From 5.25.07
Here's the set-up: I get my hair cut at Hawleywood's Barber Shop & Shaving Parlor on 4th St. in Long Beach. 4th Street has a nice row of vintage clothing and furniture shops, and Hawleywood's fits right in there. Like all good barbershops, they've got five chairs and only use three of them at any one time. The first time I went in there was in their first week of opening; I got a great cut(and a shave) and have gone back every time.
The first time I went in, I was a walk-in appointment and a real slick, cool dude named Caesar cut my hair. Yesterday I made an appointment for 11 AM with Caesar, looking forward to the experience as always. It's nice to be able to look forward to a haircut, right? I think so.
Sooooo…today at quarter til 11, I walk down the street to Hawleywood's, round the corner into the shop and see that it's dark and closed. I could have sworn they open at 9 AM on weekdays. The shop faces a vintage clothing store and I see one of the barbers in there fucking around with the cute owner girl, and I notice there are a few other dudes just hanging out on the sidewalk.
"Are you guys open?" I ask.
"Yeah we're open! We just need the keys to get in!" Omar turns to another greaser that works there, "Man, when Caesar gets here I'm going to knock his teeth out."
"Who's going to cut my hair then?"
"Are you his 9 AM appointment?"
"No, I'm 11."
Another guy from the sidewalk pipes up, "I'm his nine o'clock."
Omar points to the biker that just pulled up, "Are you here for Caesar?"
"Naw, I'm here for you."
"Motherfucker. I could've cut all of your hair by now!"
After another ten minutes mostly fucking with the girl in the vintage shop and her husband(?) who is unloading his van, one of the other tattooed barbers shows up with his boxer puppy and the keys to the shop. Let's get this cut-show on the barber-road!
The tattooed puppy guy, who introduces himself as Justin, is nice enough to stay and cut my hair, while Omar takes care of Caesar's 9 AM appointment. I'm happy because I'm getting a nice haircut, and while I like Caesar, reliability is nice in a barber too.
While Justin was cutting my hair, Omar was railing on their intern(yes, they have an intern) to keep calling Caesar and find out where he is so they can knock his teeth out, all the while figuring out diabolical pranks to play on him like leaving all his barber equipment out on the sidewalk or "putting powder in his blow dryer."
"Wait a second," I said. "Isn't THAT punishing the customer?"
"Yeah, but then the customer will get up and knock Caesar's teeth out!"
Everyone laughs….and so do I.
I got a great haircut from Justin, who also gave me a comb and a sticker(SWAG!). Sure, my ex-regular barber didn't show up and they locked themselves out of the barbershop for two hours, but I'm still going back, if only to see the blood and teeth sprayed across the sidewalk out front.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Down in History
My girlfriend is a legend.
She has joined the ranks of a few that will affect millions and millions of people for years to come. These people all live in southern California so if you don't understand what is going on- that's why.
On Monday, my girlfriend got to say the words that have rung in the ears of everyone living in southern California-
"Adee do!"
That's right, the words that you'll hear during commercial breaks from The Price is Right when you're home sick from school watching daytime television.
In Los Angeles area regional commercials there are only a few celebrities and Adee Do is one of them. My girlfriend could only be more famous if she was saying, "Larry Parker got me 2.1 million." Or if she changed her name to DeVry.
But there's more- apparently one of the producers of the commercial was none other than Jack Fucking Stephan. Not Jack Stephanovich, not Jack Stephanino, not Jack Stephonsky- Stephan, Jack Stephan.
She's going down in a very noble history that many have not forgotten to this day. We all remember the jingles and taglines to the regional commercials in our area (I believe that TAP plastics is a big one in northern California), so you can imagine my jaw hitting the floor when she told me that she was doing an Adee Do commercial.
My girlfriend is now a legend.
She has joined the ranks of a few that will affect millions and millions of people for years to come. These people all live in southern California so if you don't understand what is going on- that's why.
On Monday, my girlfriend got to say the words that have rung in the ears of everyone living in southern California-
"Adee do!"
That's right, the words that you'll hear during commercial breaks from The Price is Right when you're home sick from school watching daytime television.
In Los Angeles area regional commercials there are only a few celebrities and Adee Do is one of them. My girlfriend could only be more famous if she was saying, "Larry Parker got me 2.1 million." Or if she changed her name to DeVry.
But there's more- apparently one of the producers of the commercial was none other than Jack Fucking Stephan. Not Jack Stephanovich, not Jack Stephanino, not Jack Stephonsky- Stephan, Jack Stephan.
She's going down in a very noble history that many have not forgotten to this day. We all remember the jingles and taglines to the regional commercials in our area (I believe that TAP plastics is a big one in northern California), so you can imagine my jaw hitting the floor when she told me that she was doing an Adee Do commercial.
My girlfriend is now a legend.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Can't concentrate
I haven't been able to concentrate or focus for the last two days. I mean, I've been getting a ton of stuff done, but every time I sit down in front of my computer, to write or blog, or just do something, I can't...do anything. It's starting to get furstrating.
I've been sitting in Portfolio's for an hour now just not getting anything done. I've tried to start a blog four times and each time it gets bogged down in stupid philosophy and ego-driven self-aggrandizement.
My girlfriend and I went to a special screening of Repo Man at UCLA last night. Really really really really still as unbelievable as the first time you see it. That movie fucking rules. And it's intimidating as all get-out that it was writer/director Alex Cox's first feature.
I know I have a bunch of unfinished blogs to...well...finish and post, but I can't get to it. I think I need to leave the coffee shop and go get some shit done and that should motivate me to buckle down and move on a bunch of other "action items!"
I think I'm really due for a vacation. And going to the PVP ComedySportz alumni match tonight DOES NOT count. I've been thinking/hearing about Portland. If anyone has any good stories or reccs about Portland in the summer, by all means, drop me a message.
