Friday, July 3, 2009

What Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip can teach us

I love Aaron Sorkin's, now canceled, NBC dramedy "Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip". If you're unfamiliar with the show - it's a fictional look at the behind-the-scenes of a late night comedy sketch show, think "Saturday Night Live". It starred Matthew Perry, Bradley Whitford, Amanda Peet, Sarah Paulson, Steven Webber and D.L. Hughley. Having worked in TV for a few years now, I can tell you that people do not behave as they are portrayed in Sorkin's world. Actually, people in general don't behave as he portrays them, which I guess is the magic of TV. In Sorkin's world TV executives act with class, dignity, kindness, compassion. Actors aren't insecure children who act out more off camera than on. Executive producers aren't overpaid geeks still trying to get the popular girl to look at them in high school. In Sorkin's world people do the right thing, they don't hold grudges and they're not punishing just because they can be. They look at a friend on the ground and instead of kicking the person, they offer a helping hand. I can tell you for a fact, this is not the norm in TV. And unfortunately, it's not the norm in life, at least not in Los Angeles.

People often complain to me that they hate LA. They say it's a hard town. They say it's a hard town for good people. I admit, I've had my fair share of run-ins with people who are inscrutable, who'd sell their mothers to get ahead. When I first moved here I definitely got burned by people I thought were friends. I've had to put up a defense, I'm not as open and I'm definitely weary of new people. This is not to say I'm bitter, embattled or hateful. I still give people more than the benefit of the doubt, I've just learned to protect myself a little better. I enjoy meeting new interesting people all the time. I've been fortunate in finding many good friends in this town. I think there is more good, than bad. But after a few years out here I'll admit, this town can be a tough place for good people. Especially, when the people you know are good, sometimes are bad.

I've got a friend. I've done many nice things for this friend over the years. My behavior towards this person has always been consistent. Which is to say, I'm generally thought of (and try to be) as easygoing, laidback and gentle in demeanor and disposition. Additionally, I think my character is such that seeks to see the best in people, sometimes in the face of evidence proving otherwise, chooses kindness at ALL times, seeks compassion and prays for understanding in the face of cruelty. I believe kindness is the only thing that matters no matter what. Everything else doesn't matter and it falls off me like water off a tarp. To put it another way, if you're not going to think of it on your death bed, chances are it's really not that important. Someone cuts you off in traffic -oh well. People deride your soccer skills behind your back - whatever, I know I try hard. I promise these are not things I'm going to think about lying on my death bed. I'm hopefully going to thinking about the people I loved and who loved me and the reciprocation's of those acts of love in my life.

I show up for my friends. I support my friends. I love my friends. Despite ALWAYS acting in the aforementioned ways towards my aforementioned friend, this person forgot all this and assumed the very worst about my character recently. Despite my years of consistent patience, years of consistent kindnesses, years of consistent understanding, years of consistent acting in what is right and honorable, this person assumed the worst at the slightest suggestion of anything otherwise from someone, who over the years has proven time and again they are not a person of great character. I am disappointed. "Studio 60" makes me long for a world in which it's assumed EVERYONE acts with honor and character, but in life it seems the opposite more often than not.

What will I do regarding this recent offense? I'll forgive this person, as that is my nature. It's also my hope that if you read this and a situation in your life arises where you're called upon to be understanding, patient, kind and honorable in the face of someone who has acted opposite of these ideals that you, too, will seek strength to do so.

ELSEWHERE

If you're in Chicago, you may want to check out the Sears Tower and walk on the sky.

And for my fellow newspaper men/women visit The New Yorker and check out Malcolm Gladwell.

GLADWELL V. ANDERSON

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At a hearing on Capitol Hill in May, James Moroney, the publisher of the Dallas Morning News, told Congress about negotiations he’d just had with the online retailer Amazon. The idea was to license his newspaper’s content to the Kindle, Amazon’s new electronic reader. “They want seventy per cent of the subscription revenue,” Moroney testified. “I get thirty per cent, they get seventy per cent. On top of that, they have said we get the right to republish your intellectual property to any portable device.” The idea was that if a Kindle subscription to the Dallas Morning News cost ten dollars a month, seven dollars of that belonged to Amazon, the provider of the gadget on which the news was read, and just three dollars belonged to the newspaper, the provider of an expensive and ever-changing variety of editorial content. The people at Amazon valued the newspaper’s contribution so little, in fact, that they felt they ought then to be able to license it to anyone else they wanted. Another witness at the hearing, Arianna Huffington, of the Huffington Post, said that she thought the Kindle could provide a business model to save the beleaguered newspaper industry. Moroney disagreed. “I get thirty per cent and they get the right to license my content to any portable device—not just ones made by Amazon?” He was incredulous. “That, to me, is not a model.”

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Ah, Koreatown

This is the Kentucky Fried Chicken in Koreatown. One of these days I'm gonna go in and figure out what the friggin frack!


