Again, not sure how best to answer this. As I answered last time about bosses, I was working from a young age doing performance stuff in theatre, on TV and even as a model on trade show runways. Heck, the first dollar I ever made (the folks still have it in a frame on their wall) was when I was young and doing the “robot” at a restaurant while the family was eating. Someone stuffed that buck into my pocket when I wasn’t looking. I also delivered newspapers and worked in the school cafeteria (this was important since I needed a job to pay for my own phone line and while it was only an hour a day and minimum wage, when you had few other expenses, it did the job). I’ve had a lot of jobs, but ultimately, I think this is about the memories and the effect getting the job had on me*. So instead of “first” job, maybe I’ll just talk about some other jobs I’ve gotten and how I got them. Continue reading
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“A Hockey Fan Balances Loyalty to His Hometown Team With a Growing Excitement for the Arrival of the Vegas Golden Knights”
Source: Home Ice? | David Magazine
So… A few months back, say around May or June, I got an offer to cover Magic Live for Magic Magazine. The problem of course was that the baby, who had yet to be born, was due July 1st and going off to Vegas for a magic convention with a 6 week old at home didn’t particularly strike me as the best idea in the world. But I really wanted to go. But 6 week old baby. Continue reading
This month’s cover story features my thoughts on the Vegas that was and might never have been. I’m proud of this piece, I think I did a pretty good job.
What do you think?
July 2, 2015
We’d been in the country for two weeks and were just now making it to the ancestral homeland. This week was going to be different than the two previous weeks as now there was going to be a bit more visiting people rather than places. And we got a good start to this on Thursday morning. Continue reading
Got a new piece of fiction published today in Shroud Magazine. It’s a tale of rock and roll, the price of fame and what you do for your friends. It’s a bit of an adult read, so keep it until after the kids go to bed.
You should head over to Amazon and download a copy, then leave a review, tell your friends and otherwise encourage some hot, talented writers.
And who knows, I might even write more.
My latest piece from David Magazine… this time with more water!
Enjoy this take on the wet and weird side of the Vegas Ultrapool scene!
While Godzilla isn’t necessarily a good film, it’s not a bad film either. In fact, I’d venture to say it’s not even just one film. I’d say it’s two films, each serving a different purpose with a different result. The first film, the one with the character development and real story, is at the beginning. This is the part where Bryan Cranston (Joe Brody) is actually the star he is being touted as. This is a short film about a father and son dealing with a familial tragedy. It starts 15 years in the past when Brody is the chief at a nuclear power plant in Japan when something goes horribly, tragically wrong. Then, when we hit present day, it really blossoms into a smaller film, a story about redemption and forgiveness and what it means to be both a parent and a child, often in relation to the same person. This is NOT a monster film. This is a more intimate social drama.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… George Clooney is the Dean Martin of this generation. He defines cool – women want to go to bed with him, guys want to play poker with him. And neither side cares about the other. This is why he’s the perfect Danny Ocean, regardless of the fact it was Sinatra who played him in the original. See, the thing is, Sinatra is beyond cool. He is legend. He is icon. Martin, though, he’s a real flesh and blood man. He’s human, with flaws and foibles. And Clooney is his heir apparent. Continue reading
Seriously? This is the latest entry in the film catalog of the man who directed L.A. Confidential, The Hand That Rocks The Cradle, and The River Wild? Curtis Hanson should know better. In his hands, Lucky You should have been a tension-filled, taught 98 minutes about love, life and how everything hinges on the turn of a card. Instead, it’s a lazy 124 minutes with very few surprises and a card game that goes on forever. In other words, a perfect date film. Continue reading