Into the desert...

A bunch of days back I got the news that my new film He's My Dad would be showing at the Palm Springs Shortfest and Film Market. I found myself faced with a wonderful calamity, and a decision about how to achieve the improbable.

A gut check, if you will, on my commitment to Sparkle Motion.

Elvis partied there, I knew. So did Kirk Douglas and Bob Hope.

And so, I found six Angels, and I helped them to help me.

Now I go to hustle film in the desert, a barren land of cocaine and desperation, of parasites with bruised egos overcompensated for.
A place where it's shady everywhere but where you need it to be.

I am very pleased, and in life-debt to the six.

Here's this week's Weather Forecast.

Wish me godspeed...