<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:14:48.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Neil Newsletter Online</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is for my amazing friends and family. Thank you for caring about what the heck I'm up to and heckling me when I don't post enough.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8804851781265158598</id><published>2009-08-14T13:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:57:13.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog officially moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neilneilneilneil.tumblr.com"&gt;neilneilneilneil.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; 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to follow all things neil-related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8804851781265158598?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8804851781265158598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-officially-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8804851781265158598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8804851781265158598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-officially-moving.html' title='blog officially moving'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5659038956322484713</id><published>2009-08-13T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:03:50.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>possibly switching to tumblr</title><content type='html'>to move away from the &amp;#39;diary&amp;#39; format of my blog, i am investigating and playing with a new blog site called tumblr. i will post here if i make the permanent switch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the url is &lt;a href="http://neilneilneilneil.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://neilneilneilneil.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is a micro-blogging site, and it will automatically import any twitter posts i make (yes twitter! it&amp;#39;s 2009 i gotta get with it) and is very easy to work with when it comes to posting pictures, videos, or links. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we&amp;#39;ll see if it sticks!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5659038956322484713?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5659038956322484713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/possibly-switching-to-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5659038956322484713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5659038956322484713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/possibly-switching-to-tumblr.html' title='possibly switching to tumblr'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7297034420738485555</id><published>2009-07-29T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:18:12.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>outbreaks</title><content type='html'>just a quick dispatch from busy, busy BTP to say things are going well! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this summer the project has been hit by a few external challenges: the threat of a gunman on campus, lice and bedbug outbreaks, and some minor harassment by a mysterious man in a pickup truck. but it&amp;#39;s only helped us internally to come together. we&amp;#39;re madly rehearsing our various shows for the upcoming festival weekend. i&amp;#39;ve got students stretching telephone cords across the stage as they chat on a singles line, bumping around wildly as mind-controlled zombies in &amp;quot;time warp,&amp;quot; and carrying out the assassination of julius caesar. fun stuff!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monica came for one measly day this weekend, but we had a ball team-teaching a round of classes together, and i was very glad to see her on her birthday. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7297034420738485555?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7297034420738485555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/outbreaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7297034420738485555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7297034420738485555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/outbreaks.html' title='outbreaks'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7007651388563569726</id><published>2009-07-16T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:22:09.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>austin's shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/Sl_f3qxsHpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-MSj-zEybUc/s1600-h/pendletonqanda-714827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/Sl_f3qxsHpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-MSj-zEybUc/s320/pendletonqanda-714827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248229062680210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i've had a couple more grueling and wonderful days at btp. a large portion of the past couple of days i dedicated to shuffling along behind austin pendleton, a theatre legend and bona fide genius. you might remember him as the stuttering lawyer in &lt;i&gt;my cousin vinny&lt;/i&gt; or as gurgle the fish in &lt;i&gt;finding nemo&lt;/i&gt;, and he's been in countless plays and movies and tv shows, in addition to getting a tony nomination for directing elizabeth taylor in &lt;i&gt;little foxes&lt;/i&gt;, as well as penning several plays! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had the honor of introducing him for his Q and A, and i sat with him during his master classes, using my audition notes to select kids to perform their monologues for him. his coaching and teaching were at once both simple and profound, and i tried to absorb as much of it as i could!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also had the pleasure of hanging around with an old friend of mine from my early btp days, josh cooke. he's here for the week as a master teacher, and was an apprentice here along with me in 96 and 97. he's been living the LA lifestyle, driving his motorcycle to auditions- he's worked very consistently in commercials, movies, and tv. we see eye to eye on teaching philosophy, and it's fun to have a generational 'peer' here with me in the acting department.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished directing my first scene, and we tech it tomorrow morning. in the evening we'll begin my next great opus- a full-out production number of rocky horror's &lt;i&gt;time warp&lt;/i&gt;, which i'm directing at debbie's request. it's gonna be a big, loud, freaky, and fun party number, and it's sure to overwhelm me!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classes continue to go really well, and i'm thoroughly enjoying being down here surrounded by so many friends that i only get to see once a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in the picture: austin pendleton giving his Q and A. you can see my bearded self seated in the background. photo by tom porter.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7007651388563569726?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7007651388563569726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/austins-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7007651388563569726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7007651388563569726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/austins-shadow.html' title='austin&apos;s shadow'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/Sl_f3qxsHpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-MSj-zEybUc/s72-c/pendletonqanda-714827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7592212307762601440</id><published>2009-07-16T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:02:42.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she's huge in russia</title><content type='html'>my russian friend evgeniy sent the following message this morning: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Hey Neil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great news! &amp;quot;First&amp;quot; channel - the main one in Russia - started to broadcast &amp;quot;Lie to me&amp;quot; this week - &lt;a href="http://www.1tv.ru/anons/16.07.2009/id=147866" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 51); "&gt;http://www.1tv.ru/anons/16.07.2009/id=147866&lt;/a&gt; Now it&amp;#39;s on TV every weekday night. Furthermore, &amp;quot;Lie to me&amp;quot; has entered the top three most popular subjects in Russian blogs.&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this will gladden you and Monica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenya&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7592212307762601440?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7592212307762601440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-huge-in-russia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7592212307762601440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7592212307762601440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-huge-in-russia.html' title='she&apos;s huge in russia'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5110116219547483064</id><published>2009-07-14T13:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:59:34.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>btp 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SlzHhsqkn2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/IhUqYFFHnAw/s1600-h/patrickanddeb-774336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SlzHhsqkn2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/IhUqYFFHnAw/s320/patrickanddeb-774336.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358377038403379042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;it&amp;#39;s the second day of BTP here in tampa, and things are in full swing. i&amp;#39;ve already seen 180 monologues from the students, and taught two acting classes. tonight i begin rehearsing one of several numbers i&amp;#39;ll be doing this year. i&amp;#39;ll also be guest blogging sometimes on the official BTP blog, which is at &lt;a href="http://broadwaytheatreproject.blogspot.com" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 51); "&gt;broadwaytheatreproject.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, so feel free to check in there for updates!&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had an EXCELLENT week on lake winnipesaukee, teaching with my friend ron piretti at the heifetz international music institute. it&amp;#39;s a beautiful lake, a classy program, and the students are full-on virtuosos. they were a bit shy at first, but they made amazing progress in our public speaking classes, and by the end were like old pros. not bad for a week!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in the picture: master teacher patrick wilson and btp artistic director deb mcwaters on the first day of classes. photo by tom porter.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5110116219547483064?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5110116219547483064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/btp-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5110116219547483064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5110116219547483064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/btp-2009.html' title='btp 2009!'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SlzHhsqkn2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/IhUqYFFHnAw/s72-c/patrickanddeb-774336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5142717718890251570</id><published>2009-05-16T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:22:43.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>longer, fuller, darker</title><content type='html'>The makers of Botox have recently unveiled a new product called Latisse. (&lt;a href="http://latisse.com"&gt;latisse.com&lt;/a&gt;) It is the &amp;quot;first FDA-approved prescription treatment for &lt;b&gt;inadequate&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;insufficient&lt;/b&gt; eyelashes.&amp;quot; Brooke Shields is the face of the new campaign.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Firstly, yes it&amp;#39;s Rogaine for the eyelid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Second, do people really feel INADEQUATE because of their EYELASHES? This is amazing to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Third, &amp;#39;insufficient?&amp;#39; Insufficient for what?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a long, long time ago that I stopped caring about my male pattern baldness. But I understand that it&amp;#39;s a real source of insecurity and anxiety for some men. I&amp;#39;m trying to imagine a world in which I agonize that my eyelashes aren&amp;#39;t &amp;quot;longer, fuller, and darker,&amp;quot; and I can&amp;#39;t do it.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5142717718890251570?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5142717718890251570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/05/longer-fuller-darker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5142717718890251570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5142717718890251570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/05/longer-fuller-darker.html' title='longer, fuller, darker'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8029959219472881939</id><published>2009-04-28T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:33:18.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sanaya rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SfdoD2PETPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h1rhtr4_hYE/s1600-h/20090424--sanaya-4340-798550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SfdoD2PETPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h1rhtr4_hYE/s320/20090424--sanaya-4340-798550.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329843099323878642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;quick news: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;most importantly, emily and darius welcomed sanaya rose lakdawalla into the world on the 23rd! she&amp;#39;s the cutest little blob you ever did see. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the first season of &amp;#39;lie to me&amp;#39; wraps today, and it was officially picked up for a second season. tonight monica starts a much-needed vacation, and she&amp;#39;ll be in for a long (22 episode) haul starting late july. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;m staying very busy for an out-of-work bum, working out and playing volleyball at the local ymca, writing, helping out at emily&amp;#39;s, and poking my nose into creative interests- meeting today to talk about doing some simple directing, and auditioned today for improv classes, both in hopes of sharpening some slightly rusty skills i have in my toolbox.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;santa monica is beautiful, and the ocean-scented air coming in the window is a far cry from new york.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8029959219472881939?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8029959219472881939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/sanaya-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8029959219472881939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8029959219472881939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/sanaya-rose.html' title='sanaya rose'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SfdoD2PETPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h1rhtr4_hYE/s72-c/20090424--sanaya-4340-798550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6998145142808827382</id><published>2009-04-17T17:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:20:29.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slogging through my mental bloggage</title><content type='html'>been a few months since my last confession, and much has changed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;m now living quasi-semi-permanently in LA, and very happy to be with monica. also enjoying fulfilling uncle duties more frequently, and looking forward to emily&amp;#39;s next serving of niece, coming up very soon.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;santa monica is beautiful and i&amp;#39;m very happy except for that little important sticking point... a job. no bites on the teaching front, even though i&amp;#39;ve begun working with a teacher placement agency of good repute. looks like i missed out on next academic year, but i&amp;#39;m far from giving up. going to do the whole process again next year, and this time even better! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;the good news is i have some really fun gigs lined up over the next few months. monica and i will teach public speaking at the heifetz institute on the campus of brewster academy on lake winnipesaukee in early july, and i&amp;#39;ll teach acting at the broadway theatre project in tampa for the rest of the month. from late september through november, i&amp;#39;m going to tour france with the same production of julius caesar that i did last year. that is gonna be GREAT.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;all in all, i have plenty of reasons to be happy- i&amp;#39;m just a little restless and confused about what exactly i want to be when i grow up. it&amp;#39;s all about the journey, not the destination, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;thanks for checking in.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6998145142808827382?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6998145142808827382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/slogging-through-my-mental-bloggage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6998145142808827382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6998145142808827382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/slogging-through-my-mental-bloggage.html' title='slogging through my mental bloggage'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3875024345174190291</id><published>2009-01-31T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:35:17.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IMDb</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SYSL1etjQcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/79G5lGi61OU/s1600-h/logo2-717778.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SYSL1etjQcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/79G5lGi61OU/s320/logo2-717778.gif"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297512812587991490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the russian movie was finally listed on the IMDb! i submitted the request several months ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;search for &amp;#39;chuzhie&amp;#39; at &lt;a href="http://imdb.org"&gt;imdb.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3875024345174190291?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3875024345174190291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/imdb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3875024345174190291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3875024345174190291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/imdb.html' title='IMDb'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SYSL1etjQcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/79G5lGi61OU/s72-c/logo2-717778.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5164378078850838566</id><published>2009-01-29T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:28:05.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lie to me numbers</title><content type='html'>Nielsen ratings have never been an important thing to me. Now, with Monica's show on prime time, they take on a very real implication for our lives. Following them has been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening night last week had very good numbers, but not incredible ones, and I think Fox was expecting slightly better. It started at 13+ million viewers, and by the end had dropped to around 11. It beat Lost in its time slot, but was second behind Criminal Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, however, it had a solid 12 million, and was first in its time slot, better than Lost and Criminal Minds! The only show with better numbers in ALL of prime time last night was American Idol with a RIDICULOUS 26 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For context, there are about 114 million television households in the US. So, roughly one tenth watched Monica last night. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With good enough numbers, the show can go a second season. If it does, it means many more months for Monica in LA, which is why I'm planning to move out there! If it doesn't go a second season, it means tough decisions for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all very exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5164378078850838566?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5164378078850838566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-to-me-numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5164378078850838566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5164378078850838566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-to-me-numbers.html' title='lie to me numbers'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6605033791469637027</id><published>2009-01-26T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:56:24.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new meaning to la la land</title><content type='html'>just came back from a very short but wonderful weekend in LA. hanging around with my gorgeous girlfriend, eating organic meals outside, visiting my laughing, talkative, cute little pumpkin of a niece, it occurred to me that i am very, very lucky.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;the st. pete times in florida recently published a great little piece on monica. link below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/features/media/article970028.ece"&gt;http://www.tampabay.com/features/media/article970028.ece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6605033791469637027?