.

Carolers are back at their day jobs, eggnog is no longer spewing out of those metal dairy machines, goblets with intoxicating elixirs are emptied, the good China is put back in the display cabinet complaining the whole time at how it would like to come out more often, wrapping paper and Christmas trees are making their final exits, holiday party hats and streamers lay dead on the side of the road and relatives are back in their own homes.

Seems like we work all year long like dogs for a fleeting moment of pleasure that disappears overnight. That bit of happiness which in it’s purest form is like a flawless diamond. Rare. Beautiful. Radiant. All of that work should result in something longer don’t you think? And it is a lot of work for a little sparkle.

Why can’t we have the holiday spirit everyday? People are happy. Strangers speak. People smile. They give love freely. It doesn’t have to go away. Something phenomenal happens during the holidays; there is a culmination of thought that simultaneously puts many of us in the same frame of mind to be loving, kind and good.

For that moment we forget pettiness, backbiting, meanspiritedness and the darker side of man. We feel good, invincible, connected to the universe. The emanating love pouring from its heart is a part of us and our cups runneth over. These priceless moments are what life is about. We need more of them and we can have them by replicating holiday feelings all year long.

I am not saying to wear snow gear on the beach in the summer or to dress like an elf at a business meeting. Just collect all the good feelings the holidays bring you and replay them in your mind. You don’t have to keep playing the same memories, you can also create new experiences.

Don’t feel that you have to make a New Years resolution. They are not for everyone. In fact, they are probably not for anyone. You know what they say about New Years resolutions - - “Something that goes in one year and out the other.”

It’s hard for the human consciousness not to make resolutions, but it is even harder for the human consciousness to keep resolutions, so how can we win? One way to win the resolution game is to resolve to be a better person each day.

We are not perfect and we can never be perfect. We are imperfectly perfect in that there is always something to improve, but not to perfect. Once we feel that one area of our life is perfect, another part suffers. Then we try to perfect that and another part goes. It’s a vicious cycle. The tightrope gets tighter. More tension. More danger. More flexibility. More thrill. More skill. More. More. More.

Forget about resolutions. Keep your spirit alive. It’s nice. If you really want to raise a few eyebrows, say “Happy Holidays,” in the middle of July.

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New Happy Year

January 1, 2007





May your year be blessed and your heart full of joy while every dream greets you with open arms and success.


“Be always at war with
your vices,
at peace with your neighbors,
and let each new year find you
a better man.”

~Benjamin Franklin

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