Thought of the Day: “Fists in the Air”

"Personally, we’ve had enough of the boogeyman fright tales, the reports of how bad everything is. With all due respect to those fine muckrackers whose work remains so important: we know already. Let’s stop telling their story–the stories of abuse and corruption and injustice–and start writing our own, the stories that carry the pulse of struggle and the quick heartbeat of triumph over adversity. Enough with the hand-wringing. It’s time for fists in the air"

From page 7 of "Building the Green Economy", a lesson we progressives should all take to heart.

Read Recently “Building the Green Economy” by Kevin Danaher, Shannon Bigs, Jason Mark

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Title: "Building the Green Economy: Success Stories from the Grassroots"

Authors: Kevin Danaher, Shannon Biggs and Jason Mark

Synopsis: Title says it all. Why the growth of a green economy is cause for celebration. I heard about it on Your Call Radio.

Assessment: This book is a Bay Area publication so, I say with all do self-deprecation, it tends to pound a little to hard on straw houses (do we really need a smackdown of antebellum slavery practices?). But the 99% has exactly the right attitude. More citizens than ever feel empowered to shape their own destinies, that of their families, neighborhoods and world, in a mode that promotes sustainability, understanding and human potential. And it doesn’t, as we have spent every moment since the end of World War II thinking, have to be yoked to being angry, bitter and broke. There is a future in making money, doing right by each other and the earth, and living in abundance rather than scarcity. If you can’t get inspired by that message, I can’t help you. If you can, read this book immediately.

Verdict: If the words "Green Economy" get you all fluttery, get this book now.

(More Than) One Sentence Movie Reviews: “Talk to Me”

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See Talk to Me. You must. A biography of Petey Greene (video, a genius disection of racial stereotypes), an ex-con, turned radio DJ in Washington DC in the 1960s and 1970s. Don Cheadle, well Don Cheadle goes Don Cheadle all over this part. His partner at the radio station, played by Chiwetel Ejiofor, make this maybe the best male partnership in movies since Butch and Sundance.

Ejiofor you may recognize from Children of Men or Dirty, Pretty Things or Kinky Boots. But probably not. He’s probably the most underrated actor this side of Oliver Platt.

I loved this movie. Funny, smart, sad, with an incredible soundtrack. Wanted to watch it again the minute it was done.

See it see it see it.

Strike Wisdom:

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Rob Long
continues to be the smartest voice I’ve heard about the Hollywood writer’s strike. His latest commentary on KCRW’s Martini Shot takes a look at relationships between the various entertainment union and concludes that, at some stage of production, one union is benefiting at the expense of another.

Please read this.  It’s genius.

I remember a few years ago, during the last contract negotiation, one
of the big umbrella issues was something called "respect." The Writers
Guild –- correctly, in my view –- wanted to do away with something
called the Possessory Credit –- you know, the thing directors get -– "A
film by…" as if they wrote it, too. "A film by Rob Reiner," for
instance, when Rob Reiner didn’t write the script. We wanted to get rid
of that. "A film by" should only apply to a person who both wrote and
directed a movie. And we wanted some other "respect" stuff, too: we
wanted to be included in press junkets and allowed set visits and get
to walk on the red carpet.


The possessory credit, though, was really up to the Directors Guild.
And the Directors Guild said, essentially, forget it. You want to talk
about how little respect the writers get in the feature world? Fine.
But then let’s talk about how little respect directors get in the
television world, where it’s routine to talk of them as "traffic cops,"
and to deny them their first cut, among other things.


It’s hard to get something done in this business. By the time the film
is loaded -– or, in many cases, the hard drive is booted (a lot of
talented camera guys are out of work in this digital age; did we march
for them?) -– everyone is so exhausted and worn out from just getting
something going that they barely have energy to make the thing itself.
So when we are actually doing something, actually filming something,
actually doing the thing we all came here to do, rather than having
meetings and pitch sessions and budget calls and story arguments about
it, we tend to cut corners. Human corners.


So we should be careful –- all of us, writers who now claim membership
in a labor movement; studio heads who have the temerity to call someone
else greedy; all of us -– with the name calling and the posturing.
Because this strike is going to be over, someday. And when it is, will
everything go back to business as usual?


Hope not.

I hope I can meet Mr. Long someday. He’s my new hero.

New Book Proposal: Rounding the turn…

I finished a huge chunk of my new book proposal today. I have no idea how good it is but I don’t care. For the first time in weeks, I can feel I will finish this thing. And that feels great.

That is all.