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6605033791469637027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-meaning-to-la-la-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6605033791469637027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6605033791469637027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-meaning-to-la-la-land.html' title='new meaning to la la land'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-735185188432963371</id><published>2009-01-17T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:34:40.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movie star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SXIIUg6ml3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/-mwzqFbso1s/s1600-h/bootlegstrangerscover-702401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SXIIUg6ml3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/-mwzqFbso1s/s320/bootlegstrangerscover-702401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292301660639893362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my buddy jenya was our translator and friend during the russian-movie filming process. i'm glad to have his friendship because, besides being an outstanding guy, he's my eyes and ears in russia. he's been the one to tell me how the premiere went, what the posters are like, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i still don't have a copy of the DVD of the movie, it is out in russian stores. (the producers have promised us a copy, and say it is 'in the mail.') jenya tells me that the bootleg movie stands, which are just like the ones in new york, have an alternate cover for their copies of Strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's delightfully strange to imagine my silly dance moves peppering the covers of DVDs all over the streets of moscow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-735185188432963371?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/735185188432963371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/735185188432963371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/735185188432963371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-star.html' title='movie star'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SXIIUg6ml3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/-mwzqFbso1s/s72-c/bootlegstrangerscover-702401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1392934207124674122</id><published>2009-01-16T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:22:07.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy stalker fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SXFc8Dw6UoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oHWWdtPfhLE/s1600-h/01-15-09_2107-727967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SXFc8Dw6UoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oHWWdtPfhLE/s320/01-15-09_2107-727967.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292113224009405058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i don&amp;#39;t think i&amp;#39;ll EVER get used to the commercials. hooray for DVR!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1392934207124674122?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1392934207124674122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-stalker-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1392934207124674122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1392934207124674122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-stalker-fan.html' title='crazy stalker fan'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SXFc8Dw6UoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oHWWdtPfhLE/s72-c/01-15-09_2107-727967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7031038049184859024</id><published>2009-01-14T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:53:35.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lie to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SW56_0GmBCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cX1RP9b4VBw/s1600-h/Lie-To-Me13-715683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SW56_0GmBCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cX1RP9b4VBw/s320/Lie-To-Me13-715683.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291301848943559714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;monica FINALLY sent me a DVD of the pilot that will premiere next week and i watched it last night. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it should suffice to say that i LOVED it, and though i understand logically that there i no way i have an objective perspective on it, i am going to forge blissfully ahead in my fandom anyway. i love that it&amp;#39;s a crime show but it&amp;#39;s colorful and bright- i love tim roth&amp;#39;s disaffected gestural performance- and mostly i love the insanely gorgeous latina newcomer that will be the viewpoint character in the series.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;the show airs on fox, wednesday nights after american idol, starting a week from today.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7031038049184859024?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7031038049184859024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7031038049184859024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7031038049184859024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-to-me.html' title='lie to me!'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SW56_0GmBCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cX1RP9b4VBw/s72-c/Lie-To-Me13-715683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-897412891915743790</id><published>2009-01-05T00:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:22:18.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photo album 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;album part 2&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=514867448&amp;amp;k=63E434QZU32MYCEBXF3YT"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=514867448&amp;amp;k=63E434QZU32MYCEBXF3YT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-897412891915743790?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/897412891915743790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-album-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/897412891915743790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/897412891915743790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-album-2.html' title='photo album 2'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-522319403947042678</id><published>2009-01-04T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:55:53.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photo album 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;first of two vietnam photo albums is posted on facebook! link below:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=514867448&amp;amp;k=Z41XXVT5U23GUDEASK26TQ"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=514867448&amp;amp;k=Z41XXVT5U23GUDEASK26TQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-522319403947042678?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/522319403947042678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-album-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/522319403947042678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/522319403947042678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-album-1.html' title='photo album 1'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4233431878929967113</id><published>2009-01-03T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:26:01.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>down and out in westwood</title><content type='html'>the post-script to the main body of my vietnam trip is less fun. this weekend i&amp;#39;m in LA, and i&amp;#39;ve been knocked out completely by some sort of major stomach bug i got in vietnam. major abdominal pain and inability to sleep has made the past couple of days difficult! i just started on an antibiotic this morning which seems to be doing the trick, and my appetite just came back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i return to new york on monday and get back to real life!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4233431878929967113?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4233431878929967113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/down-and-out-in-westwood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4233431878929967113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4233431878929967113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/down-and-out-in-westwood.html' title='down and out in westwood'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7040451748985319650</id><published>2009-01-01T02:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:47:38.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hanoi to hong kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hanoi was a blur. what a big, loud, active, incredible city. we stayed in a very nice hotel in the very center of downtown, and, thanks to new year&amp;#39;s, we felt like we were living in a tornado. nica and i both developed healthy headaches soon after arriving- we think it was the incredible amount of smog and exhaust everywhere- the perpetual symphony of horn-honking could have something to do with it too!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we toured yesterday morning around the city by &amp;#39;cyclos.&amp;#39; this is definitely the way to do it for people who want to keep a low tourist profile. nothing blends in better than a grand parade of 14 westerners each under a red-fringed canopy in front of their very own personal pedicab driver. it was a hair-rasing adventure, toodling around the city, facing down oncoming traffic, bumping elbows with motorcycles, and regarding pedestrians coolly from our thrones. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we didn&amp;#39;t read the tour itinerary closely and all we knew about our first stop was that it was a mausoleum. we surrendered our bags and went double-file by dozens of rigid soldiers. inside, we encountered the pale, chemically-preserved body of ho chi minh. it was spooky, unsettling, and terrifically odd! it was exactly the experience i had purposefully avoided, what with the moscow art theatre&amp;#39;s proximity to lenin&amp;#39;s tomb during my stay in russia. the image of the body flanked by four soldiers&amp;nbsp;certainly won&amp;#39;t leave me for a very long time.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;next we stopped at the hoa lo prison, known to most of us more affectionately as the &amp;#39;hanoi hilton.&amp;#39; we enjoyed exhibits that consisted of leg irons, guillotines, and john mccain&amp;#39;s flight suit. (you&amp;#39;ll remember that he spent quite some time there) there was an odd photo gallery, including ones of POW&amp;#39;s playing volleyball in the courtyard, and the americans getting souvenirs upon their release. souvenirs!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all in all, it was a strange tour! we ate an awesome lunch and spent the afternoon wandering the clogged streets and shops of hanoi.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i finally succumbed to stomach issues last night, suffering from severe cramps. i muddled through our new year&amp;#39;s eve farewell feast with as much good humor as i could muster. (i skipped the slabs of fois gras and the piles of caviar, but enjoyed the vietnamese band with a male singer covering tracy chapman)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;our hotel was only a quarter mile from the restaurant, but it took monica, her mom, and i a good thirty minutes to navigate through the throngs! we formed a human chain and literally squeezed ourselves through crowds of people, motorbikes, and stands, all the while ducking and avoiding these strange flaming parachutes revelers were setting off. they were mini-hot air balloons, complete with a baseball-sized flaming coal attached at the bottom. most soared into the sky, but some crashed into buildings, trees, and people. we saw a tree catch fire and we held our breath as we watched&amp;nbsp;an apartment building decide whether it wanted to go up in flames or not when the fireball landed on a tar balcony roof. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i was asleep by 11:30, half an hour before 2009 in vietnam. when 2009 hit new york, i was reading newsweek on my plane from hanoi to hong kong. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all in all, it was an unforgettable trip. i learned so much and saw so many incredible things! (and ate a lot of amazing food!)&amp;nbsp;i owe a debt of gratitude to mr. and mrs. raymund for welcoming me on this surreal journey!&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7040451748985319650?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7040451748985319650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/hanoi-to-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7040451748985319650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7040451748985319650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/hanoi-to-hong-kong.html' title='hanoi to hong kong'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8961470000610781147</id><published>2008-12-29T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:18:57.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hue part 3</title><content type='html'>still in hue, our flight to hanoi is delayed due to &amp;#39;weather.&amp;#39; this is amazing to me since as far as i can discern, the only weather hue sees is rain. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;last night we had dinner in an ancient house, hosted by a grandson of one of the senior advisors to the last emperor. he gave us a bit of a tour- think intricate woodwork stained black, and ornate carvings everywhere, even in the ceiling beams! he demonstrated the ceremonial weapons (huge halberds and my favorite, a spear with a carving of a fist on the end), and showed us how his grandfather smoked opium. (hint: with his head on the lap of his most beautiful concubine, puffing from a beautiful hand-carved elephant tusk.)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;we&amp;#39;re taking advantage of the extra time and leaving in a few minutes to go check out a tomb. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no more diaper pants, hanoi will be our last city and totally cycling-free. i&amp;#39;m fine with that. it&amp;#39;s been great, but my butt is sore and i&amp;#39;m really sick of being soggy! i don&amp;#39;t know if i&amp;#39;ll ever get the mildew smell out of my suitcase.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s really been fantastic so far. this country is filled with warm, gracious, sensitive, subtle people. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8961470000610781147?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8961470000610781147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hue-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8961470000610781147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8961470000610781147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hue-part-3.html' title='hue part 3'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6332459271135708840</id><published>2008-12-29T07:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:02:27.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hue part 2</title><content type='html'>more biking, more fobidden palaces, temples, and pagodas, and lots lots more wet. the days are becoming blurs of mist and mud, clay and clouds. but it&amp;#39;s still invigorating! i will look forward to the next DRY day, though!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;we rode along six-foot wide roads through paddies, jungles, and towns today. on this road, the villages feel like wild west towns- all the buildings alongside each other facing &amp;#39;main street,&amp;#39; and instead of horses, ... hondas. the motorbike is definitely the pack mule here, and the flip flop is the cowboy boot. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;i cut my ride a few kilometers early when my pal tony (he&amp;#39;s a music lawyer) capsized in a fairly large pool of mud and sliced his hands open on the gravel. we&amp;#39;ve actually had quite a few spills on this trip- biking is a dangerous business!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;lunch today was on a riverboat which was pretty fun- it was bright red with giant dragons adorning the front. as i dipped my shrimp rolls in the dish of fish sauce on the white tablecloth and surveyed the jungly riverbanks, i realized i was puttering down the river under wildly different circumstances than my countrymen who visited here all those 30 or 40 years ago.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;the vietnamese, for their part, have no problem discussing that ancient history, but it&amp;#39;s certainly not their first association when they see americans. they&amp;#39;ve had more wars in the past hundred years than i can count, and our conflict here is just one chapter. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;time to head out into the rain again for more cocktails and food.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6332459271135708840?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6332459271135708840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hue-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6332459271135708840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6332459271135708840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hue-part-2.html' title='hue part 2'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-220097303048151350</id><published>2008-12-28T06:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:25:38.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just a brief note now, and hopefully deeper thoughts tomorrow. have to hurry and change for mandatory Group Cocktails.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the road from hoi an through da nang and most of the way to Hue (hway) was very interesting. don&amp;#39;t remember if i mentioned this in an earlier entry, but over 75% of viet nam&amp;#39;s population is under 29. on top of that, there is a LOT of growth- we saw an enormous high-end resort with both hotels and residences under construction along a neglected beautiful beach outside of da nang. the waves were perfect for surfing, and not a soul out there. da nang in general is growing like gangbusters- viet nam is going&amp;nbsp;through some huge changes!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;more riding in sodden clothes through non-stop mist and mud. truly, i think we&amp;#39;d get the same reactions from the locals if we were all santa-claus-lookalikes in drag&amp;nbsp;with beehive hairdos. if you ride towards the end of the line, people have already gathered outside their homes to gawk at the first, and they&amp;#39;re positively celebratory when you roll by. huge, toothy smiles from all around, and they&amp;#39;re thrilled when you say hello back! the only people who don&amp;#39;t smile and wave are men over 50, and only a small percentage of them. a couple kids so far have yelled to me &amp;quot;hello! what your name!&amp;quot; and i responded &amp;quot;barack obama!&amp;quot; and both times they gasped then laughed and squealed. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we toured the forbidden city of the imperial city this afternoon. took many pictures. hue used to be the capital of viet nam. we saw pictures of the boy emperor circa 1925- a feat since no one was supposed to be allowed to look at his face! back then, the crime was beheading. today, it costs a&amp;nbsp;several thousand dong (a few dollars) to walk around the secret city like you own the place.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;dad&amp;#39;s been here before. very cool and kind of strange to know, considering our wildly different circumstances. shoot, gotta go! thanks for the&amp;nbsp;fun notes and emails!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-220097303048151350?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/220097303048151350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/220097303048151350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/220097303048151350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hue.html' title='Hue'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3586821602013002818</id><published>2008-12-27T03:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:04:51.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how white is your rice (hoi an)</title><content type='html'>the city of hoi an is my favorite yet. it may be the tourist trap of viet nam, but i love the bustling market, the tailor shops everywhere, and the combination of westerners and vietnamese that want to be near westerners (either to make money off them, or, rare as it is here, to be more like them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was long long long, between the boat, the van, the plane, and 30 km of cycling in the rain. that was all before lunch! i also wandered the neverending market, toured a chinese temple to the water goddess, visited a house that has been in the same family for EIGHT generations, and got measured and picked out fabric for my new three piece suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we ate at mango mango, a popular restaurant on the river, with overly-flavorful food and overly-strong drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning we had an incredible vietnamese cooking class. we made (and ate) incredible summer rolls, winter rolls, scallion pancakes, jicama-banana leaf salad, and the most delectable spiced chicken i've had in a very long time. we learned that bean sprouts are good for virility, and that, even though the vietnamese have come to admit brown rice is better for you, they still judge a meal's value by how white the rice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards i stopped in a barbershop and had the most comprehensive face and head shave ever. he even shaved and cleaned my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the group is out riding for the afternoon- i'm taking it off, to do more shopping, have a fitting for my suit, pick up laundry, and generally take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much fun as i'm having, i'm definitely homesick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3586821602013002818?