I’ve gotten fairly used to getting my ass kicked. There’s this feeling of inadequacy that I have because I started late, because I don’t have the perfect pedigree, because I’m starting with less than ideal circumstances. I know I’m not the most talented guy in the room, I’m not the smartest guy in the room, … Continue reading Split Screen Sadness.
One of the most frustrating things as an Asian male is looking at the castings that are out there. If I’m lucky, I see one once a week. I see a lot of ‘all ethnicities’ castings, but who knows what they’re actually looking for. As an actor, you’re all the way at the end of … Continue reading Blinking Cursor.
“Man plans, and God laughs.” I feel that needs to be in huge neon letters emblazoned on a wall any time you try to run a production. It’s been two weeks since the cast has been set and we did our first table read. Things are moving along and plans have been set in motion. … Continue reading Untitled: Day 16, Magic Hour
I guess the title is a bit of a lie. We’ve technically been working at this since October. That makes it closer to something like Day 200. But today is Day 1 in my book. Something like twenty-two drafts later there’s 51 pages worth of script ready to shoot. Each role is cast, the bones … Continue reading Untitled: Day 1
For one reason or another, I’ve spent at least two days a week in Chinatown for the past three weeks. I didn’t try to make this happen, it was just happenstance. Chinatown is probably the neighborhood of Manhattan that I’ve been to the least. Looking back, I wonder if I did that unconsciously. Chinatown is … Continue reading An American in Chinatown.
It’s always a bit weird going to work nowadays. I never know where I’m going to end up when I step through the threshold. About 70% of the time I end up at some iconic New York location, the other 30% of the time I’m in a set dressed to be in Paris, Tokyo, or … Continue reading Lost in Japan.
I was late. I hate being late to a date. For some reason this only happens when I’m seeing something at Lincoln Center. Mind you, I wasn’t late by any stretch of time, maybe three minutes or so after she arrived (what, you try getting from the east side to the west side during rush … Continue reading Case In Pointe.
Living in New York I’m blessed to be able to go to some of the greatest repositories of art and natural science in the world. There’s something ethereal when it comes to going to the Met at night. The museum usually closes at 5pm, so you’re never really able to take a peek at what … Continue reading A Night at the Museum.
Loving a little is like drinking, it’s easier to breathe. It’s enough to look at each other and then come closer a little, and never let go. To be afraid, no no! Loving a little is like blooming a little. It helps you know, not to die without hiding, showing it is possible to escape … Continue reading Love Each Other a Little (amarsi un po’)
My favorite artist is John Mayer. Infer from that whatever you will. I know he can be quite a douchenozzle and a top notch egomaniac, but if you read anything and ask any musician, he’s a hell of a guitarist. His talent and ability with the guitar isn’t the reason that I have such an … Continue reading Still Feel Like Your Man (and Other Mayer-esque Nonsense)