In other news, my life has a tendency to take me to places I've never imagined. For example, the cramped offices in a dingy building in the nowhere Koreatown, an office belonging to a notary public. A notary public that I can only guess has been there since 1969. Nice guy. Peter also does taxes, so hit me up if you need a new tax guy.



Now go do this...

FROM 3QUARKSDAILY.COM

ACT TO STOP THE VIOLENCE IN IRAN

Via Nico Pitney, something you can do right now to stop the violence in Iran:

Iran%20violence%20-%20election%20fraud-%20injured%20protesterIranian Americans and people all over the world have been touched by the courage of the Iranian people--and horrified by the violence used against them.

Throughout the recent crisis, NIAC has been in contact with the White House almost daily to convey the views of our community, and policymakers have been listening. Based on your feedback, we have strongly condemned the crackdown and called for new elections as the best way to end the violence.
But we need to do more. We need to stop the bloodshed.
Send a letter to the Ambassadors from Russia, China, and the EU, and tell them to use their influence with Iran to bring the violence to an end.
Iran is a signatory to a number of international agreements, including the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and therefore has a responsibility to respect the human rights of the Iranian people. The government's brutality since the election is completely unacceptable regardless of the circumstances; irrespective of whether the election was fair or unfair, the ongoing violence cannot stand.
Without formal diplomatic relations between the United States and Iran, there simply isn't a lot that the US can do. That is why it is so important for countries that do have formal ties with Iran to use their influence to stop the crackdown. By virtue of their diplomatic relations and extensive trade ties to Iran, the Europeans, Chinese, and Russians should seize the opportunity to use their influence with the Iranian government to end the violence.
Unfortunately, many of these governments have done little, if anything, to end the violence. That is why they need to hear from you.
Take a moment to ask the Europeans, Chinese, and Russians to leverage their relationships with Iran to ensure an end to the violence against the Iranian people.

Go here to send the email letter.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Friggin Frack!

There are two dumpsters behind my building, which are emptied twice a week. In fact, they were emptied this morning at 5 am. They also happen to be directly under my window, so I get to hear them being emptied each week. I look out my window tonight and both dumpsters are completely full. I find this incredibly depressing. How do people not understand that we must change! We must change our consumption and waste - now!

In other news, Michael Jackson passed away today. His personal life was much for gossip and strange, but no one can deny his influence on modern music. His talent is undeniable and he will be missed by me.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I'm a Bad Blogger

I know, it's been another minute since I've written something. Although, I'm unemployed I've been surprisingly busy.

I recently moved - AGAIN! Reese and I now live in a lovely studio in the area of Los Angeles known as Koreatown. It was a super deal I couldn't pass up, but I'm never moving again! That was effening exhausting! As the universe would have it, I ended up helping multiple friends move the following week. Everybody's moving! God Bless a recession, rent is cheap. Well, cheap for LA.

We love our new home. It's cheap, has beautiful hardwood floors and did I mention cheap. Reese particularly likes her new view. Lot's to look at for a curious kitty. I have to street park, but if I can manage to buy a new bike that will be less annoying. I'll be able to leave my car parked and have the freedom to leave without losing good parking. Cause today, got an amazing spot, which prevented me from leaving my apartment all day. Well, that and I haven't gotten out of my pajamas, but, I mean, it's mostly cause I've got a good spot.

You may have just discerned I need to buy a new bike. Being green in the new place has been a bit of a challenge. My new building doesn't have recycling, so I'm on the hunt for some place I can stash my recyclables nearby. I've been scoping out neighboring apt. buildings for blue cans. Also, my cruiser is having issues. It needs repair and to be smaller. I'm thinking craigslist for a new-to-me-hybrid. I need thinner, lighter and someplace to put it.

Love/dating/girls still hate my ever-loving guts. So that's awesome! But we're gonna do some soul searching, read some self-help, listen to Oprah and figure out why we keep crushing on these unavailable ladies. This last debacle wasn't even a crush, just friends. But she doesn't get me, so movin on. Maybe I should say "truckin", that's gayer. Although, "movin" is kinda lesbianonic, as lesbians have the horrible habit of uhauling. I won't uhaul, of course, cause I ain't moving again! And this place is too small for anyone else to move in. Well, she could move in if all she possessed in life fit into one suitcase. But would I really want to date someone whose earthly possessions fit into one suitcase? What does that say? I could probably whittle my stuff down to Reese and some pants, but that wouldn't even fit into one suitcase. Well, maybe one of those giant Swiss Army suitcases that cost $800 a piece. But I digress, chics suck and I'm over it! At least, until the next one comes along.

Here's some fun pics of the new place.






Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Love - Why do you hate me so?

Yet another failed attempt at love... My crush is happy with her girl in Houston. BUT we're becoming friends. The crush is super cool. Now I gotta put her in the friendzone and desexualize her, I might need her to ug it up a little. She's very pretty. 

I wonder if my hot quotient will go up once I am a successful TV writer? Maybe I'll finally get some action! I don't know why I didn't think of this plan sooner.