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3586821602013002818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-white-is-your-rice-hoi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3586821602013002818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3586821602013002818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-white-is-your-rice-hoi.html' title='how white is your rice (hoi an)'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6348549513324818166</id><published>2008-12-25T17:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:27:04.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pitch black morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;only a couple&amp;nbsp;minutes to report before we leave on a loooong day&amp;#39;s worth of adventure. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we had no trouble getting up in the blackness of 4:45 AM this morning- we chose to sleep on the open second floor of our private bungalow, which seemed like a good idea at the time. we nestled on the daybed in our &amp;#39;fort,&amp;#39; which consisted of many large pillows and a cascading mosquito net. there was a gentle breeze and the sound of surf. as the night wore on, the wind began to howl, and things crashed about. strange birds landed ON our railing and cawed in loud, eerily human voices. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;it&amp;#39;s pitch black still now, at 5:23 AM, and we&amp;#39;ve successfully showered outside, picking our way over these amazing black slugs with narrow red racing stripes, and packed our things. we&amp;#39;ll hike to the beach in a minute to take a boat to the mainland, then a van to the airport, then a 30km ride to lunch, followed by more van transfers and riding. we&amp;#39;ll apparently still have time for a walking tour of hoi an before dinner. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;my personal butler (i&amp;#39;m not kidding) just informed me that the boat is ready, so i&amp;#39;m off! happy holidays to everyone!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6348549513324818166?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6348549513324818166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/pitch-black-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6348549513324818166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6348549513324818166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/pitch-black-morning.html' title='pitch black morning'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1183368626442710918</id><published>2008-12-24T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:40:31.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas day on ninh van bay</title><content type='html'>this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting in the 'library' at the six senses hideaway on the coast. the library is a deck made of weathered wood, with a high thatched roof, and the no walls. i'm looking out on the bay, surf is crashing in and there are several vietnamese fishing boats crawling in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six senses is on a small island- we arrived by boat. there is a short beach (in front of every cabana, just beyond the personal plunge pool) and the island quickly inclines in a glorious cluster of trees and rocks. to make the view even better, this portion of the beach (the kilometer or so that the resort covers) is concave, so to both sides you can see the cliffs and trees rising up and reaching out over the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's rained just about non-stop since we arrived yesterday afternoon, which i beautiful in its own right, but we are definitely mourning for the beauty we know we'd experience in this green place if the sun were out. the puddly gravel walkways and wooden deck pathways are littered with large snails and slugs. the high winds rattle the wood and canvas of our cabana, make the thick nautical rope whine pleasantly, and render our rain ponchos ineffective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we had dinner in the restaurant, at one long table. the room is a much larger version of this library, with a tremendously high thatched roof, and wet, powerful wind threatened our napkins and gave the whole affair sort of an urgent feel. as we dined on course after course, troupes of young, heavily made-up and thoroughly sequinned vietnamese girls performed a series of dances in unison, divided in the middle by a 'fashion show.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's ride was incredible. another rainy day, i abandoned my rain coat early (it was very hot) and succumbed to the wet. when it wasn't raining, our bikes still plowed through mist and steam and ground-level clouds, and ripped up puddles of thick mud. i had a solid racing stripe of brown dirt when i was done, from the back of my head to my bum, thanks to the kickback of my rear tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here was the vietnam that i had imagined. we perimetered miles of rice paddies, in various states of harvest. during the first part of the ride, the shoots were so green they were fluorescent. just like the pictures, workers in conical hats patiently picked their way through the ten-inch water. other paddies were muddy and devastated, post-harvest, and workers slogged around with hoes, churning the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cut through lots of villages, where we were often received with giggly 'hello!'s, mostly from kids. i'd always return the hello full-voiced and with a big sloppy grin, and kids and adults alike would descend into peals of laughter. we're a heck of a parade, with our neon clothes and big fancy bikes and western faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the houses in these villages vary greatly in style and value. many are narrow concrete construction with colorful fronts and bare gray sides, as if they were supposed to be nestled in a crowded city block- but they stand alone in a field! many houses are combination residence/ convenience store, and all seem to have a front room with no front wall. most have large outdoor living areas, cantinas of a sort, with simple sheet metal roofs to keep the rain off. the small, brightly-colored plastic kiddy chairs (such as mom and i have purchased from the grocery store for my niece anahita) are ubiquitous- they are EVERYWHERE. almost as common as motorbikes! in fact, the preferred sitting and hanging out apparatus around here seems to be kiddy chairs and motorbikes- only beat out by the tireless squatting on the haunches that the vietnamese do so well. the floor is never too far away, and even the elderly pop up and down with alacrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we turned one corner, an open-front house was blasting "feliz navidad.' it was still ringing in my ears as we broke from the jungle and penetrated yet another rice paddy, this one ringed with a low green mountain swathed in impossibly-low-hanging clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's christmas and i am on an island, off the coast of vietnam. it's achingly beautiful, and wonderful to be with my sweetheart, but, as the surf crashes and the rain pours down around me, it's also throbbingly far from family and home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1183368626442710918?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1183368626442710918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-on-ninh-van-bay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1183368626442710918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1183368626442710918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-on-ninh-van-bay.html' title='christmas day on ninh van bay'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4286552016451661109</id><published>2008-12-23T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:50:00.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>da lat pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my muscles are burning. today&amp;#39;s ride was as predicted, amazing, but also downright grueling. i&amp;#39;m not used to cycling at all, let alone these long, long inclines! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we stopped today at a flower farm that&amp;#39;s completely enclosed by greenhouse-like netting. rows and rows of colorful flowers of different types awaited harvest. a guy sat on a cinderblock in front of a HUGE heap of picked flowers, and with lightning-quickness, wrapped each head in plastic, then tossed it to the side in piles sorted by color, without looking.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we cruised up and down many hills today that were covered in tall pine trees! there were a couple of spots, if you excused one or two plants, that could easily pass for washington state. the pines aren&amp;#39;t native- they were introduced by the french. the sky was huge and brilliantly blue, and we often had sweeping views of rolling farmland, carved into tiny plots. all day it was very cool, with a healthy breeze. the wind picked up a couple times, only when we were going up hill, and only directly into our faces!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we ate lunch on another covered patio today, this time at the home of a man who was busy preparing for his eldest daughter&amp;#39;s wedding the next day! we watched as the bride and groom created a stage, and a huge truck delivering plastic chairs arrived. he is expecting 500 guests tomorrow, yet he was excited to have us as guests for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the hills killed today; this trip is either going to whip me into shape or destroy me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we&amp;#39;re going to a local market soon, and tonight we dine at the hotel. &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4286552016451661109?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4286552016451661109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-lat-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4286552016451661109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4286552016451661109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-lat-pt-3.html' title='da lat pt. 3'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4876536244464028343</id><published>2008-12-22T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:42:47.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>da lat pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;830 AM here tuesday the 23rd. in the business centre of the sofitel da lat palace and preparing to set out for today&amp;#39;s bicycle journey in half an hour.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we&amp;#39;re doing 40km or so today, which is not so much for many cyclists, but it&amp;#39;s plenty for me! this is hilly country. we&amp;#39;re biking in and out from the hotel today, and staying again in da lat. the next day we head to the coast.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;last night we met the GM of the hotel, a congenial new zealander, who told us a little of the history of da lat, which they call &amp;#39;le petit paris.&amp;#39; it&amp;#39;s a beautiful and mountainous area, that has suffered very little from any of vietnam&amp;#39;s series of wars and military conflicts because it just isn&amp;#39;t a strategically advantageous location. we took the vans to one of the hundred or so french villas that was constructed here. this one is owned by the hotel and earmarked as the lodging for the GM, but he hasn&amp;#39;t moved in. we feasted on vietnamese barbecue and other treats. i stuffed my face with venison skewers, prawns, and fried rice. there was a sous chef at a little station that was identical to any omelette-maker you&amp;#39;ve seen in hotel buffets. but he was making scallion pancakes to order! it was tasty.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we were konked out before ten, and of course we woke up pormptly at 430 AM. that schedule works out ok- the vietnamese are very early risers, and, in da lat, 8pm feels like midnight. (saigon less so)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i saw a couple neat pictures of dad&amp;#39;s wedding! i&amp;#39;m taking pictures here, but i can&amp;#39;t post any&amp;nbsp;until i find the right slot on one of these cpus.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;thanks for reading! merry xmas!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4876536244464028343?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4876536244464028343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-lat-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4876536244464028343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4876536244464028343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-lat-pt-2.html' title='da lat pt. 2'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7782349125278871107</id><published>2008-12-22T03:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:26:19.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>da lat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay, i&amp;#39;m having a ball.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;last night monica and i joined her parents for an amazing many-course vietnamese meal at a restaurant called mandarin. everything was wonderful about the place- the incredible food, the wine, the over-the-top attentive service. the ONLY thing i would change is i would stick to just a piano player and fire the violinist who played a very scratchy and off-key &amp;quot;killing me softly.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we slept like rocks. like boulders. except for one point in the middle of the night when i heard a WHUMP! and then a whimper. i turned on the lights and discovered that monica had fallen out of the bed! she&amp;#39;s going to KILL me for blogging this. but seriously, it was hilarious, probably the cutest thing i&amp;#39;ve ever seen, and she was totally unscathed. it took me several minutes to go back to sleep, because i wondered if it was possible that dad was getting married at that very moment, and i imagined myself in santa fe for a while.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we got up at 4:25 AM, showered, packed, and went downstairs for breakfast. we met the rest of our group, which is 12 or so fun, happy-go-lucky people. we ate with victor, who coincidentally is friends with monica&amp;#39;s make-up artist on the&amp;nbsp;tv show, and he is a DP himself, operating the camera these days for the new 90210. the first movie he shot was &amp;#39;lean on me,&amp;#39; and he told wonderful stories about morgan freeman. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we hopped in a bus, and plowed through the sea of motorbikes to the airport. we took an hour-long flight to da lat. the airport is tiny, and we congregated on the lawns in front to apply sunblock to each other and learn our bicycles. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;then we rode. and seriously, it was amazing. we pumped our way up hills, and tore down them, sharing the road with motorbikes and vans (far less than in saigon!). we passed through villages and coffee plantations, jungly hills, and open fields. in most places the air was thick and fecund, with the smell of manure and cloying humidity. but once my body was warm and moving and sweaty and smelly, i surrendered to the heat and the aroma, and it was rather easy to get used to! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;as we covered ground, we spread out in a major way. we have four guides, two vietnamese, one united statesian, and one italian. they took the head and the rear. we also have four vans at our service, carrying our luggage, and us if we ever feel like stopping, which is a dirty temptation! the vans race ahead and park at forks in the road, and the genial drivers stand in the middle of the path and, in a funny semaphore mime show, point the direction in which we should aim our helmets. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we stopped and saw an INCREDIBLE waterfall, a roaring 60 or so feet wide. monica and i were the bravest and clambered down the cliff and across slippery rocks to get a view from the bottom. then we hiked up a hill and sat on the steps of a beautiful buddhist dragon temple. we weren&amp;#39;t allowed in, due to the highly scandalous nature of our outfits- i&amp;#39;m telling you, we are sex machines in our skin-tight bike shorts with diaper padding. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;after another 9 kilometers or so of riding, we marched down a long driveway of packed red clay and found ourself at a silk factory. it was so neat to see the silk balls and the looms and the dyeing, and the awesome machines powered by generators that turned iron wheels and moved belts around. my backpack was in a van, and i had no cash on me, and i was devastated to lose the chance to buy some of the handmade silk scarves and clothes they had out front. they were dirt cheap. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we ate at an outdoor coffee shop- basically plastic patio furniture in the shade of a tree, in front of a one-room building. a woman from the village had been conscripted to prepare a feast for us, and it was phenomenal- sticky rice and spring rolls and green beans and cabbage and a sweet noodle soup with little vegetables in it that i couldn&amp;#39;t recognize- they were a cross between white beans, small onions, and tiny potatoes. afterwards i had the best iced coffee i ever tasted. that&amp;#39;s when the guide pointed out that we were sitting under a coffee tree. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we rode another 8 km and then took a van the final few km up a steep mountain. a few intrepid riders attempted the slope, which the guides said is the most challenging optional part of the entire trip. monica&amp;#39;s dad tried, and he may still be out there as far as i know!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;now we are in the sofitel da lat, and i just took an amazing bath. this has been an incredible experience, and it&amp;#39;s only just beginning!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7782349125278871107?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7782349125278871107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-lat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7782349125278871107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7782349125278871107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-lat.html' title='da lat'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2240278237999092826</id><published>2008-12-21T03:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:04:35.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ho chi minh city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it&amp;#39;s the middle of the afternoon sunday the 21st here at the park hyatt saigon in ho chi minh city.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the flight from hong kong to vietnam was easy and uneventful. arrival was easy as well, a cursory look at our passports, then our luggage was among the first to pop out. customs consisted of us handing off our declarations forms and&amp;nbsp;manhandling all our bags&amp;nbsp;on and off&amp;nbsp;one of those big x-ray machines. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;leaving the airport, we were funneled down a red carpet of sorts, surrounded by a throng of three or four hundred people attentively watching the exit. it was a disconcerting moment, as we were simultaneously hit by the thick, damp hot, and the steady gaze of all those people. for a few hundred people, they were eerily quiet. a young woman had a sign that said &amp;quot;Monica Raymund and guest&amp;quot; (something i think i might see on lists for a long time to come) and i quickly made contact.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we waited by the curb and i felt my body instantly kick-start the sweat production. we hopped into a jeep and were whisked away into the thick of the city.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we asked the young lady her name and she said something beautiful, but the closest i could repeat it was to clumsily say &amp;quot;Now?&amp;quot; She humbly nodded, and received &amp;quot;Now&amp;quot; as an acceptable mangling of her name.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now told us that 10 million people live in Ho Chi Minh City, and I think we saw most of them on the way to the hotel. One of my imaginary mental images of China is a sea of people on bicycles. I now have a real Vietnam image to accompany it: Motorbikes. Everywhere. They clogged every part of the roads, and most of the sidewalks. Cars were outnumbered twenty to one, and it was the motorbikes that dominated the road- cars had to lurch deferentially around and follow their patterns. People of every shape and size were on these motorbikes, mostly in singles and pairs, but we also saw threes and fours. They weave in and out of each other, amazingly close, often tapping each other with their feet, or rubbing elbows as they pass. Hands braced against our car and people shoved off as if changing direction in a lap pool. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Every two hundred yards or so there were motorbike dealers, and long rows of pristine bikes lined the sidewalk- they were hard to differentiate from the regular sidewalk, where hoards of bikes were parked- people sitting on them like lounge chairs, puffing cigarettes, or strapping huge bulbous bags of produce to the back. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The dusty streets we drove were clogged with shops, of every shape and size. I noticed, like Egypt, there were lots of makeshift (perhaps impromptu) tea cafe&amp;#39;s outside- i saw grown men sitting in brightly-colored little plastic kiddy chairs in alleyways. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Many stores were festooned with Christmas displays, including a shop whose title earned a guilty laugh from Monica and I: &amp;quot;SHOP MY DUNG.&amp;quot; One sporting wear store had hung a life-sized Santa, sleigh, and reindeer precariously from their awning.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I wished I could stop and watch a group of men on the sidewalk in front of a hobby store, as they smoked cigarettes and tinkered with a five-foot long model airplane- i don&amp;#39;t know my planes, but it was an early-style of plane, the ones that are shaped like a plus sign, and painted red and white.