Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

August 16th, 2010

It’s 3AM and these life experiences are trying to get my attention again. Lately, my mind has this sneaky way of attacking me in the middle of the night while I am sound asleep. It attacks me by waking me up and sticking a thought in there for me to chew on. It’s never a deep thought, just a simple one that my ego can grab hold of like, “Why did she have to post that picture on Facebook?” You know, important stuff like that.

The problem is, a thought like that attaches to deep-seeded issues centered around trust. These issues are hard-wired in my brain from the past and once the thought starts down that pathway, all the emotional pain from those old experiences comes rushing up to the surface.

It’s like I’m back in high school. I’m seventeen and I go away to Mammoth Mountain on a ski trip with my family over Christmas break and when I come back, my new girlfriend, Pam, has a new boyfriend and not only that, everyone knows about it before I do. Or even junior high. My eighth grade girlfriend, Chrissie, shows up the first day of high school holding hands with a tenth grader she met on one of those student trips to Europe, only she neglected to tell me and of course, again, everyone else knows.

We all have this stuff. It’s part of growing up, of experiencing relationships and life. I get to see where I made old agreements not to trust and ultimately how I became untrustworthy myself. It hurts to look inside and discover these truths and also to face the pain that comes when my mind connects new experiences with old ones. Sometimes I’d like to do what Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet did in “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. I’d like to just erase it all. Erase those old experiences, erase the new ones which are triggering the same emotions. Start fresh with a spotless mind.

But the reality is, I’m in this life to grow and I know through my experience that when I feel pain, it means I’m growing. I have a choice in these moments to run away from the pain or to walk through it. I’ve done a lot of running in the past. There are so many things to cover it up: alcohol, drugs, work, sex, food, shopping. The problem is, when I run, the pain just gets covered up and pushed down inside, only to come out again with more intensity later on or perhaps create illness and disease.

So instead of running, I do my best today to face pain by dealing with it in the moment. In times like this when it strikes in the middle of the night, I write, get it out of my head and onto paper. Lately, there have been pages and pages of stuff and I’m carrying my journal with me everywhere. At other times, I call friends and talk it out. I have a therapist. I have a spiritual advisor. I have learned that I can’t do this by myself and as hard as it is to ask for help sometimes, I feel a great sense of relief every time I do.

I guess this path I’m on is my own version of “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. This is what it means to be a 21st Century Man. By facing my issues head on, I am attempting to re-wire those old pathways in my brain with new thoughts and beliefs. In doing so, the old thoughts like, “women can’t be trusted” are slowly fading away each time I recognize them. My new experiences can be just that, new. They don’t have to be connected to the painful ones from the past. The pain suddenly becomes the admission price to a new life.

Kid Quotes: Pure Shakespeare

July 14th, 2010

And now for something completely different:

Last night my 13 year old daughter Maisy called me up and told me she learned about Shakespeare at the musical theater camp she’s attending.

“Did you know he actually invented 3000 words, Dad” she said, excitedly.

“I bet he did. He was an amazing writer” I said.

She responded, “Yeah, he invented the word puke!”

Puke. Pure Shakespeare.

What Am I Not Feeling?

July 13th, 2010

Bringing light to the darkness

I’m not sure where this is going to go. Perhaps I am too close to my situation to really write about it yet. My writing teacher always says that when you’re going through a difficult time and you can’t write, take notes. Well, these are my notes.

Blogging about my life means my life has to be an open book. The act of writing about my thoughts and experiences is helping me to see myself and to try to become the man I truly want to be, a 21st Century Man. It means not being afraid to admit my mistakes, to share them openly with anyone who cares to read them. I am a truth seeker. I desire to find out the truth, not so that I can tell you what the truth is, but so that I can discover what the truth is in me.

I am far from perfect. In fact, I am flawed. Sometimes I make decisions that hurt other people. The choice I have right now, however, is how I deal with those perceived mistakes. Do I shove them under the rug as I have done many times in the past only to watch them reoccur again and again? Or do I try to evolve by taking a look at my behavior and taking the necessary steps to bring about a change of character.

Only recently, I went through a difficult breakup spurred on by a betrayal on my part. It is hard to admit that about myself, yet at the same time I have to admit it because my life is an open book and I don’t want to pretend to be someone I am not.

A close friend and advisor posed an interesting idea to me around this whole situation: I was willing to go through the pain and drama of ending a relationship this way because I was avoiding feeling something much deeper below that. He used smoking as an example to illustrate this idea. If I were to have some feelings and then pick up a cigarette and start smoking, what am I masking with that cigarette? I would rather take the risk of destroying my health and perhaps dying instead of taking a look at some deeper issues underneath the feelings I am covering up. The question becomes, “What am I not feeling by taking this action?”

I don’t know the answer to that question yet, but the important thing is that I have asked myself the question. In my pursuit of the truth about who I am, I must keep digging until I find the answer.

