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Sunlight Serenity

The six inch waves crash mildly onto the muddied shore. The sun is beating down, but solemn enough as to not sear the flesh. A boat revs its motor in the distance, ready to launch it's maiden voyage of the season. The sky is blue; dotted with picturesque clouds. The clouds are the ones that you only dream about or see in movies or art. With only a slight breeze blowing at your back, these are the days you want to hold onto. No worries in the world. Only you, your thoughts, and a fishing pole.

The makeshift barricade that you made from rocks, logs, and sticks are holding the pole in place. On a day when the fish aren't jumping, you have very little fear of the pole abandoning the beach and floating away.

The city is only minutes away, but it seems like an eternity. If only this moment could be taken with you forever. The calmness of the birds singing, the sound of crashing water, and the swimmers doing the crawl stroke in the lake. Okay, not the last part, but every…

The NBA Conspiracy

The bat phone. If any of you are fans, or have even seen, the original Batman series from the 60's starring Adam West, you will most certainly remember the Bat Phone. It was a red colored phone that, I believe, was not only at the bat cave, but one also sat in Commissioner Gordon's office. Commissioner Gordon would use this phone to contact Batman when the city of Gotham was in trouble. Or vice versa if Batman had happened to solve the puzzle and want to warn Gordon ahead of time.
What does all of this have to do with the NBA and conspiracies? I'm glad you asked and the answer is simple: Commissioner David Stern of the NBA has his very own Bat Phone that he uses to help control outcomes of games.
The theory all started about twelve years ago. And it's roots are traced back to the L.A. Lakers. The Lakers had some classic battles with the Sacramento Kings, yet the Kings were never quite able to get out of the Conference Finals. This was a good Kings team. They …

The Beginning of the End...

The quarterback steps to the line. He checks over the linebackers and the safeties, judging their positions and stances. He looks for any sign that will tip off the defensive play selection. After carefully going through the routes in his head, the quarterback stays with the play called. He looks to his four receivers and smiles. The ball is hiked and the quarterback takes a five step drop. He knows full well there will be no rush for a count of "Five Mississippi". He smiles, knowing once again that the day will be his...

If you think this harkens back to the days of school ground football, you are correct. Those were the true days of heaving up the ball and hoping for the best. Well, those days might not be far off again. With much of the focus of today's NFL on safety, it's hard not to imagine that the quarterbacks will be fitted with permanent red jerseys and will not allowed to be hit for a count of five seconds. With that much time, a professional qu…

The next few minutes...

I have a little writer's block. I sit down and have ideas. I look to continue editing and re-writing, but I stumble. I've started a ten minute play that has one half of a page finished. That's right, one half of a page. I have a screenplay whose cursor has not moved in months. What do I do? I perform the classic, "write what's on your mind" page of nonsense to help get the juices flowing. And today, for one time only, I will do that exercise here. (I think it's the only time. Let's hope I didn't do the same thing years ago on this very blog. Then you can call me a liar.) Here we go...

There isn't good rock and roll music anymore. I mean, I enjoy the alt/indie rock that's out today, but it's not rock and roll. At least not in my eyes. Maybe there is a band out there ready to erupt. And that band is my band. Myself and Danny Cerullo formed the band BLACK SKABATTH a few years back and we haven't practiced since. I al…

Fifteen Minutes are Over...

In my never ending quest to reach the end of the internet, I stumbled upon an article about the Kim Kardashian "flour bombing" incident. Now, this article can be found on tvguide.com or just go to yahoo. Kim Kardashian is number one on trending and for some odd reason, I think she is on the list every week. Whether it's due to a premiere of a new show, 2 am pictures in bed (in full hair and make up) or her "marriage' to Kris Humphries (still don't know how he's the most hated player in the NBA), she will always be there. It probably doesn't help that she is mentioned by everyone from lowly bloggers (that's me) to notable stars (I'm looking at you, Jon Hamm), but she and the rest of her clan will not go away. I mean, even Lamar Odom is part of it all now. How come he's not one of the most hated players in the NBA?

Anyway, from my original point of the tvguide.com article, I found three phrases particularly interesting. Here they are…

Why I write...

It is Monday and I am back in the blogging world. I am going to start out with a quote this week, to mix things up. It was posted by my good friend Evan Sesek on FACEBOOK a few days back. It was originated by Gary Garrison. "Okay. You've identified why you can get anywhere in your writing or won't even go near your computer or typewriter. Now wad this up and go flush it in the toilet. These are weak excuses that keep you from doing what you're meant to do. Writing's hard. Re-writing's harder. Submitting your plays out into the universe is a nightmare. But you're a playwright, damn it. It's what you have to do to be heard by as many people as possible. Stop with the excuses. Now, go to work."

This got me to thinking, "why do I write?" The answer that came to me was plain and simple: It's what I love to do. I believe I have had the obsession with writing since I was very young. I remember being in the second grade and …

A President's Day Update.

I am watching Band of Brothers for what's probably the tenth time. It was probably a marathon that I could have been watching all day if I'd known it was on. Instead, I was watching the Jersey Shore marathon all day. Those group have kids have really matured over the years. No more silly fights or drunken nights. Oh, wait, just kidding. It's the same drivel now as it was back in Miami. My mistake.

No, I did not really watch Jersey Shore. All day, that is. I gave myself my usual 2 minutes a week and promptly changed the channel. I like to kill my brain cells slowly, over a period of time.