Alright, I'm getting the fuck out of here.
"The lights are going dim, Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am. "
"That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me."
I've been sitting in Portfolio's for an hour now just not getting anything done. I've tried to start a blog four times and each time it gets bogged down in stupid philosophy and ego-driven self-aggrandizement.
My girlfriend and I went to a special screening of Repo Man at UCLA last night. Really really really really still as unbelievable as the first time you see it. That movie fucking rules. And it's intimidating as all get-out that it was writer/director Alex Cox's first feature.
I know I have a bunch of unfinished blogs to...well...finish and post, but I can't get to it. I think I need to leave the coffee shop and go get some shit done and that should motivate me to buckle down and move on a bunch of other "action items!"
I think I'm really due for a vacation. And going to the PVP ComedySportz alumni match tonight DOES NOT count. I've been thinking/hearing about Portland. If anyone has any good stories or reccs about Portland in the summer, by all means, drop me a message.
Alright, I'm getting the fuck out of here.
"The lights are going dim, Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am. "
"That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me."
Monday, May 7, 2007
Week 2
Production is finis on BOHICA. The second week wasn't the smooth, downhill ride we all wanted, but it didn't get really hard until the last three days, which were nights, sunset to sunrise. The last day being an epic thirty hour day from when I woke up, went to Ryan "Dean's Award" Meyer's LMU graduation, then worked straight through the night until 11 AM yesterday.
The entire shoot went well and it has been pretty rewarding working with the cast and crew. I'm excited to follow it through post and see how it all turns out. I learned a lot on this show as well as made a lot of mistakes, but that's part of the job.
Some highlights of the week are included in the pictures below, taken by myself and Hanawalt. (There are a lot of pictures of me, so I'm apologize for my vanity, but this is my blog. ) I'll probably file a proper production journal later this week.
Enjoy!
Art Department
My forehead and a dead soldier.
Megan "Medic" Kellie
Another pic of our highly skilled redheaded set medic
Clearly I'm giving a shit about something here…
Cast photo. From left, standing: Adam Rodriguez, Kevin Weisman, Josh or Taylor, Nick Gonzalez, Matthew Del Negro, Jaime McAdams, Megan Kellie, Tom Wright, Taylor or Josh, The Set Detective Dave Greenfield; kneeling: Director DJ Paul, Brenden Sexton III
A beautiful shot of basecamp(foreground) and set(background) at dusk. Photo by Hanawalt.
A reversal- from set looking West at sundown.
Wardrobe shenanigans around the bonfire.
If our 20-year old Props Assistant doesn't glue the undermounted M203 grenade launcher to our weapons, who will?
Wherever there is a fire, Fireman Crocker will be there to put that shit out!
Matching make-up from scene to scene.
At some point I had to transcribe handwritten notes for "mortars" and "flares."
The view from Video Village.
Hunter and I were enlisted as honorary grips during the windstorm(oh, I'm sorry, wind ADVISORY) that almost shut us down for three hours.
"Remember that time we took made a movie during a windstorm?" "…sigh…"
"Are those two a-holes still out in the wind?" "Maybe someone should tell them it's really warm in the make-up trailer."
Speaking of make-up, on our last night, I had Rebecca give me a black eye and Nick, one of the actors, and I made up a story about him socking me…
…the funniest part was, not too many people fell for it, but DJ, the director, saw it and when I told him the story, was about to kick the shit out of Nick!
Anyhow, there you go. If I find or get any more pictures I'll post them up. Thanks for taking the time to look at this and if you still haven't subscribed to my blog- you should get on that shit!
The entire shoot went well and it has been pretty rewarding working with the cast and crew. I'm excited to follow it through post and see how it all turns out. I learned a lot on this show as well as made a lot of mistakes, but that's part of the job.
Some highlights of the week are included in the pictures below, taken by myself and Hanawalt. (There are a lot of pictures of me, so I'm apologize for my vanity, but this is my blog. ) I'll probably file a proper production journal later this week.
Enjoy!
Art Department
My forehead and a dead soldier.
Megan "Medic" Kellie
Another pic of our highly skilled redheaded set medic
Clearly I'm giving a shit about something here…
Cast photo. From left, standing: Adam Rodriguez, Kevin Weisman, Josh or Taylor, Nick Gonzalez, Matthew Del Negro, Jaime McAdams, Megan Kellie, Tom Wright, Taylor or Josh, The Set Detective Dave Greenfield; kneeling: Director DJ Paul, Brenden Sexton III
A beautiful shot of basecamp(foreground) and set(background) at dusk. Photo by Hanawalt.
A reversal- from set looking West at sundown.
Wardrobe shenanigans around the bonfire.
If our 20-year old Props Assistant doesn't glue the undermounted M203 grenade launcher to our weapons, who will?
Wherever there is a fire, Fireman Crocker will be there to put that shit out!
Matching make-up from scene to scene.
At some point I had to transcribe handwritten notes for "mortars" and "flares."
The view from Video Village.
Hunter and I were enlisted as honorary grips during the windstorm(oh, I'm sorry, wind ADVISORY) that almost shut us down for three hours.
"Remember that time we took made a movie during a windstorm?" "…sigh…"
"Are those two a-holes still out in the wind?" "Maybe someone should tell them it's really warm in the make-up trailer."
Speaking of make-up, on our last night, I had Rebecca give me a black eye and Nick, one of the actors, and I made up a story about him socking me…
…the funniest part was, not too many people fell for it, but DJ, the director, saw it and when I told him the story, was about to kick the shit out of Nick!
Anyhow, there you go. If I find or get any more pictures I'll post them up. Thanks for taking the time to look at this and if you still haven't subscribed to my blog- you should get on that shit!
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