Monday, June 28, 2010

RichMan


munching a turkey & swiss san for dinner on the last Monday of the month of June. I have had the most "normal" day yet. Absolutely no clue as to what the future holds, but no doubt what I am trying to manifest will come to fruition in time. The July rent is paid, there is enough food in the house for two weeks, and I have some stuff to work on. Some may make money and some may not, but it doesn't really matter. I am loved. I love. I am a rich man.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Turning the Corner?

So look what I found in the bushes along my driveway this morning :-) Meet Griz. Scraggly old cat of a couple months in age. Crying and crying in the ivy. I was all set to do a brisk five or six miles this morning and swing by the grocery on my way home for some much needed cream for my (ick) Kirkland coffee, that Teri assures me is "very good". Once you've imbibed the nectar of Kona, it's purdy hard to choke down anything short of a well pulled Italian espresso. Nothing has changed on the outward front of employment and income, but there is starting to be an inward rearrangement of my expectations, with a slight reduction in my remorse and morbid reflection factors. If you understood that you probably should not stop therapy any time soon. I hope to make it out to South Pasadena tomorrow to make an appearance on the set where a friend is doing a commercial for an outfit out of Denmark. It is starting to warm up here weather wise. I hope I make enough money soon to install a couple of new air conditioners. I feel very optimistic as I tap this out, but must admit that I have been living under a specter of fear and doubt for the past few weeks. I have lost that Mark Richford edge that has carried me through everything in the past. Part old age and part life not taken seriously. In order to get that chutzpah back, I am going to take some scene classes with Ms. Shari Shaw, at the Two Roads theatre in NoHo. I think it will help me get in touch with the confidence that I am lacking at present to make a go of it. Stay tuned God fans, more will be revealed. Peas. ~m

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Gettin' the Gift


Oh, we're really getting the gift now.
Walked across the Valley from Laurel and Ventura to Mary Ellen.
That's like five miles easy. Why? Because my car stalled out in traffic and I had to push it across Ventura Blvd. by myself. In Hawaii, the very next car behind me would have stopped and made sure that I was safely out of the precarious situation before even thinking of proceeding. ††
But sorry Dorothy, we're not in Hawaii anymore.
Got $194 to my name. Hopeless, right? WRONG!
Stay tuned

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Ya got a point


J.Mc from Kona asks, "What's the point of having a blog if you don't write in it?" And the answer J, is that I didn't think anyone was reading it or really that interested in it. However, it would be apparent that I am wrong. So, J.Mc, this one's for you.
Let's start with today. I went to boy's town, that's West Hollywood for those of you who may not know, on the other side of "the hill", that means the Los Angeles basin and NOT the valley, where North Hollywood is (which actually is a Van Nuys zip code eeeeeewwwww!) courtesy of my friend Shah (see my facebook friends), who drove over to pick me up and take me to lunch. He took me to his beautiful (and rather gay) apartment on Laurel Avenue, where we visited for a while and then it was off to the salon where I got a much needed manicure and pedicure while he went to a meeting at the hospital where he works. The weather has been very springlike and beautiful, the traffic has been mean and frantic and the city is, well, the city. It is amazing. It is wonderful. It is, after all, the City of Angels.
And that is what I keep encountering, angel after angel. Those that show me how I want to be and those that show me how I do NOT want to be. I need them both. I have been wrestling with a lot of "demons" of late. Those within myself. Those that tell me I am a fool. That I am not worthy, that I have made a shambles of my life. Those that would tell me that my options are nil. That I am too old, too fat, or what's the use?
Thankfully I have a friend or two, who has my back. Friends who care about what happens to me, who want to see me succeed. I kind of wish that I had friends that would express their love for me with cash! But money is not really my problem. True, I have had some setbacks, what with my tools being stolen before I even arrived here, a $200 tow from the dark canyons above the valley on my way home from Orange County the other night, a flat tire that proved very problematic, requiring a purchase of tires ($400), a visit from the mechanic who got me up and running($250) and various other sundry expenses that have all but annihilated my meager bankroll. Oh, and did I mention that one of my computers was damaged in transit? Rent, internet service, water and power, the regular stuff that adults pay for, all stressers as I have no income at all coming in.
But I have still not gotten to the point, that is... It's all a gift.
I have two legs that work fairly well. I can still see shapes and colors and motion. I can hear music. I have people in my life that love me. I have much to be grateful for. What I do not have, is discipline, focus and drive. I do not have anything that resembles routine. I battle with those "demons", instead of ignoring them and turning my attention to those things in my life that I do have influence over. I have unfinished work on Project Mark that has come into stark relief since initiating my sojourn to the southland. As I embrace this as an opportunity and not a burden, I believe much will be revealed. In the interim, I resolve to act like a happy successful person, altruistic in spirit and action, and tenacious in his pursuit of happiness.
Stay tuned love fans.
Oh... and they're shooting some segments for "Parks and Recreation" at the end of Mary Ellen Avenue, 'bout a block from the house.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Sorry For the Delay