Okay, so now that I have taken care of that little bit of business, let's get on with the show. I am here today to hand out a little update and that is all. I will take time on another day to bring more interesting news of the world, so take solace in that.

I finished the first draft of my new full length play Poison and even had a first reading of it amongst friends abou…

Keep it Anonymous

Hello. My name is Jason and I have a problem. Today, 2 days before Valentine's Day, I watched The Notebook. I did not do this with a women or as a favor to a girlfriend. I watched it myself, in the afternoon, and without an alcoholic beverage in hand. I have a problem...

Okay, so it's not a problem. I really enjoy the movie. It's that damn sensitive side of me that forces such actions on my life. And it's not the first time I've watched it. Or the fifth. It's maybe the sixth time I've seen it, at least parts of it. Normally, I like to tell people that I watch it because Sam Shepard is in it (He plays Ryan Gosling's dad, for those who don't know), but that was not the case. Today, I wanted to get back in touch with the side of me that always believed that true love will conquer all, fate will always re-unite the destined, blah, blah, blah...

This may be the last time I speak of such things on this blog, but sometimes a person just needs t…

Growing Old...

I stumbled upon two realizations over the last week. One was that I hadn't written a blog in a few weeks. In this regard, I am currently taking care of that as we speak. The second realization was that I'm old. That's right, I've finally decided to admit it.

I only do this begrudgingly because of the mail I have received over the last week. It all started with a simple letter from the Relyea Funeral Chapel in Boise, Idaho. This was not your normal piece of junk mail that was addressed to "resident". It was addressed to me. My intrigue got to the best of me and I opened the mail. It was simply a survey asking me if a have a plan in place in case of the death of a loved one. This is a valid question, and I realized it wasn't just a piece of mail saying, "Jason, you're old and you should probably make arrangements for your death." The nice people of Relyea just wanted me to know what my options were. And to also provide me with a f…

Poison

First off: Oops. In regards to the post below, I vastly underestimated Alabama's offense. 21 points in a single game must be some sort of record. What a game!

Now that I have that off my chest, I wanted to talk about the new play I've almost completed the first draft of. This will not be an article about what the play is about, but instead focus on more of the process and journey this play has taken me over the years.

Poison and it's previous incarnation was first written in the summer/fall of 2001. It was my first stab at a full length play and luckily enough for me, my good friend and neighbor Lisa Hyslop was looking to produce/direct a play in February of 2002. Lucky for me, I had just finished a draft of Poison and thus, a creative partnership was born. Except I chose not to fully participate in that process, which still follows me around to this day and at the same time, drives me to all strive for more. I dutifully completed some re-writes, based on suggestio…

BCS: Eh... Who cares?

Normally predictions for such games come before the game actually starts. I have decided to wait until there was 9 min and 23 sec left to make my predictions. After 2 punts and a 1 first day through the first six minutes, I am making a final score prediction of 3 to 2 in favor of L.S.U.

And here is why: A Punter.

That's right. Brad Wing of L.S.U. will be the MVP of this National Title Game. Or BCS championship. Whatever you want to call it. I'm not even going to watch the game because I'm that sure of the outcome.

Okay, so I lied. I am currently watching but I will probably change the channel. Because nothing is happening. I like good defensive battles as much as anyone, but as I write this sentence, my MVP pick has just punted for the 2nd time. And he just made the tackle on a good return by Alabama. Perhaps we will see a field goal attempt by Alabama. Remember, they did hit two field goals last game. (What's that? They missed four? Oh yeah. Oops.)

I…

One Page Play

TWO MEN are standing on the overlook of a bridge

MAN #1: Why'd we stop?

MAN #2: Nice night. And I enjoy the view.

MAN #1: I'm smoking. You in?

MAN #2: No.

MAN #1 lights a cigarette

MAN #1: What's the problem?

MAN #2: I love her.

MAN #1: I know. What's the problem?

MAN #2: Tomorrow...

MAN #1: What?

MAN #2: "Tomorrow," she says. That's the straight away, clear answer she provides for everything.

MAN #1: Tomorrow... Clever.

MAN #2: I'm tired of it. Put it off, put it off, and nothing.

MAN #1: It's the easy way out. Tomorrow.

MAN #2: And what do I have to show for it?

MAN #1: Tomorrow?

MAN #2: Exactly. Tomorrow and a little change.

MAN #1: And yet...

MAN #2: I'm still in love.

MAN #1: Do you have it?

MAN #2: Yes.

MAN #1: Let me see it.

MAN #2: Amazing...

MAN #2 hands MAN #1 a wedding ring in its case. MAN #1 looks at it and throws it to the river down below.

MAN #2: What the hell!

MAN #1: Now tomorrow will have its an…

That Auld Lang Syne

2012.

Here's to it.

And all of the uncertainty that lies ahead.

Here's the plan. Follow it if you'd like. They are merely suggestions, not demands. They are simply mantras of life that I have been attempting to follow over the last few months. And I believe most people could find at least one to agree with.

Live like there is no tomorrow.

Find your inner peace.

Embrace love.

Control what you can.

Don't think. Just do.

Dream Big.

Go Big or Go Home.

Don't Forget about Dre

Waste no time.

Acknowledge your thoughts.

Be one with the ball.

Proceed with reckless abandon.

Live in the present.

There are many more, but it could go on forever. Happy New Year to all. Here is to hoping that 2012 is a great one. Best wishes to all.

J.