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check 'er out.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Are You Financially Ready to Leave the Military?
hey, here's another one i wrote for Military Banking Rates!
take a look, especially if you're about to drop your pack and hump it in the civilian sector.
smooth is fast. fast is smooth.
that's a fact.
so do it right -- don't be the guy on the off-ramp.
Red Carpet and Screening -- Awareness Film Festival 2012
pretty nice time @ the 3rd annual Awareness Film Festival yesterday.
gorgeous woman by my side -- Annika (stand-by for more pix).
my documentary "The Academic Front," screened.
met some interesting folks.
interesting films.
free booze.
free oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies.
and did i mention the free booze?
gorgeous woman by my side -- Annika (stand-by for more pix).
my documentary "The Academic Front," screened.
met some interesting folks.
interesting films.
free booze.
free oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies.
and did i mention the free booze?
the red carpet; 3rd Annual Awareness Festival 2012
reppin' Operation in Their Boots on the red carpet
@ the Regent Showcase Theater in West Hollywood
'twas a mad house I tells ya...
some of the features
and my good buddy, former Devil Dog, Aaron Huffman on the big screen
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
3rd Annual Awareness Film Festival
some free time this THURS/FRI?
swing up to the Awareness Film Festival and a screening of my documentary "The Academic Front," part of Operation in Their Boots and Brave New Films/Foundation on Friday, May 4 @ 1pm.
should be a smashing good time!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Writers Guild of America
just a quick comment on the superb event thrown by the WGA -- the Veterans Writing Workshop.
met a ton of amazing professional writers -- and a ton of aspiring writers/Veterans.
wish all of them luck.
even heard a few truly heart-wrenching tales from fellow Vets.
one of which -- to my ire, i forgot to get his name/contact info.
former Devil Dog.
well maybe he reads this, and if he does, gimme a jingle.
anywho, a few pics to whet your whistle.
met a ton of amazing professional writers -- and a ton of aspiring writers/Veterans.
wish all of them luck.
even heard a few truly heart-wrenching tales from fellow Vets.
one of which -- to my ire, i forgot to get his name/contact info.
former Devil Dog.
well maybe he reads this, and if he does, gimme a jingle.
anywho, a few pics to whet your whistle.
the guild
andy labrune, fellow vet & writer
a sign
my group worked out the library...
and the best of the best
L.A. Riots
reflecting on the 20th anniversary of the l.a. riots.
i'll share a story.
we were robbed. up in san pedro/palos verdes.
few days post florence and normandy.
nevertheless,
doors were smashed in.
strawberries half-eaten, strewn carelessly about.
a big turd in the toilet.
and several discarded latex gloves.
some pretty brazen bastards, i remember thinking.
hate.
first time, tangible hate.
-- it was then.
even my wallet, velcro. library card and 20 big ones.
gone.
just like that.
but what really got me -- what really got the blood surging, lie downstairs.
that's where i kept the chicks.
-- no, not the human kind -- those would come later -- much later.
but alas, my chicks, my baby chickens had been kept warm in a cardboard box in a spare bathroom.
rushed downstairs.
nearly tumbling, landing on my knees.
skidded across the hall -- into the bedroom -- round the enterance -- flew into the bathroom.
searching furiously, stricken momemtarily -- the cardboard box was gone.
and then...i looked down.
the chicks,
the little fuzzballs...
we're
alive.
my old man loaded up his old Winchester Model 1894 with slugs and stayed behind.
my mother, sister and i abscounded to safer grounds.
my house robbed;
my wallet stolen;
my chickens alive;
and my old man with his old lever-action cowboy gun.
and that's how i remember the l.a. riots.
i'll share a story.
we were robbed. up in san pedro/palos verdes.
few days post florence and normandy.
nevertheless,
doors were smashed in.
strawberries half-eaten, strewn carelessly about.
a big turd in the toilet.
and several discarded latex gloves.
some pretty brazen bastards, i remember thinking.
hate.
first time, tangible hate.
-- it was then.
even my wallet, velcro. library card and 20 big ones.
gone.
just like that.
but what really got me -- what really got the blood surging, lie downstairs.
that's where i kept the chicks.
-- no, not the human kind -- those would come later -- much later.
but alas, my chicks, my baby chickens had been kept warm in a cardboard box in a spare bathroom.
rushed downstairs.
nearly tumbling, landing on my knees.
skidded across the hall -- into the bedroom -- round the enterance -- flew into the bathroom.
searching furiously, stricken momemtarily -- the cardboard box was gone.
and then...i looked down.
the chicks,
the little fuzzballs...
we're
alive.
my old man loaded up his old Winchester Model 1894 with slugs and stayed behind.
my mother, sister and i abscounded to safer grounds.
my house robbed;
my wallet stolen;
my chickens alive;
and my old man with his old lever-action cowboy gun.
and that's how i remember the l.a. riots.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
great news: AWARENESS FILM FESTIVAL red carpet treatment and screening !!!
some great news:
my documentary, "The Academic Front," along with ALL our films produced by Brave New Foundation, will be given the red carpet treatment and screened @ the Awareness Festival in Los Angeles, CA.
thinking it'll go down May...ish.
anywho, they've asked us to man a panel and take questions from the audience regarding filmmaking and the Veteran thing.
you know i'll be there -- so should you!
good to be in the mix again...
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