I saw a documentary when I was a kid in which a scientist being interviewed broke this down and it blew my mind. I have been looking for that clip ever since, but this is almost as good. He put the history of the universe in terms of the 7 days of creation. It was just what a 10 year-old, Catholic school kid needed to hear: “1/400th of a second before midnight on the seventh day, Man created God.” Love it.

It’s dark times when you are working so late that it’s past bedtime for the Hollywood crazies.

Sometimes I had company, though.

I had two choices when I came down with a terrible fever on Friday, right before a planned trip to Palm Springs: stay at home in bed and miss all the fun; or go and merely observe the fun as I heal myself poolside.

I chose the latter. Obviously the better choice.

All I want to be doing is playing on the internet and posting bullshit on Smoke and a Coke, but I’m too busy making Final Cut sequences so disorganized and so complicated that no one but me could make sense of them.

That’s called Job Security.

I’m doing things all wrong.

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1980 Bruce Weber photo for Vogue from the January 2012 issue of British Vogue. (via)

I saw no reason to assume Ronald Reagan was NOT an old Flamenco dancer in Seville, Spain.

I DID also see the reverse photo of me taking a photo of my friends taking a photo of me taking a photo in Barcelona.

I DID see a photo of my two friends taking a photo of me taking a photo in Barcelona.

I saw no reason to not love that my temporary landlord has parental controls set for Facebook, but has no issue decorating her walls with some old fashioned Muff-Diving.

I DID see a Kiehl’s in Montmartre, which makes me feel a little better about how much they charge me to not look like the 15 year-old, prepubescent, 29 year-old I am.

I saw no Amelie running up stairs to cutely woo me.