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It was a fun, short introduction to this city and this country. The hotel itself is very nice, and Monica and I have showered and changed and eaten a complimentary lunch at the hotel Sunday buffet, which is inexplicably comprised completely of Italian cuisine.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now it&amp;#39;s naptime, and we wait for Monica&amp;#39;s folks to come in this evening. Dinner tonight, and tomorrow at 5 AM we head onto a PLANE again, this time to officially start the planned bicycle journey.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thinking about my family in Santa Fe! I hope everyone is having a ball, and Dad&amp;#39;s wedding goes off without a hitch. Wait a minute. I hope it goes off with one very successful hitch!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2240278237999092826?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2240278237999092826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-chi-minh-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2240278237999092826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2240278237999092826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-chi-minh-city.html' title='ho chi minh city'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2426374018253220120</id><published>2008-12-20T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:58:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i think there must be just one architect in the whole world who does airports. each airport i&amp;#39;ve experienced, all over the planet, could easily be just another terminal in the same complex. they all have the plastic walls, and the atria, and the same variations on people-moving technology, from moving walkways to trams to little carpet-crunching cars.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;here in hong kong, in the &lt;em&gt;lounge&lt;/em&gt;, which feels like it&amp;#39;s on the other side of the golf course from the lounge at LAX. except at this one, one side is a floor-to-ceiling picture window, a football field long, that looks out at the tarmac and some sort of mist-enshrouded mountain or big bluff.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;it&amp;#39;s nearly 8 am sunday here, and i&amp;#39;m not sure what time it is in new york, but i think it&amp;#39;s yesterday afternoon. our flight to ho chih minh city leaves in an hour. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;business class cathay pacific was comfortable enough to completely negate most of the negative things about long flights. for all my awake hours on the fifteen-hour flight, i happily watched movies and tv, read my book, and stuffed my face, all with my feet up. i actually slept, although fitfully, for 6 and a half hours or so. monica slept like a baby. at the end of the day, it&amp;#39;s still not a bed, and i wasn&amp;#39;t able to escape the pounding headache and stiff neck that comes from passing out on a plane, but that&amp;#39;s a small consideration. it was &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;! and it was the first plane that i can remember taking that has stairs on it. i flew on the second floor!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i just took a shower in the&amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;shower wing&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;and donned my stinky clothes again. i&amp;#39;m psyched to get the last leg over with, and start to learn about vietnam.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2426374018253220120?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2426374018253220120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2426374018253220120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2426374018253220120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hong-kong.html' title='hong kong'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8995774761856772150</id><published>2008-12-20T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:01:28.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so airports have secrets, and those secrets are hidden from view, down unmarked white corridors, or up deceptively mundane elevators.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;they&amp;#39;re called &lt;em&gt;lounges&lt;/em&gt; and they&amp;#39;re insane! monica and i are in the cathay pacific business class lounge at&amp;nbsp;the Los Angeles airport&amp;nbsp;right now and i feel like i&amp;#39;m at a sweet country club. the buffet is rockin&amp;#39;, with curry puffs and mini pizzas and cucumber sandwiches with no crusts. they have a fridge, filled with beer and soda, and you can just TAKE one! or even two! there&amp;#39;s a huge bar, and TVs, and showers, and the bathroom has bowl-shaped urinals and smells like flowers.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i would totally come to the airport, and go through security, just to hang out here. except you have to have a ticket.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;so far vietnam is awesome!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8995774761856772150?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8995774761856772150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/lounge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8995774761856772150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8995774761856772150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/lounge.html' title='lounge'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6072243584597636595</id><published>2008-12-19T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:30:18.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's starting...</title><content type='html'>i may still be in the states, but my incredible vietnam adventure has begun. last night, late, i flew into LA on a never-ending virgin american flight. because we had 150 mph headwinds, we had to stop in las vegas to refuel. i watched the adam sandler movie &amp;#39;you don&amp;#39;t mess with the zohan&amp;#39; and half of &amp;#39;get smart&amp;#39; and read my book and thought, &amp;quot;this is what it&amp;#39;s like to be a cultured traveler.&amp;quot; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it&amp;#39;s great to be here with monica, and now we run around doing last minute things before taking a 10pm flight to vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&amp;#39;ll be thinking about my dad this weekend, during my endless series of planes (we even kick off our vietnam tour on another plane), as he ties the knot in santa fe. i&amp;#39;ll also be thinking about him on the tour, since he&amp;#39;s the member of my family who has been to vietnam before me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i plan to keep updating this and posting pictures during the trip, if possible. so, more soon!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6072243584597636595?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6072243584597636595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-starting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6072243584597636595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6072243584597636595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-starting.html' title='it&apos;s starting...'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3055925053527194389</id><published>2008-12-16T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:26:13.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putin to be the new Apatow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SUgA1X31Q6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UYB158wIw1U/s1600-h/evRvarietylogo-773562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SUgA1X31Q6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UYB158wIw1U/s320/evRvarietylogo-773562.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280471480033166242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fun Variety story about new developments in the Russian film industry. &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Posted: Mon., Dec. 15, 2008, 9:53am PT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Putin takes charge of local film industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Politician to chair Russian cinema council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/index.asp?layout=bio&amp;amp;peopleID=3429" target="_blank"&gt;NICK HOLDSWORTH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin is taking personal charge of progress in the development of the country&amp;#39;s film industry as chairman of the government council on the progress of domestic cinematography, unveiled Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Putin will &amp;quot;personally supervise&amp;quot; government initiatives to support the film industry, according to the Russian federal press service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;The new body -- which emerged following a meeting of film industry chiefs chaired by Putin at St. Petersburg&amp;#39;s Russian World Studios in early October -- will coordinate the work of government bodies, film industry professionals and companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;The council will not allocate funding but will look at ways to improve efficiency of state support for production, distribution and promotion of Russian films domestically and internationally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Supporting the introduction of &amp;quot;innovative cinema technologies&amp;quot; and measures to maintain a market share for Russian films on domestic release will also be part of the brief, the government press service said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;At October&amp;#39;s meeting of cinema chiefs in St. Petersburg -- held to commemorate 100 years of Russian film -- Putin noted the &amp;quot;potential of cinema to be a major educational tool and valuable point of reference for society.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;He said including the development of the domestic film industry in a long-term government plan of social and economic development was essential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Russian reaction to the new council was muted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;One experienced Russian film industryite told &lt;i&gt;Daily Variety,&lt;/i&gt; &amp;quot;As usual, nothing good will come of it.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3055925053527194389?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3055925053527194389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/putin-to-be-new-apatow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3055925053527194389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3055925053527194389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/putin-to-be-new-apatow.html' title='Putin to be the new Apatow'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SUgA1X31Q6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UYB158wIw1U/s72-c/evRvarietylogo-773562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6386653668203834541</id><published>2008-12-14T18:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:26:23.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>downs and ups</title><content type='html'>i&amp;#39;ve been feeling a bit down lately- it happens fairly cyclically for me. it&amp;#39;s easy to think that happiness is just right around the corner, once i find that dream teaching job, or once i&amp;#39;m reunited with my love in LA. it&amp;#39;s always easy to think that some future goal will make you happy. but i&amp;#39;ve always thought looking at life that way is sort of an excuse to be miserable- there&amp;#39;s always some potential &amp;#39;better&amp;#39; over the horizon- will &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt; make you happy? the best way to live, i think, is to find a way to be happy &lt;i&gt;every day&lt;/i&gt;. no matter what&amp;#39;s going on. and i really try to do that. but sometimes, i can lose perspective.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;is there anything so selfish as feeling depressed? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s pretty fantastic timing that i leave on friday for a ten-day bike tour of vietnam. if i can&amp;#39;t get my head on right and stop feeling sorry for myself during an opportunity like that, i&amp;#39;m a lost cause!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;talking with my old friend johnnie newman about feeling down, and feeling un-creative recently, he hit me with the response below. i wanted to share it, because he&amp;#39;s always been one to put things as he sees them, without regard for it being pretty or pleasing. his poetry is that he actually means the strange things he says. and it really did make me feel a lot better.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I know what you mean, bigneil -- and what hits me right now as I write this is that I think it&amp;#39;s good to be down sometimes and creatively dead. the fires can&amp;#39;t be raging always. those moments where you feel you&amp;#39;ve got nothing to do or say, no forums to immediately express yourself in, no juice left, no mojo, no electricity.... those are the times where you are receiving MOST of the things you&amp;#39;ll be expressing later. especially an artist as sensitive and insightful as you. so just ride this out. don&amp;#39;t force anything. write a great character for yourself to play. or don&amp;#39;t. come out here and we&amp;#39;ll improv. you&amp;#39;re going to be fine. you&amp;#39;re storing experience right now. get hurt. feel uninspired. worry a little. it&amp;#39;s okay. just don&amp;#39;t have a heart attack. and when you audition for things or go on interviews just be yourself, let the joy and sorrow shine in you, let it all hum together in a calm display of raw humanity. we&amp;#39;re all a bit fu@!ed right now. it&amp;#39;s great. the world needs story tellers more than ever. show everyone what it means to be a man. you don&amp;#39;t even have to try.&amp;quot; &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6386653668203834541?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6386653668203834541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/downs-and-ups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6386653668203834541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6386653668203834541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/downs-and-ups.html' title='downs and ups'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1740172166626515273</id><published>2008-12-08T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:13:22.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>promo for monica's show!</title><content type='html'>link below for a fun promo for &amp;#39;lie to me!&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmO3b-kpSf4&amp;amp;feature=channel" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmO3b-kpSf4&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1740172166626515273?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1740172166626515273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/promo-for-monicas-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1740172166626515273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1740172166626515273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/promo-for-monicas-show.html' title='promo for monica&apos;s show!'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-867600811991216775</id><published>2008-12-04T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:52:25.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tradizzle video</title><content type='html'>I made a video of our version of &amp;quot;Tradizzle&amp;quot; at BTP (a hip-hop rendition of Tradition from Fiddler on the Roof) to thank Lin-Manuel Miranda and Bill Sherman for giving us their consent and sharing the music with us. It&amp;#39;s up on youtube now.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOixGILVBuw" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOixGILVBuw&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-867600811991216775?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/867600811991216775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/tradizzle-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/867600811991216775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/867600811991216775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/tradizzle-video.html' title='tradizzle video'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6491399679184029863</id><published>2008-11-20T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:02:58.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strangers fallout and clips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SSWKMx_ap5I/AAAAAAAAADk/sE7Z5t7s-Tw/s1600-h/6a00d8341c022653ef010535f1997e970b-800wi-778976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SSWKMx_ap5I/AAAAAAAAADk/sE7Z5t7s-Tw/s320/6a00d8341c022653ef010535f1997e970b-800wi-778976.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270770891089422226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;it seems a lot of my &amp;#39;strangers&amp;#39; fears are being substantiated.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the link below navigates to a review below of the movie, from my favorite english-language moscow newspaper, which i read religiously while i studied there. it seems the movie has changed a lot from what we originally shot, and from what our director told us of his vision. the reviews look to be pretty bad across the board!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moscowtimes.ru/arts/2008/06/06/372385.htm"&gt;http://www.moscowtimes.ru/arts/2008/06/06/372385.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&amp;#39;m also a little pissed off to see the lack of creativity in the way they ripped off the design of the main &amp;#39;strangers&amp;#39; poster from a 2004 jim caviezel movie.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some clips of the movie. after watching one, you can navigate to the others. i haven&amp;#39;t watched all of them, and none of them with sound yet, since i&amp;#39;m at work. i don&amp;#39;t know whether they are PG or R, fyi.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viddler.com/explore/Lockdock/videos/3/"&gt;www.viddler.com/explore/Lockdock/videos/3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&amp;nbsp;i still find all of this fun! and i&amp;#39;ll still enjoy watching the DVD, if they ever send it to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6491399679184029863?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6491399679184029863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/strangers-fallout-and-clips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6491399679184029863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6491399679184029863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/strangers-fallout-and-clips.html' title='strangers fallout and clips!'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SSWKMx_ap5I/AAAAAAAAADk/sE7Z5t7s-Tw/s72-c/6a00d8341c022653ef010535f1997e970b-800wi-778976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-377176431591293202</id><published>2008-11-15T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:38:44.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers premieres in Russia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SR77FKCquZI/AAAAAAAAADc/3IJXsz4mn7U/s1600-h/October-724808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SR77FKCquZI/AAAAAAAAADc/3IJXsz4mn7U/s320/October-724808.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268924680083519890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a note from my friend Jenya (second from left), who was our friend and translator during our Russian movie adventure. He attended the premiere of our movie, and this is what he had to say:&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just needed to wait a few days after the premier before writing to you about it. I had to collect my thoughts and emotions. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Right now all I can say is that the whole event was splendid except one thing - your absence. The premier itself was held in one of the best movie theaters in Moscow called &amp;quot;October&amp;quot; (Scarlett has been there already during the opening night of &amp;quot;Montana&amp;quot;).&amp;nbsp;Our beloved Natasha&amp;nbsp;has done a really extraordinary job. As Yuri&amp;#39;s main assistant she had to&amp;nbsp;arrange, gather, solve and organize everything! Last month for her was as tough as the shooting period one year ago. And of course she succeeded. That was definitely&amp;nbsp;the best premier I&amp;#39;ve ever visited. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Friends that I met in &amp;quot;October&amp;quot;, former colleagues, Russian actors, cameramen, costume designers, make-up artists - and all of them were asking&amp;nbsp;where&amp;nbsp;are American actors. Journalists and TV reporters - searching for you with their cameras and microphones. Guests and viewers - twisting their heads round to find Tom, Jane, miss Stone, Mike and Bill... &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;However,&amp;nbsp;that night we met all of you. On that giant screen. Watching, empathizing, smiling... Me, Natasha&amp;nbsp;and Irina, our editing girl - synchronously uttering your lines that we know by heart, pronouncing soundless phrases like &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t be afraid, it&amp;#39;s not gonna hurt&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Come in...&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;But be aware -&amp;nbsp;there&amp;#39;s no vacancies!&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong with you?!&amp;quot; and so on...&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Right now &amp;quot;Strangers&amp;quot; is one of&amp;nbsp;the most talked about movies in Russia and a part&amp;nbsp;of the top-three popular subjects in Russian blogs. &amp;quot;This is just the beginning...