Left on Red : : Tales from L.A.

Saturday, May 29, 2004

It's 415 in the morning. I'm heading to the Chelsea Hotel. It may be a night of literary legend. New York, New York.

My friend, my friend. Ciao.

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The future of the world’s children can be bettered through more effective interactive advertising. Not really, I was using irony. I consider full time employment a blessing and am thankful for having a job with a forward-thinking and supportive company. Before going into advertising, I had a brief stint at a movie studio before deciding that I preferred to watch movies rather than market them.

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. I am a member of All Saints Episcopal Parish in Beverly Hills, a wonderful community of energetic and forward thinking Christians committed to justice, human rights and the celebration of the power of the human spirit. I retain my faith in the goodness of people; it mitigates cynicism and bitterness. All Saints also allows me unhindered access to donuts on Sundays.

Writing is what I do on occasion as a creative outlet. I am grateful to my father for reminding me that the purpose of writing is neither to make fun of other people, nor to harp on their misfortunes. This isn’t to say I won’t do it on occasion on this blog, but it’s good to keep in mind, and I try to only mock people I know, for they provide the cheapest laughs. I have been the author of Left on Red since 2002, which is thirty-five blog years. I also authored a calendar, “365 Cocktails a Year,” which is memorable only for the fact it was published for the year 2000, and I didn’t write that sentence about faith in the previous paragraph; it’s a biblical reference.

I have a great love of food, in particular preparation of food and the sharing of it at the table with friends and family. I can thank my grandfather, Judd, a Tennessee gentleman, for teaching me most everything I know about growing food. I enjoy the simple things, like my mother’s potato soup and cornbread, and picking blue crabs caught in front of my father’s house in Tidewater Virginia. Eastern North Carolina barbecue is superior to all others, just in case you were wondering. I am the world’s foremost expert on red velvet cake, although I suspect it would be better to be the world’s foremost expert on nothing.

There is no greater gift that can be given, or received, than the kindling and fostering of creative spirit.

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