Going somewhere.
Where are you going?

Today’s soundtrack: I'm so happy.
‘Cause today, I found my friends.
They're in my head.

Today at 6:14pm: Appearing to be a reasonable facsimile of a bored hipster while flipping through Surface at the Virgin Megastore on Union Square while waiting for Cia.


After a couple hours at the dojang I got so hungry I was shaking. I showered, changed, hit the street and broke out the cell. Not many people have the number of their local diner memorized but I do.

“Hey Mohammed, it’s Rain,” I said. “I’m gonna need a Mexican omelette and a bacon cheeseburger deluxe.”

“You come pick up?”

“I come pick up.”

Five minutes later I had the food in my shaking hands. Fifteen minutes later I had most of it in my stomach and the rest of it on my face. Two abused, silver takeout containers staring at me like a shocked pair of eyes.

I eat like a barbarian when no one’s watching. If you and I end up having a meal together and I’m using my fork or chopsticks, know that I’m doing it for your benefit. I keep hoping you’ll go to the bathroom so I can bury my face in the plate and chew, chew, chew.

Saw Shanghai Knights tonight. It’s as good as or better than the original, technically speaking--Owen Wilson is funny as fuck and JC’s fight scenes are more inventive--but still somewhat disappointing. Because Jackie, man, he just can’t do it anymore. It breaks my heart.

Jackie Chan is a physical genius. You see the shit he did in “Project A” or any of the “Police Story” flicks and you’re like, Holy Fucking Shit. This is a man who gave his life to making fight sequences that bury anything else out there. But simple biology and chronology have taken over and now JC’s stuck in the abused body of a guy pushing 60.

JC originally tried to make it in the ‘States back in the early 80s. A combination of shitty scripts and poor production did him in so he went back to Hong Kong. Unless Tarentino rereleases Jackie’s older shit, American theatergoing audiences will never get to see the man in his prime. And that’s a damn shame.

Recently people with access to HK gossip channels are telling me Jackie’s quite the philanderer. They say he cheats on his wife on the regular and recently knocked up some twentysomething chick. Hey man don’t tell me that stuff, I don’t want to know. Don’t bring me down. I hate the way pictures get faded and dirty with age.

The Corporation has yet to call me back in, so I’m going on almost two weeks of no work. Gonna be fucking scary when that cash gap hits my bill cycle in a couple months. Nothing worse than knowing there’s canned fish in your dietary future.

At least there’s some interesting (if non-paying) stuff to fill my time. Wendy called me up tonight, she wants to shoot/interview me on Monday for some documentary. Subject’s kinda vague, she said it’s gonna be on “character.”

She wants to shoot in either the AsianAvenue offices or my apartment, she hasn’t made up her mind yet. My vote is for my apartment; if we shoot it here I won’t have to put Outside Pants on.