&amp;quot; (c) Mike&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mark, Scarlett, Neil, Kathleen, Jeff, Linda, Victor, thank you for everything. We miss you all!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jenya&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-377176431591293202?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/377176431591293202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/strangers-premieres-in-russia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/377176431591293202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/377176431591293202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/strangers-premieres-in-russia.html' title='Strangers premieres in Russia'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SR77FKCquZI/AAAAAAAAADc/3IJXsz4mn7U/s72-c/October-724808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5673332060992505831</id><published>2008-11-12T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:31:29.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SRrowW2ke5I/AAAAAAAAADU/_ckyfk2hb4A/s1600-h/virus2-789690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SRrowW2ke5I/AAAAAAAAADU/_ckyfk2hb4A/s320/virus2-789690.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267778631629044626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my lifeblood, my electronic crutch, my other girlfriend, call it what you will, you&amp;#39;d be right. and today, my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt; is sick. it has the most blatant malware/virus that i have ever contracted on my home computer. luckily, it doesn&amp;#39;t seem to be destroying my hard drive or the like, knock wood, but it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;turned my pc into a handy and efficient purveyor of bizarre and garbled marketing messages. it very well could be stealing my identity. the most obvious and incriminating things it does is automatically hijack all google searches, and redirect away from any website that deals with spyware or antivirus software or advice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine if you had a terrible flu, and one of the symptoms was that you&amp;#39;d swerve away the second you approached a hospital or clinic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&amp;#39;m taking it in to professionals ($$$) tonight, and it&amp;#39;ll be awfully lonely this week without it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5673332060992505831?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5673332060992505831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/virus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5673332060992505831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5673332060992505831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/virus.html' title='virus'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SRrowW2ke5I/AAAAAAAAADU/_ckyfk2hb4A/s72-c/virus2-789690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5235385312588302933</id><published>2008-11-10T09:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:43:47.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quality time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SRhIo0GCZ1I/AAAAAAAAADM/NXRzye0i8Og/s1600-h/11-08-08_0022-727482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SRhIo0GCZ1I/AAAAAAAAADM/NXRzye0i8Og/s320/11-08-08_0022-727482.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267039630225729362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;everyone says long distance relationships are supposed to be really hard. well, I don&amp;#39;t see why! I&amp;#39;ve been spending LOTS of quality time with monica lately... really, it&amp;#39;s just like normal... here is a picture of us on our last date. i&amp;#39;m feeling good... &amp;lt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bursts into tears&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5235385312588302933?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5235385312588302933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/quality-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5235385312588302933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5235385312588302933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/quality-time.html' title='quality time'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SRhIo0GCZ1I/AAAAAAAAADM/NXRzye0i8Og/s72-c/11-08-08_0022-727482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6930309831847239753</id><published>2008-11-07T12:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:52:34.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a theatre near you</title><content type='html'>monica just tipped me off on a hot new item: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the heights &lt;/span&gt;and lin-manuel are headed for the silver screen! what an AWESOME new development in the ongoing saga of that incredible show. (to read about my long love affair and former involvement with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heights&lt;/span&gt;, check this blog&amp;#39;s archives) can&amp;#39;t wait to follow what happens. wepa!&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playbill.com/news/article/123119.html"&gt;http://www.playbill.com/news/article/123119.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6930309831847239753?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6930309831847239753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/theatre-near-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6930309831847239753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6930309831847239753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/theatre-near-you.html' title='a theatre near you'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3726527954139245280</id><published>2008-11-07T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:35:48.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>monica's show is officially scheduled</title><content type='html'>fox announced their midseason line-up, and monica&amp;#39;s show, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lie to me&lt;/span&gt;, will appear on wednesdays, after &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;american idol&lt;/span&gt;! see release below.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;LIE TO ME, the compelling new drama from the producers of 24, debuts&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, Jan. 21&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;(9:00-10:00 PM ET/PT) after AMERICAN IDOL and stars Tim Roth (&amp;quot;The Incredible Hulk,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Reservoir Dogs&amp;quot;) as DR. CAL LIGHTMAN, the world&amp;#39;s leading deception expert who studies facial expressions and involuntary body language to discover not only if someone is lying, but why. When someone shrugs one shoulder, rotates a hand or raises the lower lip, Lightman knows he&amp;#39;s lying. Based on the real-life scientific discoveries of Paul Ekman, the series follows Lightman and his team of deception experts as they assist law enforcement and government agencies to expose the truth behind the lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3726527954139245280?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3726527954139245280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/monicas-show-is-officially-scheduled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3726527954139245280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3726527954139245280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/monicas-show-is-officially-scheduled.html' title='monica&apos;s show is officially scheduled'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6389976111249200032</id><published>2008-11-04T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:43:17.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Neil Newsletter Scoops All Major Networks</title><content type='html'>The Big Neil Newsletter Online will now project the winner of the presidential election. We project that &lt;b&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/b&gt; has won the presidency. SCOOP!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6389976111249200032?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6389976111249200032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-neil-newsletter-scoops-all-major.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6389976111249200032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6389976111249200032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-neil-newsletter-scoops-all-major.html' title='Big Neil Newsletter Scoops All Major Networks'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3846502166576410580</id><published>2008-11-04T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:32:38.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>french dread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my friend arthur, the cutting-edge French theatre director that helmed the productions of &lt;em&gt;Abigail&amp;#39;s Party&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt; that I was in, emailed a group of us today with his across-the-pond thoughts on our election tonight. i think it&amp;#39;s fun:&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;hi friends of america !!!&lt;br&gt;you know that in France we are used to see things from our point of view, or that we take our desires for reality. 8 years ago, we went to bed happy to know that Al Gore was elected. The next morning, surprise, it was Bush. 4 years ago, we slept relieved that Kerry was your new president. Too bad. F... jetlag. Tonight, i&amp;#39;ll go to bed dreaming of Mc cain and Palin, to avoid another hangover tomorrow! I &amp;#39;m sure that you must experience right now an incredible moment, and if i could, i would take a plane tonight to share the crazy night and the crazy days that will (let&amp;#39;s hope) follow. Instants of grace. I&amp;#39;m envious :-)&lt;br&gt; My bet is also that Carla Bruni will probably dump soon Sarkosy and chase Obama. Antoher good news.&lt;br&gt;I think of you, share your excitment and hopes, and send you all my love,&lt;br&gt;arthur&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3846502166576410580?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3846502166576410580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/french-dread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3846502166576410580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3846502166576410580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/french-dread.html' title='french dread'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1446292875343573857</id><published>2008-11-04T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:41:34.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>suffrage device</title><content type='html'>i just voted! it took all of fifteen minutes, from my apartment and back again. even though it was so fast, the buzz there was that the turnout was at least twice the size of previous elections. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what a strange machine awaits you behind that curtain! not a machine.... a &lt;i&gt;contraption.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1446292875343573857?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1446292875343573857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/suffrage-device.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1446292875343573857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1446292875343573857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/suffrage-device.html' title='suffrage device'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6255309248856172344</id><published>2008-11-03T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:53:45.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jungle gem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQ-AW-uB2GI/AAAAAAAAADE/QLTY-0_se00/s1600-h/1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQ-AW-uB2GI/AAAAAAAAADE/QLTY-0_se00/s320/1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264567621700933730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun pic from the orchard courtesy of cousin laura- clockwise from bottom right that's her, the adorable cousin kate, the also-adorable main squeeze monica, the highly masculine cousin charlie, his pal greg, and yours truly in the center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6255309248856172344?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6255309248856172344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-pic-from-orchard-courtesy-of-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6255309248856172344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6255309248856172344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-pic-from-orchard-courtesy-of-cousin.html' title='jungle gem'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQ-AW-uB2GI/AAAAAAAAADE/QLTY-0_se00/s72-c/1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-325563737134001945</id><published>2008-11-02T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:13:01.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>great adventure</title><content type='html'>only a moment before i pass out from exhaustion to say it&amp;#39;s easy to be a kid again: just steal your girlfriend on her last day in town, put some cash inside a ziploc bag and into a zippable pocket, rent a car, and drive to six flags for the day. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;it was the last day of the season today, and a mite cold, but monica and i were undeterred as we scampered all over the park from one roller coaster to another. the rides were great, but our bodies feel the toll- bracing yourself at 80 mph all day and routinely freezing your face off in high loop-de-loop winds will tax you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;but it was FUN!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-325563737134001945?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/325563737134001945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-556798220603885766</id><published>2008-11-01T18:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:46:12.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still blogging, after alllll these years...</title><content type='html'>(sung to the tune of a little paul simon number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is fantastic- monica's home from LA for the weekend. this morning we went to bernardsville, nj and had brunch with cousin laura and pete and their awesome kids (who i want to call second cousins but are actually first cousins once removed but maybe i'll just say cousins) charlie and kate, plus charlie's pal greg. it's beautiful in suburban nj today, with changing leaves and lots of rolling hills and multi-acre homes. the coles represented in the brunch field with a highly-big-neil-worthy spread: pancakes (in many polka-dotted permutations), bacon, cinnamon rolls, quiche, blueberries and OJ. and perfect hostess laura apologized that there wasn't more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after brunch we went to an apple orchard and wandered a couple miles of tree rows, looking for hidden apples on trees that had been massively plundered already. the fields were beautiful, the air cool and clear, with the intoxicating and rich smell of decaying apples. apples lay in the hundreds at our feet, inedible, with gorgeous untouched halves facing the sun. a kick revealed the horror-movie-worthy other halves, rotting away in the mud. we hit the very corners of the huge orchards, finding treasure troves, untouched branches with grape-like clusters of heavy apples, and our special tools (a cross between a lacrosse stick and a pronged &lt;em&gt;mediæval&lt;/em&gt; torture weapon) snagging some large perfect tens at the upper reaches. before we knew it, we were muscling back three large baskets filled with red delicious and winesap apples, more than we can eat any time soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on the upper west side and monica is in the bedroom clearing out her closet for me to ship to her in LA. as she shoots the first season of her show, she'll stay in a sublet, and to our minds, her being in LA is still 'temporary.' but i have a weird and ominous feeling that she may never leave the west coast again. i hope i'm wrong, but there are worse places to be tethered to, and i'd be happy to move out there next year and join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight we're going to see her best friend laura-leigh in 'boys' life' off-broadway at the second stage theatre in midtown. it's a classic (and sort of sexist) 80s play about getting laid and it stars jason biggs (from the &lt;i&gt;american pie&lt;/i&gt; movies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually enjoying working regularly these days at niche media, fact-checking for various magazines. it's nice to have money coming in. i'm still auditioning here and there. monday i interview the ceo of the new jersey nets for gotham magazine. that'll be fun, although i know very little about professional basketball, and i'll have to be careful not to expose my ignorance in the article!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-556798220603885766?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/556798220603885766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-blogging-after-alllll-these-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/556798220603885766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/556798220603885766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-blogging-after-alllll-these-years.html' title='still blogging, after alllll these years...'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8158596635179139625</id><published>2008-10-31T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:59:48.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monica on entertainment tonight</title><content type='html'>following is a youtube link to a spot on entertainment tonight about &amp;quot;Lie to Me.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monica is about 1:45 into the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Io6oo3kFFuA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Io6oo3kFFuA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;neil patrick stewart&lt;br&gt;917.434.2348&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8158596635179139625?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8158596635179139625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/monica-on-entertainment-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8158596635179139625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8158596635179139625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/monica-on-entertainment-tonight.html' title='monica on entertainment tonight'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2244923681914320615</id><published>2008-10-30T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:17:40.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>neil's poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;best movie poster ever:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinopoisk.ru/picture/831893/"&gt;http://www.kinopoisk.ru/picture/831893/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;neil patrick stewart&lt;br&gt;917.434.2348&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2244923681914320615?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2244923681914320615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/neils-poster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2244923681914320615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2244923681914320615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/neils-poster.html' title='neil&apos;s poster'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3379654298944664463</id><published>2008-04-16T09:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:51:46.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>typo</title><content type='html'>the strangers website in english is actually at &lt;a href="http://www.chuzhiemovie.com"&gt;www.chuzhiemovie.com&lt;/a&gt;, not &lt;a href="http://chuziemovie.com"&gt;chuziemovie.com&lt;/a&gt;. sorry!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3379654298944664463?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3379654298944664463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/04/typo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3379654298944664463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3379654298944664463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/04/typo.html' title='typo'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8428947338280014324</id><published>2008-04-05T13:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:04:56.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strangers in english</title><content type='html'>there is a (barely) english version of the Strangers movie website up now, at &lt;a href="http://www.chuziemovie.com"&gt;www.chuziemovie.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;m contacting them to see if they want me to help fix the rampant typographical errors, although i realize that they may be part of the charm!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8428947338280014324?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6867852692655765820</id><published>2008-03-24T20:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:13:51.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>biting the bullet</title><content type='html'>after a very sobering review of my financial situation (LOTS of college loan debt) and a long talk with monica (she is more supportive than a sports bra) i&amp;#39;ve decided to apply for teaching positions at universities and top-tier private high schools nation-wide.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s been fun researching the job openings available and imagining myself at all these different schools. i&amp;#39;ve put together a curriculum vitae that i think is very impressive and competitive except for that minor issue of never having taught at a university level before. i have a couple of powerful letters of recommendation from nancy houfek (the head of voice and speech at a.r.t.) and thomas kail (my dear friend and director of &lt;i&gt;in the heights&lt;/i&gt; on broadway) and more coming from debbie mcwaters (founder/artistic director of btp), ron piretti (head of acting at BTP, fight director for &lt;i&gt;in the heights&lt;/i&gt;, and professor at marymount manhattan college), and ann reinking (nuff said). