had a dream last night where i adopted Bea, one of the orphans i met in Chiang Mai this summer. she didn't like living in NY at first so i rented a motorcycle and took her out into the country side. we parked our bike on a dirt road and i carried her down a hill all the way to the ocean. it was the first time she's ever seen the Atlantic.

i woke up feeling sad that she wasn't there. i don't think i'll ever forget her.

today, drifting from spike's office of tisch, to a surprise chris rock lecture in 1027, meeting up with hye mee to talk about our agnes b commercial edit, rushing to bill reilly's memorial (heartbreaking and inspiring), walking in the rain under umbrellas to a beer and burger spot with film friends, to riding the A train to james' book release party in chinatown, to a subway car ride home to wish jean good night

an epic day, i think, i couldn't believe it.

dark, unsettling, beautiful story of revenge and redemption. gorgeous movie ... it left me at a loss, feeling somehow both at peace and haunted at the same time.

j and i watched this film tonight on netflix streaming while eating grimaldi's pizza.

geoff mcfetridge's "does"

i love his work - it reminds me of my youth...

"What we think or what we believe is,

in the end of little consequence.

The only thing of consequence

is what we do"

John Ruskin