I'm just kidding. In truth, I'm very happy single. My life-style is such that's currently best suited to being single. I'm broke, unemployed, I like going to shows whenever, and I like hanging with my hundreds of friends. I'm not sure I would have even given that up for the crush, maybe scaled slightly back. Hrm, food for thought Jessi! But this girl wouldn't have asked me to, which is why I crushed on her and why she's awesome.  Sigh...

In other news, I'm currently watching a movie called Rogue, starring Radha Mitchell, Michael Vartan and Sam Worthington. It's about a giant killer crocodile. It's totally weird, but it has Michael Vartan (yummy) and cool Australian accents (yes, I still wanna carry on an affair with Missy Higgins!). 

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Douchebaggery

Yesterday, I had to run into this little shop in a small strip mall. The parking lot had quick turn-over, but there was one spot that I could fit. It was near the wall. I go do my business, but when I come out there's a Mercedes sedan parked behind me. So now I'm trapped. I start honking, hoping whoever hears me will come out and move their car. This goes on for about 30 minutes and nothing. Thirty minutes! Yeah, I'm super annoyed at this point. I decide to get my softball bat out of the back seat and see if I start swinging near the car with the idea that maybe whoever owns will see this and come out to rescue their vehicle. Five more minutes and nothing. So I started looking in the car and wondering if I could shove it out of the way. Not so much, it was a Mercedes sedan around the early 2000's. IT WASN'T EVEN NEW! But when I looked into the front driver's side I noticed the keys were inside.  I thought about it for five seconds, got in and moved the car. The owner is lucky I didn't move it five blocks away instead of five feet. You don't just park behind someone and leave! Even if you do leave your keys in the car. Most of us aren't gonna think "Oh, they left the keys for me to move it." It's not my natural inclination to break into stranger's cars under any circumstance.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I know!

I've been awol for the last week. My best friend from college is visiting, so we've been running all over. I'm trying to convince him LA is amazing so he'll move here. I'll be back soon with much to report.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Dazed and Confused

I play soccer. If you read my blog with any regularity, you've probably discerned this fact. I first saw her last season - last fall. She was on another team. Beautiful, athletic, quiet and pretty good at soccer. It has been a crush from afar. 

I do have a friend who plays on the same team as the "crush". My friend isn't really close with the "crush", but said she'd try to find out as much info for me as possible. However, my friend didn't think my "crush" was gay. I begged to differ, my gaydar got game. 

"Jessi, I don't think she's gay. I mean, I really don't know much about this stuff, but I really don't think she's gay," my friend.

"Dude, trust me. She's gay," I replied.

My friend said she'd try to do what she could to find out if she was gay, but wasn't hopeful, as they weren't great friends to begin with. So after months and months of my friend finding out no new information and continuing to tell me she didn't think my "crush" was gay I'd all but given up. As the months went by my friend kept presenting more and more compelling evidence as to her reasoning that my "crush" wasn't gay. Was my gaydar on the fritz? 

We're currently winding down our winter/spring season. Next weekend my team plays for the league championship. Yay! T-shirts! 

We'll be playing my "crush's" team. 

This past weekend after our game, a few friends and I stuck around to watch the other semifinal game. We wanted to see who we'd play in the championship and I admit I wanted to watch my "crush". As we're sitting there chatting I strike up a conversation with a woman sitting next to our little group. I joke about my favorite player - the  "crush" - to this new person, who happens to be best friends with her!! So naturally I asked.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" I said.

"Sure," she replied.

"Is your friend gay or straight?" I asked.

"Gay," she said.

Eureka! I knew it! My gaydar is not broken! Thank goodness.

Actually, I got the scoop on my "crush". Alas, it turns out she started dating someone a month ago. I have hope, but you know lesbians... (they latch on quick) But come on! You mean to tell me that not only is my crush gay, smokin hot, but until a month ago she was single?!! And the best I could do to muster the courage to speak to her was chase her down the field (the girl is speedy!) and yell after her to wait up. grrr... I'm not sure what I should have done.

"Um, hi. Are you gay? If so, are you single? If so, I think you're pretty hot wanna get coffee?" as I desperately sprint after her. 

I've never spoken to my "crush". I get nervous. I'm working on it. I realize without speaking to someone having a crush on them is pretty ridiculous. I mean, she could be dumb as a post. But she's not dumb as a post. Although, I've never spoken to her, I have observed her. She's quiet, but it's not a weird quiet. She has a quiet about her that's studious, thoughtful. There's thought behind her eyes, she observes people. She may not be that Chinese girl from Detroit who got perfect scores on the ACT, PSAT and SAT (who is? that's a mind once in a generation), but she's not dumb. Sigh... moving on or rather I'm supposed to be writing.

Well, the bird is hatched, the toothpaste is out of the tube, and the down feathers are all over the room while an empty pillow case lies on the ground. I made jokes and charmed her friend. Her friend has no doubt spilled the beans, but that's okay. Keep Hope Alive!