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;i love teaching, and i think i would/will have a ball doing it year-round. i have lost no love for acting (although maybe a little for the acting &amp;#39;industry&amp;#39;) and plan to pursue it, professionally or not, wherever i wind up, for the rest of my life.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;the bottom line is: i have a terrific amount of expenses, and no forseeable way to make ends meet in new york as an actor. i am lucky to have an avenue that i love and can pursue which can put me in the position to make a salary. now i have to be lucky enough to be offered a job!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;if i don&amp;#39;t find a good match, i will remain in new york, attempt to defer my loans further, continue to pursue acting, and apply for teaching jobs as they become available.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s scary to think about beginning a new arm of my wonky career path, but also fun. we&amp;#39;ll see what happens!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6867852692655765820?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6867852692655765820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/03/biting-bullet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6867852692655765820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6867852692655765820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/03/biting-bullet.html' title='biting the bullet'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8665284981037615877</id><published>2008-03-14T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:22.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the heights opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R9rWUthZ0iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKVea0WjBes/s1600-h/monneilheightsopening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R9rWUthZ0iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKVea0WjBes/s320/monneilheightsopening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177686372921233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday morning monica and i made our way back to new york (with help from cousin laura!) in order to attend the opening night festivities for 'In the Heights' on broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody who's reading this knows what 'in the heights' means to me- i saw lin's hastily created one-act version at wesleyan during my senior year. i got my hands on a copy of the soundtrack from that production. after tommy, anthony, john, and i had created back house productions the following year, johnny and i tried to impress upon anthony and tommy how talented lin is, and made the case that we should definitely try to 'do something' with him once he graduated from wesleyan himself. finally, i put the cd in tommy's hands and encouraged him to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years later, 'in the heights,' directed by tommy, written by and starring lin, opened on broadway to great fanfare. the intervening time was YEARS of hard work, workshop after workshop, presentation after presentation, auditions, rehearsals, phone calls, cheaply created wine and cheese spreads to make potential investors feel at home, and for tommy and lin, countless, innumerable hours of poring over the script or a keyboard, abject devotion to continuing the show's evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the early years, i was there as a co-director, tommy and i teaming up to make the workshops productive, to direct actors. but there were too many cooks in the kitchen, and tommy's vision was much more long-sighted than mine- he has a talent for taking the difficult steps (such as cutting songs and plot-lines entire, no matter their popularity) and focusing on the paths that will take a project ultimately to a better place. for the next couple of years i was happy just to act as a minor producer, a supporter really, doing whatever i could to make the workshops happen, to help tommy and lin and bill (our orchestrator) in their process. i listened to new rap lyrics and said 'heck yeah!' or hauled huge bundles of bottled water from staples to the theatre, or threw my shoe (which was our tradition) after a performer nailed a solo. back in those days, we didn't even have a drummer, so i would do my best to tap out latin beats on the baseboard in the corner of the theatre while lin worked out a rap-narration transition. i read stage directions at the readings, and fulfilled what were then minor roles (sonny in the bodega, who is now the funniest part of the show, hands-down, thanks to robin de jesus), and clapped harder than anyone when the presentation was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i backed off entirely, the show was moving forward, and i certainly was not going to be in its way. my role had really morphed into 'fan,' and there was no specific job appropriate for me as i continued my own personal pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't feel any less like a proud papa on sunday night, and i don't regret ANYthing about my trajectory with the show. i was there to help it get started, and that makes me as proud as i am about anything in my life. and i sat there in the house and watched as several people i love dearly had their dreams come true. and, the show is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got into new york in the early afternoon and i learned that the start time for the show was 6:30! i originally thought i wouldn't be able to make the opening, due to my current run of 'julius caesar.' but we inexplicably had no shows that sunday, and i called tommy about a week and a half out to see if there was still room for me. a seat at a broadway opening is a coveted item, and i was fully prepared to be denied. but they had one earmarked for me, always had, and hadn't released it yet. but they only had one, not another for monica. she was, however, invited to the party afterwards at chelsea piers. well, at about four, a call from tommy confirms the cancellation of a friend of his, and that there's an extra ticket for monica if she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were delighted, but immediately went into emergency mode. we would need to meet anthony for dinner before the show, and then would be going right to the party after the show, which meant less than an hour to prepare for the evening. no problem for me, but, you don't expect a fabulous and gorgeous woman like monica to go to the latin event of the year on an hour's notice. we were like a well-oiled machine- she did her hair and make-up, we picked up some fake diamonds around the corner, and borrowed some shoes from her mom's place down the street. did i say shoes? i mean hot wine-colored cole haan peep-toe pumps. i learn something every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowds at the show were insane. i don't know why, but it felt twice as crowded as a typical sold-out show, which i know is impossible. maybe it was the fabulous outfits and all the industry networking that slowed everything down. we had to rendezvous with people at the hotel edison across the street just to find each other. (the hotel ed became an indispensable intermission getaway too- we never would have relieved our bladders if we'd stayed in the theatre!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show: nuts. each character got two minutes of applause on their entrance. they just had to stand there, frozen in a moment, and wait for the cheering to subside. the energy was incredible. it was, for many, a broadway debut, and all had loved ones in the audience. showstopper after showstopper and people went hoarse from screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, after more copious applause, and tears, lin invited the production team onstage, designers, choreographer, etc... and tommy. my hands stung from clapping so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we missed the free shuttles to chelsea piers, so we took cabs. inside was a twenty-piece latin salsa band, open bars everywhere you look, and smorgasbords of latin foods. there had to be close to 2000 at the party. it was impossible to find anyone, and, after a couple rounds of food and drink, monica and i were about to leave when we finally found the pocket that had tommy and his family, and lin, and a steady stream of admireres demanding hugs and photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin gave me a huge hug. he grabbed onto my arm and said, "i'm gonna hold on to you for a while, i don't know who half these people are." it was clearly overwhelming. he couldn't get more than two sentences out to anyone before someone new was tapping him on the shoulder. i managed to get a bread pudding in his hands, cause i was worried he wasn't getting a chance to eat anything! i turned my back for a moment, and he had been whisked away again. later i found out that he'd solved his problem of too much hand-shaking-not-enough-fun-having by holding court on the dance floor. if you wanted to congratulate him, you had to do it in time with some serious salsa hot-stepping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monica and i eventually made our way home, and although it was freezing in new york by the water, i was warmed by two things: 1. the little hot chocolates they were handing out at the exit, and 2. the words i remembered lin saying into my ear as we hugged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is all because of you, you know that, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it's not necessarily true (talents like lin and tommy would and will shine, with our without my intervention), it was music to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8665284981037615877?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8665284981037615877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-heights-opening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8665284981037615877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8665284981037615877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-heights-opening.html' title='in the heights opening'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R9rWUthZ0iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKVea0WjBes/s72-c/monneilheightsopening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4596695454226536095</id><published>2008-02-23T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:38:22.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the heights</title><content type='html'>during this entire caesar process, a part of my heart has been in new york, with so many of my friends, rehearsing and opening the BROADWAY show, &amp;#39;in the heights!&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8 or so years ago, johnny mailer and i watched a one-act performance of &amp;#39;in the heights&amp;#39; at wesleyan, written by lin-manuel miranda. he was a KID at the time. a prodigy, yes, but a kid! after we started back house in new york, we invited him to come workshop the show with us, and he accepted. tommy kail, who started the company with me, really identified with the project and dedicated his considerable brain to the effort. what followed were years of readings, presentations, and workshops, 30+ new songs, most gone shortly after they came, and a whole lot of blood, sweat, and tears from many people to keep the train going forward. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;fast forward to today, it&amp;#39;s in previews on broadway, opening officially next month. it&amp;#39;s unreal. tommy is the director, lin, of course, is still the composer and now the star, and so many more of my friends are involved intimately in the show- in the cast, or doing arrangements, etc... i am no longer officially involved (not for about 3 years now), but my heart and tear ducts are as twisted up in that beautiful play as anything else in my life. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;yahoo! broadway&amp;#39; has two really fun short documentaries about the show now. you can see a lot of tommy and lin, and hear some music from the show. it&amp;#39;s so exciting, i can&amp;#39;t get over it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.broadway.yahoo.com"&gt;www.broadway.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;, follow links for &amp;#39;in the heights.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4596695454226536095?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4596695454226536095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-heights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4596695454226536095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4596695454226536095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-heights.html' title='in the heights'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2364254277311833999</id><published>2008-02-22T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:22.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sea of screens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R79U7asBlJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r5gpg4vOXyY/s1600-h/caesar04-753507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R79U7asBlJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r5gpg4vOXyY/s320/caesar04-753507.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169944276997608594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the show&amp;#39;s going great- still have the general ratio of two people who love the play to one who didn&amp;#39;t like it or &amp;quot;doesn&amp;#39;t get it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;our director left today, so it will be interesting to see if the play changes now that everyone knows he&amp;#39;s not watching.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;next week i&amp;#39;m looking forward to a ten AM student matinee! yay, audience of kids! we had a high school group filling half the house earlier this week and our stage manager said the view from the booth was breathtaking: a sea of cell phone screens as they text-messaged away during the show! i love it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;there are some fun pics of the production up at &lt;a href="http://amrep.org/caesar"&gt;amrep.org/caesar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2364254277311833999?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2364254277311833999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/sea-of-screens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2364254277311833999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2364254277311833999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/sea-of-screens.html' title='sea of screens'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R79U7asBlJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r5gpg4vOXyY/s72-c/caesar04-753507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2164758564143198815</id><published>2008-02-15T17:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:58:05.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>review</title><content type='html'>there&amp;#39;s a HUGE review in the boston globe today- finds the production pretty but that it overshadows the text itself- but more exciting to me (because i like simple pleasures) is the series of pictures- including one of the conspirators converging on caesar, including yours truly. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;if this link doesn&amp;#39;t work, search the terms &amp;quot;boston globe&amp;quot; &amp;quot;julius caesar&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;wrath&amp;quot; in google.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/theater_arts/articles/2008/02/15/the_wrath_pack?p1=email_to_a_friend" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.boston.com/ae/theater_arts/articles/2008/02/15/the_wrath_pack?p1=email_to_a_friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2164758564143198815?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2164758564143198815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2164758564143198815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2164758564143198815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/review.html' title='review'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3919424819145890985</id><published>2008-02-14T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:35:16.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>opened!</title><content type='html'>the show opened last night and boy are my arms tired. it&amp;#39;s been a long, wacky month+ of rehearsals and it will be an equally long and wacky run of performances. the show is three hours and change, but it is terribly fun to do. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s been some fun press about the show so far, and there are some pics up on the website, &lt;a href="http://amrep.org/caesar"&gt;amrep.org/caesar&lt;/a&gt;. if you search &amp;#39;boston globe&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;julius caesar&amp;#39; you can read a fairly tame teaser article about the show. i&amp;#39;m looking forward to reviews, because if they are anything like the audience response, they will be widely mixed. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3919424819145890985?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3919424819145890985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/opened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3919424819145890985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3919424819145890985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/opened.html' title='opened!'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2864970299193736464</id><published>2008-02-03T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:01:48.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fake public service announcement</title><content type='html'>in tonight&amp;#39;s post we harken back to the spring of &amp;#39;07.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;ll grant that my last production while studying at a.r.t., &lt;i&gt;killing game&lt;/i&gt;, was a bit of a mess, thanks to some seriously out of control class drama that went down. (hey, it IS called drama school.)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;the best thing about the production was the fake public service announcements that a few classmates and i made with the sound designer. they played in the house as people arrived to watch the play.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;below find a link to the announcements: the one to listen to is the fully compiled psa, at the top of the list, labeled &amp;quot;psa 052907.&amp;quot; it is a little repetitive, as it was meant to be heard in bursts, between smatches of conversation, etc... as people arrived in the theatre. in fact, it looped three times before our show.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;i voice all the guys, and it is a little long, but play it as background while you check your email or something, and i think you will slowly find yourself more than a little disquieted! i think it&amp;#39;s lots of fun.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blaseur.com/killgame/"&gt;http://www.blaseur.com/killgame/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2864970299193736464?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2864970299193736464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/fake-public-service-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2864970299193736464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2864970299193736464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/02/fake-public-service-announcement.html' title='fake public service announcement'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2675580908964445833</id><published>2008-01-29T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:22.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R57FwJeXB_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z5EiiiMEB90/s1600-h/mejuliuscaesar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R57FwJeXB_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z5EiiiMEB90/s320/mejuliuscaesar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160779653980817394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two weeks have been awesome- a whirlwind of all-day rehearsals, and superquick 1.5 day trips to new york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after almost three weeks of table work, we sat down to the table to start another long day, when jim, who plays brutus, said: "arthur, i'm not sitting at this table and reading any more. we can keep reading, but i'm going to stand up." arthur's face was inscrutable for a moment, and then, in his thick french accent, said: "okay. we have a run-thru."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, a run-thru is what you typically do after blocking each scene in the show. you work on the pieces, then you put them all together. when you go see a play, you are watching a run-thru.  what arthur proposed was to skip everything that typically goes in the middle of the process. three weeks at the table reading, and now, hey, let's put on a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short, it was awesome, albeit messy, weird, and funny-looking. we had a blast, and out of the sheer shock of trying to act out a whole play on the fly for the first time, we came up with a lot of fun stuff that remains in the show now. we've spent the time since then working on scenes individually, and running the show in parts and wholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great fun to do. during the show i get some great little monologues, plus i get to perform a dance, to murder an emperor, smear my hands in his blood, kill myself, and after dying, help another guy kill himself too. i get to wear a skinny 60's suit, smoke a cigarette, and scream at the top of my lungs. and all the who's of the who in cambridge will come to see it. and the best part of it all: i'm getting paid for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pic is of me in rehearsal waiting for my next scene.