Snapshot Saturday: Life in the Fast Lane

July 10th, 2010

Back to Blogging

July 9th, 2010

Hello my friends, I’m back!!! I just wrapped the movie I was working on the last 4 months, a romantic comedy for Paramount Pictures starring Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher. At the moment, the film is without a title. It was called “Friends with Benefits”, but apparently Screen Gems owns that title for a film that hasn’t even started shooting yet. So we went through production with the exciting title “Untitled Ivan Reitman Project”, Ivan Reitman being the director (you know, “Stripes”, “Ghostbusters” and dozens of others). Our location signs read “UIRP” so I liked to refer to the movie as “Yurp!” but I think whatever they decide to call it, it will always be affectionately known as “F*#k Buddies”. Ashton even gave us all bathrobes with that title embroidered on them. Well, without the * and the #. Guess I won’t be wearing that gift when the kids are around…
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R.I.P. Dennis Hopper

June 2nd, 2010

This shot was taken on location in Wilmington, NC during the filming of “Blue Velvet”, my second movie as a set production assistant. Hard to believe that will be 25 years ago this summer! For those who know the movie (who doesn’t!), you can see that Dennis as Frank Booth is in the “Well-Dressed Man” disguise as Jeffrey Beaumont (Kyle Mclaughlin) called it. You will also notice that I am in my “Mid-80′s” disguise complete with bushy mustache and white Reeboks.

Part of my job on the film was to wrangle the cast through Hair/Makeup/Wardrobe and then bring them to the set where I helped the assistant directors with whatever scene we were shooting. In this case, we were walking toward an alley where Jeffrey Beaumont has followed Frank as he looks on from a fire escape at a scene where a drug dealer has been killed and a prostitute’s leg broken. We shot the whole movie in Wilmington, around the city and on sound stages at the studio there. If you watch closely at the end of the movie, I walk past Kyle and Laura Dern dressed in a police uniform in the hallway outside Dorothy Valen’s apartment. You must have the wide screen dvd and look on the right side of the frame. You’ll know me by the mustache. Don’t blink!

“Blue Velvet” was an amazing experience. We were all so young, perhaps the youngest crew I have ever worked with. We also thought we were making such a weird movie that nobody would see it unless it was on the midnight movie circuit. How wrong we were. It is now an 80′s classic and arguably one of the best performances of Dennis Hopper’s career. I was lucky enough to work with Dennis two more times over the years, once on Sean Penn’s directorial debut “The Indian Runner” and again on a small independent film called “Carried Away”. He was a fascinating and unusual man, to say the least, and always a professional.

Frank: “What kind of beer do you like?”

Jeffrey: “Heineken.”

Frank: “Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!”

Thank you Dennis for always making it interesting and unusual. R.I.P.

Photo of the Week – I love L.A.!

April 12th, 2010

I don’t have a lot of time for writing these days as I am working on a film project for Paramount Pictures, but the creative juices are still flowing and that’s why I carry my little Cannon Powershot with me most places I go. This shot of downtown L.A. was taken from one of the Paramount parking garages last week. I arrived at my car just as the sun set in the West behind me, it’s golden California rays blasting into the downtown buildings. I love L.A.!

Photo of the Week: Ventura Highway in the Sunshine…

March 21st, 2010

Kid Quotes: Volume 1

February 23rd, 2010

As the blogging father of two tween girls, I’m finally coming to the realization that my kids have some of the best material and perhaps I should start paying closer attention to their dialogue. They say quotable stuff constantly, but if I don’t write it down, it’s gone in an instant. Such was the case with something my 10 year old, Hanna, said the other night. We were laughing hysterically while riding in the car, but for the life of me I can’t recall now what it was about. Luckily, I had a pen on me earlier that day when I witnessed this gem:

Maisy (13): “Hanna, you’re such a poop!”

Hanna (10): “You’re a poop on top of a poop!”

And so, a 21st Century Man series is born….

Nintendo or Crack-tendo?

January 22nd, 2010

Hanna and her friend Ruby have a 21st Century conversation

As the father of two girls (10 and 13), I have somehow managed to avoid the whole video game craze – until now. That’s right, my 10-year old, Hanna, has made the leap into the madness with a Nintendo DSi. I’m gonna ring Santa’s neck!

Sure, over the years they both have played video games at friend’s houses. XBox, PlayStation, “Dad, Amanda has Wii!” Uh huh. That’s nice for her. “It’s good exercise!” Really, go play outside!

When I was in junior high, my friend Dean had the original video game, Atari’s Pong. I played it with him once for about ten minutes and then asked him if he wanted to go outside and ride skateboards. Over the following years, I stood disinterested on the sidelines as friends played Space Invaders and Pac Man. My only momentary lapse was a pinball game at Tilt in the Oaks Mall with Elton John’s image on it called Captain Fantastic. The reality was, Tilt was a social hangout for teenagers and there were girls there. I could have cared less about the video and pinball games.

So, now I’m a father and my daughter has this handheld device with games like Tinkerbell, Littlest Pet Shop and Fashion Show. She can link up with a friend and they can have a conversation without actually speaking to each other even though they are in the same room.

The day after Christmas, we went out shopping and I let Hanna take the Nintendo along. She played in the car, walking through the parking lot and all around the mall. When we arrived back home, she was pale and sweaty. She looked like a 10-year old crack addict. She went into her room and fell asleep for an hour.  Hanna hasn’t had a nap since she was 2. I woke her up for dinner and we talked about regulating her time on the game. She agreed without a fight.

I have great kids with a surprising amount of self-discipline. This past weekend, Hanna had the Ninteno with her. Over the 48 hours we were together, she maybe spent 2 hours at the most playing the games. So what was occupying most of her time? Her and her sister Maisy spent hours and hours playing with good old-fashioned paper dolls. I wonder if Nintendo has a game for that?

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