The Santa Ana's or Santana winds are kicking up tonight, providing the first actually warm evening since my arrival. Have been working on the Mary Ellen shack to the best of my ability and she is starting to respond. Looks like I will have a nice little workspace to come home to after my visit to Hawaii that begins this Friday. Only in town for about four days. I've decided to try and sell off the rest of my stuff in order to make it a couple more months here. Losing all those tools in the UPS fiasco has kind of forced my hand. So much for the bi-coastal thing at this time. Hopefully, some kind of revenue stream will present itself.Here's a photo of what the room is starting to look like, snapped this after I painted the floor. Kinda cool, yes? Well, I think it is. It's been a lot of work, but I think it's worth it. Checked out the Grove near Beverly Hills across from Television City this evening. Trippy place.
Everything has changed so much here in my twenty year absence. Kinda like getting out of prison and returning to the old neighborhood I imagine. Well this ol dog needs to get his beauty sleep so catch ya later sports fans. Send prayers and/or money. Love you all.
~m

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Long time no contact

Carried a potted plant around town four miles before I made it home---got lost a block and a half from the house! That was Thursday night. Had a swell Friday that included Tandoori, shopping and fun & games as well as a nostalgic trip to Union Station with a friend who has never been there, to catch a train to Kingman Arizona, to pick up an old pickup and wish my mother a Happy Mother's Day.
But just as We were going through the slot downtown I realized that I had left my cell phone on the counter at home! That means all the way to AZ without any contact with the outside world. So I wrote all kinds of Kerouac wanna be stuff that will never get published as I have not had any web, text or cell contact until I returned home this Monday afternoon! Traumatic for sure. Mad Cow probably, but you can never be too sure about these things.
It's three in the morning Monday, supposed to be up in three hours to catch an early meeting. Oh by the way, it's !#&% cold here! And what's with these earwigs? Let the $$$ begin please!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Captive in Canoga Park

Visiting with a friend I have not seen since the early eighties, at another friends house. None of us have really grown up much. I thought I was the only one who does not possess the maturity gene. I was wrong.
Beautiful weather in the SFV today. Bedroom is starting to look like one. Lot of prep and paint floor to ceiling. About to make a break for it.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Screwed?

Maybe. Maybe not. UPS left my boxes containing what would appear to be the most important things on the street, yes, the street in front of the NoHo house on F'n Friday. So of course they grew legs and are no where to be found. UPS says they're delivered. So now what? Where is the perfection in that? I've raised all the holy hell that I care to, and the next indicated thing to do is to finish painting the bedroom. So that is what I will do today. Trust God, Clean House, and Help Others. What a trip. Definitely not something that I would choose for myself. But what can I do? Start where I am, that's what. Breaking the news to the people who trusted me with their intellectual properties that are now missing is going to be the hardest part. Video tapes of weddings, demo reels, hard drives filled with projects and stock footage, all gone. My stuff will be missed, but irreplaceable things like that hurts. I love you all. Internet comes on Thursday. Yay!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Happy May Day


ALOHA! On the most communist day of the year :-)
It's a beautiful day in the southland under mostly sunny skies, probably headed for a high in the mid to high seventies, scant chance of precipitation, and a sojourn to the Mary Ellen house in fabulous North Hollywood, (sounds way better than Van Nuys) to begin the process of making habitable the neglected little cottage.
Sometimes I can see the perfection and sometimes I do not. It's great to have Bob Murphy back in America. I have missed his consistent message of love and perfection. He helps me to see things I already know. There is nothing new under the sun. Yet, it sure seems like everything is new to me today. I am filled with white flour and sugar and ready to seize the carp, to begin the toil of love, of which Mary Ellen is most in need of receiving. Isn't she cute?
So good bye Orange County, hello San Fernando Valley. Sure, it's violent and dirty, crowded and hostile, but I can get a taco anytime of the day or night, and it just doesn't get better than that. Thank you Teri for helping me to make this transition into what promises to be a most interesting chapter of my life. You are an excellent example of service and self sacrifice. Peace :-)

Friday, April 30, 2010

TOY TLC

I was met with flair by my Uber Special friend TLC, who rocks the hizzle like no one else.
She made me feel very special and wanted. I am truly blessed in more ways than I'm aware of at any given time. Thank you T for the warm welcome and the calming effect you have on my person.
I'm not the easiest person to be around, especially before you get to know me. You are one of those special people who can see me and not immediately run for the hills! Maybe some of my friends will post a few words of encouragement for you and dispel any super scary thoughts :-)

Tada!

Aloha everybody!
Here's a semi private place where we can all stay in touch.
Feel free to pass this url around to anybody that might want to throw their two cents in from the Big Island.

My first day waking up in California. Starting a new volume in the continuing saga of WTF is Mark Up to Now?!?
I am very excited to get started on whatever the hell it is I'm supposed to be on about.
Sitting in a hotel room in Westminster, CA
I have no wheels. But I have a couple of good friends that got my back. Plus o course, I've got the Big Guy showing me what to do/be next.

Thanks to everybody that came to see me off Wednesday night.
Sorry if I was not in my right mind, but it's been a little strange.
It was VERY hard to leave the first place that has felt like home. The aloha on the Big is second to no other island in my small experience, but it's actually palpable. I miss it already.

Special shout out to Uncle Paul, Sister Michelle KV, and my beautiful ex-wife Katherine.
You guys are the best.
OK, I'm gonna cry for a minute and then dive into my new life...WTF!?!?!?!?!