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2675580908964445833?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2675580908964445833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2675580908964445833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2675580908964445833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/action.html' title='action'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/R57FwJeXB_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z5EiiiMEB90/s72-c/mejuliuscaesar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3914474265439944895</id><published>2008-01-11T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:56:03.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strangers website</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;the russian version of the &amp;#39;strangers&amp;#39; website is up- not super helpful to people who don&amp;#39;t read cyrillic, but still fun to check out. once you click on the title page, if you click on the word &amp;#39;foto&amp;#39; (in russian it looks like POTO), there are some fun pics from the set. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chuzhiemovie.ru/"&gt;http://www.chuzhiemovie.ru/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3914474265439944895?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3914474265439944895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/strangers-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3914474265439944895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3914474265439944895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/strangers-website.html' title='strangers website'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2545296379366890453</id><published>2008-01-11T00:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:58:01.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring is early</title><content type='html'>in the middle of the second week of rehearsals for julius caesar, and it&amp;#39;s going great. we&amp;#39;re still sitting at tables, and on our fourth pass through the script. we keep discovering new things, and we&amp;#39;re making serious headway towards developing an understanding of the complex world of our production. but it&amp;#39;s getting harder and harder to sit at that table for hours upon hours per day! i don&amp;#39;t know if it&amp;#39;s the old theatre chairs from the seventies, or the windowless basement room, or the pasty fluorescent lights, but i&amp;#39;m getting more and more restless sitting there. i&amp;#39;m fully engaged in the work at hand, but my butt cries for some walking around, or at least an ergonomic chair!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the director told us at the beginning that the table work is the most important, and that his style is to keep actors at the table until they&amp;#39;re chomping at the bit to get on their feet- the idea being that there will be an energy and excitement and a literal speed to staging things since we&amp;#39;ll be so excited to be rid of the table. i think his technique is working!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i did have a costume fitting, which was fun. i&amp;#39;m gonna have a pretty sweet skinny black suit, and possibly some thick black-rimmed glasses. i&amp;#39;d love to get the glasses, because that&amp;#39;s a real gift for character development. i&amp;#39;ve started wearing a suit jacket in rehearsals, even at the table, just to get a feel for speaking shakespeare in one. it makes a difference, even if it is a very small one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cambridge has been unseasonably warm the last few days, which i&amp;#39;ve thoroughly enjoyed, but has definitely made the atmosphere outside weird. it&amp;#39;s odd that i can pull off flip-flops in january! in some corners and parking lots there are still huge melting chunks of dirty snow! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2545296379366890453?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2545296379366890453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/spring-is-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2545296379366890453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2545296379366890453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/spring-is-early.html' title='spring is early'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7042050235427579536</id><published>2008-01-04T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:42:22.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cambridge is cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just finished my third day of rehearsals here in cambridge for JULIUS CAESAR. it&amp;#39;s been amazing so far- i just pinch myself in rehearsal to see if i&amp;#39;m dreaming- it&amp;#39;s an cast, and amazing director, an amazing theatre, and of course shakespeare&amp;#39;s play is pretty good, too! i&amp;#39;m tremendously lucky to be here. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;that being said, it is COLD. the day before yesterday i got lost trying to find a castmate&amp;#39;s apartment and when i finally got inside, everyone lauged at the icicles in my mustache. seriously. icicles in my mustache. it&amp;#39;s colder here than it was in moscow! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;plus, i&amp;#39;ll have to get internet installed by Comcast if i want it in my apartment here. i am sitting in kinko&amp;#39;s now, breathing a sigh of relief, having gone nearly three days without internet. clearly it&amp;#39;s an addiction. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;in a few minutes i go to my first costume fitting, then i will go home to do more homework on this play. shakespeare is demanding!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;more soon.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7042050235427579536?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7042050235427579536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/cambridge-is-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7042050235427579536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7042050235427579536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2008/01/cambridge-is-cold.html' title='cambridge is cold'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3386897624733861863</id><published>2007-12-30T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:03:49.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome aught eight</title><content type='html'>well, tonight&amp;#39;s the last night of a long, luxurious visit to fort worth, where i had little to worry about besides the IRS (which was enough) and writing an article or two. tomorrow morning i fly to new york to be with monica for new year&amp;#39;s, and on the 2nd, i take the express train to boston to begin rehearsals for julius caesar. an extremely exciting way to start the new year!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;russia was a success, although the trip back had to be the worst plane ride of my life. i was sandwiched between a temper-tantrum-ing toddler and a big obnoxious guy who drank (too much) cognac for the entire flight. even dad&amp;#39;s super-powered Bose earphones couldn&amp;#39;t drown out that kid, and i didn&amp;#39;t have noseplugs for my other neighbor&amp;#39;s fragrant belches. to top it off, the electronics in my seat didn&amp;#39;t work, so i could not douse my light, or listen to the audio of the movies they were playing. now it seems like a good setup for a comedy sketch, but then i was miserable! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xmas was amazing, gorging myself on more sweets than i could name in a single breath, and spending quality time with dad, darius, and all the lovely ladies in my life: mom, emily, anahita, and monica. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;happy new year to you! &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3386897624733861863?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3386897624733861863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-aught-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3386897624733861863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3386897624733861863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-aught-eight.html' title='welcome aught eight'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-602828039812308357</id><published>2007-12-17T16:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:55:50.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one dub down, one to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;spent the last 8+ hours standing in a huge dark studio staring up at the movie, listening to audio in headphones and trying to talk along. the fun part is i don&amp;#39;t just have to do the lines and make them match my lips onscreen, but i also need to make all the &amp;#39;sounds&amp;#39; of my character as well, which includes breathing, laughing, grunting, exhaling exasperatedly, etc.... then it&amp;#39;s wacky to hear your emotive grunting booming back through the room over the loudspeakers. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;now after a couple of beers in the casino (aka hotel lobby) and a good dose of jet lag, i&amp;#39;m ready to hit the hay and try again tomorrow. i&amp;#39;ve been invited to my director&amp;#39;s house for dinner tomorrow night, which, according to my friend jenya the translator, is a rare honor. apparently he has a world class modern art collection in his home. it&amp;#39;s gonna be a trip! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;still miss xmas in texas though.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-602828039812308357?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/602828039812308357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-dub-down-one-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/602828039812308357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/602828039812308357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-dub-down-one-to-go.html' title='one dub down, one to go'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-588722586918055236</id><published>2007-12-16T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:08:48.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>russia, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;things have been great in fort worth- family friend betsy is in town and we went out for dad&amp;#39;s 62nd birthday the other night, dining with some serious zeal at Lanny&amp;#39;s. the next morning was reminiscent of pre-xmas saturday mornings of years long past- waking up to the sound of christmas music on the twin bed that is way too short for me, padding downstairs and receiving a made-to-order egg breakfast from dad. my longtime friend the cap&amp;#39;n came over to install some bathroom cabinets that he&amp;#39;d been working on, and i sipped coffee and yakked with him while he worked. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;so it was with some major reluctance that at around 2pm i piled into the car with dad and betsy to take me to the airport. after nearly 24 hours of interminable travelling, i arrived last night in the Korston Hotel and Casino in moscow. i tried to postpone sleep, but succumbed at 8pm after wolfing down room service pasta. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;so now it&amp;#39;s 6AM, i&amp;#39;ve been up for a couple of hours and i don&amp;#39;t go to work doing ADR for the&amp;nbsp;egypt movie&amp;nbsp;until 330 PM. i&amp;#39;ve wandered the hotel lobby which is&amp;nbsp;basically a full-service casino and filled with a lot of tired looking&amp;nbsp;gamblers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of course i don&amp;#39;t have an adapter for my laptop, and of course the hotel doesn&amp;#39;t supply or sell them. so i&amp;#39;ll read and watch bbc news for the next several hours until it&amp;#39;s time to work. i know once i&amp;#39;m in the studio i&amp;#39;ll have fun, but i just want to get this over with and get back home to xmas!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-588722586918055236?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/588722586918055236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/russia-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/588722586918055236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/588722586918055236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/russia-again.html' title='russia, again'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1025973428676157527</id><published>2007-12-10T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:42:14.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from cairo to cambridge (with a layover in moscow)</title><content type='html'>it&amp;#39;s been a month since my last confession. i mean post. and a lot has happened!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the great news is i&amp;#39;ll be headed to cambridge on january 2 to start rehearsals for &amp;#39;julius caesar&amp;#39; at the american repertory theatre. i&amp;#39;ve been to many auditions in the past month, but this one was the first one i went to after returning home from cairo. it&amp;#39;s awesome to be hired by the  a.r.t. again! the show is going to be weird and awesome. it runs from early feb to late march, and i&amp;#39;ll be updating this blog during the rehearsal process.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the medium news is i&amp;#39;m going to moscow this weekend to record audio for the russian film! it&amp;#39;s going to be two days of flying and two days of work (for not a lot of money) but it&amp;#39;s worth it to me to have my voice in the film. already one of our number has withdrawn, which means a new actress will do her voice... this has very negative repurcussions on the film, and on its potential to be marketed in america. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the bad news is i&amp;#39;m being audited here in fort worth, which is really what the holidays are all about, right? seriously, it&amp;#39;s a pain in the booty. if you want to be prepared for an audit, this is what you should do: keep EVERY bank statement on record for five years. on every bank statement notate EVERY deposit and mark whether it was a payment, and if not, where it came from. keep copies of every tax return and every earnings statement. keep detailed receipts of every expense, dated and itemized. all things i SHOULD have done, but also all things i&amp;#39;ve never heard of anyone doing. and they are practices which i get to start now because a. getting audited is like a financial bar mitsvah, and b. getting audited begets getting audited,  i.e., chances are high that i&amp;#39;ll get this privilege again in the next couple of years.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and full circle to great news again: at least the audit is an excuse to be home in texas, hanging with dad. we&amp;#39;ve been baking and decorating and generally being holiday-ey already, and been getting mutually excited to have the family together for xmas. the house is fully anahita-prepared, with high chairs and changing stations and a truckload of toys. all told, anahita, emily, darius, mom, dad, and monica &amp;amp; i will be here for the holiday. that makes me very happy. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1025973428676157527?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1025973428676157527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-cairo-to-cambridge-with-layover-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1025973428676157527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1025973428676157527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-cairo-to-cambridge-with-layover-in.html' title='from cairo to cambridge (with a layover in moscow)'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6922366836768692051</id><published>2007-11-05T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:01:26.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brutal</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be brutal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dropped off my first load of headshots and resumes at my agent&amp;#39;s office this morning, with her promise to begin sending them to casting directors for specific projects. then i get to hope that, based on my headshot/resume, they give me an audition appointment. then it&amp;#39;s simple. i just show up and get the job! first one she&amp;#39;s sending me out for: alabama shakespeare festival.  &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;film and tv are shut down because of the writers&amp;#39; guild strikes. it could last months. i can do student films and the like, but they don&amp;#39;t pay. i&amp;#39;m officially eligible for the stage actors&amp;#39; union, known as Equity. now i can join, and audition for shows that actually pay on the kind of scale i could scrape together a living on. the catch: i have to pay  &lt;b&gt;$1100 &lt;/b&gt;to join. YIKES.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;meanwhile, i&amp;#39;m going back to my old job at the drama book shop a few days a week to make a little (emphasis on little) spending cash, and i just got a writing assignment for los angeles confidential, massive thanks to the two friends i still have at the magazines! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i&amp;#39;m also acting as my own agent, trolling backstage casting notices and submitting myself for audition appointments. tomorrow i&amp;#39;ll just show up for an open call for the roundabout theatre company.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; here goes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6922366836768692051?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6922366836768692051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/11/brutal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6922366836768692051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6922366836768692051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/11/brutal.html' title='brutal'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-3309019192103164769</id><published>2007-10-31T18:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:40:05.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>i love running errands in manhattan on halloween. it&amp;#39;s nice to see neon red hair three times on one block, and to glance down a subway car and see a giant banana reading a newspaper. it makes me wish that every day was halloween, because i&amp;#39;d love it if people typically had so much fun expressing themselves with how they dress. of course, when i expressed that to monica she had to be a party pooper and said, &amp;quot;Well then Halloween wouldn&amp;#39;t be special anymore.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she&amp;#39;s right, but when i imagine a culture that wears plastic devil horns as much as neckties, i also have to think that their halloween would be something truly worth seeing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-3309019192103164769?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3309019192103164769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3309019192103164769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/3309019192103164769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2749202794457024951</id><published>2007-10-30T12:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:10:32.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>caesar audition</title><content type='html'>it&amp;#39;s amazing how i can spend more than half my life learning and accruing experience in this profession, the last two years training to be a versatile and skilled professional, and yet i can still walk into an audition and behave like a nervous schoolboy. hopefully as i audition more and more in this city, i&amp;#39;ll get over the pressure of the moment and just do what i&amp;#39;ve been trained to do. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;regardless, i felt i botched my julius caesar audition pretty badly. oh well! i plan to get &amp;#39;em next time!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2749202794457024951?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2749202794457024951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/caesar-audition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2749202794457024951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2749202794457024951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/caesar-audition.html' title='caesar audition'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2056257276007116081</id><published>2007-10-28T02:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:12:05.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bbq bliss</title><content type='html'>I just saw an ad on TV for a restaurant here in new york. Towards the end of the ad, it flashed quotes from positive reviews of the place in print. One was &amp;quot;&amp;#39;BBQ bliss.&amp;#39; -Gotham Mag.&amp;quot; It was pretty sweet to see my own words displayed on a commercial! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know, I&amp;#39;m easily amused. But it&amp;#39;s the simple joys, ya know?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2056257276007116081?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2056257276007116081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/bbq-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2056257276007116081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2056257276007116081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/bbq-bliss.html' title='bbq bliss'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4353108097978711051</id><published>2007-10-24T19:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:22:39.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scarlett's blog</title><content type='html'>for anyone yearning for more anecdotes and impressions from the egyptian experience, visit my fellow actor scarlett mcalister&amp;#39;s blog. &lt;a href="http://www.scarlettmcalister.com"&gt;http://www.scarlettmcalister.com&lt;/a&gt; and click on &amp;#39;scarlett&amp;#39;s blog.&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she has photos of all of us and stories that include my antics.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4353108097978711051?