North Dakota Tundra

A while back I took a road trip across the snowy tundra of North Dakota. Filled with remnants of the cold war, frozen plains, the badlands, and hilarious bar names it’s a unique locale I harken back to often.                          

Through my Daughter’s Eyes

I’m a white guy. And my daughter thinks I’m black. I’m totally serious. I’m a little tan, but definitely not black. I’m going to dispel any initial conclusions that might be thought up. We live in a very diverse, multi-racial area – definitely not the Midwestern Suburbs. We’re not in a white land where being a little tan is interpreted by innocent eyes as black. Nope, it’s not that. I do have a deep voice and somewhat curly hair, but it’s still white guy hair. This started from the moment... Read The Rest →

Hollywood Phone Book

A few years ago some friends of mine in production were working on a studio lot that’ll go unnamed. Why? Well, while they were working away one of them noticed an old address book in the trash. Being fans of vintage whatever they pulled it out and started paging through it… Turns out the address book belonged to famed Hollywood director William Wyler. If you don’t know him, you know his films: Ben-Hur, The Best Years of Our Lives, Roman Holiday to name a few. Oh, and he won three Oscars... Read The Rest →

Mountain Bike Encounters

Part of what I love about being a director is the random breaks I’ll have in my schedule. Really, I could be working all the time and still not be able to get everything accomplished that I want / need to, but I learned a long time ago that if I can get in a ride or a run, I’ll be ten times more productive afterwards. So I’ll leave my studio in the middle of a weekday and hit the mountains – on the weekends they get a little dense... Read The Rest →

17 Years Later… Just another suicide?

Listening to people describe Robin Williams the past week I would’ve thought they were talking about my dear friend, Sean.  Like Robin Williams, he was the kind of guy who could walk into any room and change the energy in a powerful way – there was something special about Sean.  He made everyone feel good about life.  And he made you laugh. Magic, juggling, music, filmmaking, and stand-up – what astounds me is he mastered every one of them.  Sean wasn’t a jack-of-all-trades master of none – he obsessed until his... Read The Rest →

My New Film – Sweet Corn

This is taken from the website for my new film, COUNTY STATE USA: SWEET CORN The story of how Sweet Corn came into existence starts in Hawaii.  Actually, it really starts about 12 years earlier, but we’ll get to that momentarily… Cliff Diving in Hawaii  In early 2013 my family went to Oahu along with another family.   On day two we made the trek to the North Shore. Upon arrival, Russ – the other dad – and I went for a hike and saw a huge rock just off the shore – it must’ve... Read The Rest →

Dana the Desert Dweller

We were shooting a music video down in Palm Desert a few weeks back when we had our encounter with Dana.  I think that was his name – that’s what one of the crew told me. I’m getting a little ahead of myself.  So we arrive late in the day on this abandoned air stip.  It’s July in Palm Desert – in the middle of the actual desert – so it’s hot (like melting gear hot).  Before getting out of the car the temperature gauge read 109 degrees.  It could’ve... Read The Rest →

A War, a Bike, and a Former Minnesotan

Why is Biking War? Biking year-round in Minnesota is a war against the elements.   Blizzards, icy roads, rain, sweltering heat… It’s never-ending. Goggles, a facemask, layers, boots – all key pieces for battling roads in negative ten degrees with white out conditions.  Ice, chunks of snow, plows, narrow roads, sloppy drivers, and short days – all these things conspire against riders. In the springtime it’s the rain – constant rain.  And in the summer it’s hot as hell and humid all the time – so after even a ten-minute ride sweat pours... Read The Rest →

The Mafioso and the Cycle and other Biking Tales

I once met a Mafioso at the Farmers Market in West Hollywood.  Yeah, not exactly where I would’ve pictured an old school Godfather type – hanging out near such a touristy spot – but there he was: big white collared shirt, opened so I could see his big gold chain, sport coat, slacks, and a cigarette in a little golden holder. Why’d I assume he was a Gangster?  Guess it was the same way you know a tanned twenty-something sporting Bermuda shorts, asking for Sex Wax is a surfer.  Admittedly,... Read The Rest →

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