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4353108097978711051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/scarletts-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4353108097978711051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4353108097978711051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/scarletts-blog.html' title='scarlett&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1705671201570807401</id><published>2007-10-24T18:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:27:19.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ps headshots</title><content type='html'>by the way, if you look at the gallery, my headshots of choice are 97 and 114. let me know if you particularly love any others!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1705671201570807401?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1705671201570807401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/ps-headshots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1705671201570807401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1705671201570807401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/ps-headshots.html' title='ps headshots'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-452142473067804229</id><published>2007-10-24T18:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:25:43.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>headshots</title><content type='html'>getting back on my feet here in nyc, gearing up for hitting the streets (i.e. auditions) as an aspiring actor. on thursday, i have a private &amp;#39;callback&amp;#39; audition for a really great gig- i&amp;#39;m doing a lot of preparation for it (3 new shakespeare monologues!). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;putting in an order for a second set of headshots- my new agent wants me to have two different pics, for two different &amp;#39;looks.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if you&amp;#39;re really masochistic, want to see the anatomy of a headshot shoot, or just love staring at my face, you can see the best 150 shots from my photo shoot at  &lt;a href="http://www.philipkesslerphotography.com"&gt;www.philipkesslerphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;. follow the tiny link at the bottom for &amp;#39;photoshoot client access&amp;#39; and find my gallery under headshots. the password is &amp;#39;Neil&amp;#39; with a capital n. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i will keep posting updates every now and again- if anybody is out there still reading, thanks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-452142473067804229?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/452142473067804229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/headshots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/452142473067804229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/452142473067804229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/headshots.html' title='headshots'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1325094887995113428</id><published>2007-10-21T21:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:36:27.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>after a lot of limping and a very long flight, i am home at monica&amp;#39;s in new york. tomorrow... the rest of my life! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1325094887995113428?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1325094887995113428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1325094887995113428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1325094887995113428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2227552998056507209</id><published>2007-10-19T19:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:09:32.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>pictures of my last night of shooting and post-injury at &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=9692&amp;amp;l=49030&amp;amp;id=514867448"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=9692&amp;amp;l=49030&amp;amp;id=514867448&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2227552998056507209?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2227552998056507209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2227552998056507209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2227552998056507209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4956342839321454858</id><published>2007-10-19T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:02:29.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rusty nail</title><content type='html'>the good news: i&amp;#39;m finished! we shot a LOT of scenes today, including a cross-dressing scene and a brawl, and i&amp;#39;m finally done.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the bad news: during one of the shots tonight a malicious thick rusty nail punctured my foot and bored about 3/4 of an inch inside. boy did that hurt! luckily i had a tetanus shot right before leaving for cairo, and a doctor immediately came to set and dressed my wound and prescribed me three medications to avoid troubles.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i fly home monday. i have some great pictures from today which i will post soon.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4956342839321454858?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4956342839321454858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/rusty-nail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4956342839321454858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4956342839321454858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/rusty-nail.html' title='rusty nail'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2870699302312929688</id><published>2007-10-16T16:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:50:44.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wetness</title><content type='html'>tonight we had a lightning storm and, for about five minutes, RAIN! pretty sweet. we were going to eat at Mom&amp;#39;s, but since it&amp;#39;s out in a field, they brought it to us instead!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;going to bed. tomorrow is a 730 AM call for my &amp;#39;sobbing&amp;#39; scene. oh boy... &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2870699302312929688?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2870699302312929688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/wetness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2870699302312929688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2870699302312929688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/wetness.html' title='wetness'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1929437895314248644</id><published>2007-10-16T10:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:01:44.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people everywhere</title><content type='html'>three shooting days left (they added one) and tomorrow is a daytime one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the two nights in a row were exhausting, but great. i really wish that yuri wasn&amp;#39;t so frugal a director. he is so confident in his editing that he is usually satisfied with two takes, sometimes just one! but this is all new to me, and i watch the playback, and i know i can do it better. but it&amp;#39;s ok, it&amp;#39;s his movie! the best part about all this is that i&amp;#39;m finally learning a thing or two about film acting. part of me wishes we could go back and start over now, with what i&amp;#39;ve learned, but part of me just wants to get it over with and move forward with my life! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we drove into the thick of downtown again and went to... wait for it... yet another mall. (i&amp;#39;m not the social director!) this time a really big mall, called City Stars. and when i say big, i mean big. the atrium in the center opens up to reveal 8 stories of mall rising up, with mirrored escalators and those fancy clear elevators that you see at hotels. we ate where anybody would eat while in egypt, at a tex mex place called cantina laredo. the beef was imported from the US! we had tableside guacamole, queso, fajitas, everything. it was a cruel imitation of real tex mex, but satisfying to partake in anyway. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the traffic was insane. it&amp;#39;s already insane in egypt but the people were out in force. at 11pm on a monday night! i think when Ramadan ends, there is a big rebound of social activity. it&amp;#39;s an amazing thing about egypt- people, everywhere. the vans are stuffed like sardines and sometimes people are on the roof or standing on the bumper holding on for dear life. many drive with the sliding door open like it&amp;#39;s a big window. the cars park two, three deep on the side of the street- i don&amp;#39;t know how somebody leaves if they want to! and there&amp;#39;s sidewalk cafes on sidewalks that are barely wide enough to walk two abreast. people are hanging out at street corners, on medians, and they even stand around in intersections! the gates to the mall were closed and there were men in suits letting people in single file as if it were a nightclub! the result was a huge throng of people crushing each other against a gate. you&amp;#39;d think britney spears was on the other side! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a week left before home...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1929437895314248644?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1929437895314248644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/people-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1929437895314248644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1929437895314248644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/people-everywhere.html' title='people everywhere'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5891547233565443845</id><published>2007-10-14T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T13:02:26.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rated R</title><content type='html'>about to leave for my second night shoot- and tonight we film the scene that will guarantee my niece won&amp;#39;t watch this movie for at least 15 years or so. i&amp;#39;m kinda nervous.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5891547233565443845?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5891547233565443845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/rated-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5891547233565443845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5891547233565443845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/rated-r.html' title='rated R'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4961108247330254922</id><published>2007-10-13T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:39:30.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>night shoots rock</title><content type='html'>5:30 am, just got back from my first full-on night shoot. i like filming much better at night- i&amp;#39;ve always felt more creative juices flowing after dark. plus tonight i worked constantly. most days i&amp;#39;ve been sitting on my butt much of the time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my character&amp;#39;s jacket (plus its two duplicates) were stolen out of the costume room. that&amp;#39;s gonna be tricky for the film&amp;#39;s continuity. there&amp;#39;s one scene left from the first day in the world of the movie- they&amp;#39;re talking about having me wrapped in a blanket or some other visual non sequitur. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;egyptian coffee is just two fingers of caffeinated tar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;two make-up ladies sticking eyeliner pencils in your eyes is a great way to simulate crying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s a low-hanging lantern in the set and i hit my head on it tonight a total of seven times. seven. once so hard that make-up had to cover the mark on my forehead. yeah, i&amp;#39;m a professional. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4961108247330254922?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4961108247330254922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-shoots-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4961108247330254922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4961108247330254922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-shoots-rock.html' title='night shoots rock'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6327695138916842745</id><published>2007-10-12T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:56:26.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting there</title><content type='html'>Bleary-eyed days as I set my clock to nocturnal to prepare for night shoots.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Day-before-yesterday rode with Mark to the Dreamland Hilton for what anybody would do in Egypt after they&amp;#39;ve already been to Chili&amp;#39;s and the mall. Golf! I drove the cart and drank beer and generally heckled while Mark played 18 holes. I love golfing, but not playing. I just like to spend the day outside with a friend or two driving a golf cart around. I&amp;#39;ll let them hit the ground with their clubs and curse. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t go to the light show. My castmates got stuck in downtown traffic and there was no time to pick me up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m getting sick of crackers and bottled water as meals. Somebody DHL me some chocolate chip cookies!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Less than two weeks left, and only four more shooting days (nights) for me! But they keep changing the schedule around, so I&amp;#39;m always at the ready.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On-set photos at &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=9692&amp;amp;l=49030&amp;amp;id=514867448"&gt; http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=9692&amp;amp;l=49030&amp;amp;id=514867448&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6327695138916842745?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6327695138916842745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/getting-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6327695138916842745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6327695138916842745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/getting-there.html' title='getting there'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4716875550593594195</id><published>2007-10-09T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:44:42.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas</title><content type='html'>had fun yesterday shooting a scene where my character behaves (and dresses) rather outrageously. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kathleen&amp;#39;s boyfriend came to town, bringing with him a santa sack full of requests from us. he said he was thoroughly scared to make the trip after he saw our list: pepto bismol, immodium, nyquil, protein bars, and breath mints. me, i&amp;#39;m just happy to have my pepto. kathleen is like a little kid, she&amp;#39;s so happy to have her significant other here. it makes me very jealous! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;going to see the &amp;#39;light show&amp;#39; at the pyramids tonight. i&amp;#39;ll post pics of that and some from yesterday&amp;#39;s set tonight or tomorrow.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4716875550593594195?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4716875550593594195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/xmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4716875550593594195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4716875550593594195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/xmas.html' title='xmas'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8620105597769952812</id><published>2007-10-05T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:23.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last day in fayoum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/RwY5c1nhqpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb56x5_AQZo/s1600-h/Strangers_Fayoum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/RwY5c1nhqpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb56x5_AQZo/s320/Strangers_Fayoum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117841194145131154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pic from two days ago, our last shoot in the fayoum desert, thank god, since it's a teeth-rattling no-seatbelt two-plus hour drive each way. my castmates are from left to right, scarlett mcallister, actress and horse trainer extraordinaire, mark adam, country music singer and former member of one-hit wonder band deadeye dick, who rocked many a mix tape of mine in 1994, me, jeff grays, former atlanta falcon and general smooth operator, and kathleen gati, who's a hollywood pro and a former star of hungarian cinema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics of me dancing in the desert at http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7563&amp;amp;l=6e713&amp;amp;id=514867448&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8620105597769952812?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8620105597769952812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-in-fayoum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8620105597769952812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8620105597769952812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-in-fayoum.html' title='last day in fayoum'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/RwY5c1nhqpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb56x5_AQZo/s72-c/Strangers_Fayoum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1415306060708335</id><published>2007-10-04T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:22:31.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pain again</title><content type='html'>i&amp;#39;m afraid i just don&amp;#39;t have the stomach for this! yesterday i only ate food from the hotel and today i&amp;#39;m sick again. it&amp;#39;s very annoying!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1415306060708335?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1415306060708335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/pain-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1415306060708335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1415306060708335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/pain-again.html' title='pain again'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1911869871368677066</id><published>2007-10-02T18:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:10:47.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a terrible clown</title><content type='html'>here&amp;#39;s a link to a video of me attempting to entertain some of the kids at the studio set in cairo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Zv0ZfBPVgQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Zv0ZfBPVgQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1911869871368677066?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1911869871368677066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-terrible-clown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1911869871368677066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1911869871368677066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-terrible-clown.html' title='i&apos;m a terrible clown'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5593369925693385541</id><published>2007-10-01T06:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T06:44:36.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>caught a head cold, probably from all those kids, and because my system has been ravaged gastrointestinally. luckily it coincided with two days off from shooting, today being the second one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we found a little pizza parlor down the ghost town street from Mom. the food isn&amp;#39;t bad and it&amp;#39;s so cheap it&amp;#39;s basically free. it&amp;#39;ll probably become the default dinner spot, since the hotel restaraunt &amp;#39;Cote Jardin&amp;#39; is not cheap (or French, for that matter). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i have a basic cell phone that i bought out here, and it receives calls and text messages for free! so if you have an international plan and feel like a chat, call away! (0185796309)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5593369925693385541?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5593369925693385541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5593369925693385541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5593369925693385541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/10/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8912516904220750602</id><published>2007-09-29T17:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:16:36.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back in business</title><content type='html'>the internet&amp;#39;s back up at the hotel. so i will be posting again!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i finally put up pictures from our visit to the pyramids, if you can call it that. more like our visit near the pyramids. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7563&amp;amp;l=6e713&amp;amp;id=514867448"&gt; http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7563&amp;amp;l=6e713&amp;amp;id=514867448&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;today i went to the studio at 8AM, changed and got made up, and shot a scene for about an hour out in the sun. then i sat on set for five hours before they finally released me without shooting any more. pretty easy day! i think it was the last of the vaccination scenes- a good thing, since the little egyptian kids are so used to me prodding and pulling on them that they just walk up to me now and open their mouths for inspection. many of them do it while we&amp;#39;re not shooting! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one of the shots this morning was an incredibly close one. my huge head fills half the frame. the director cautioned me in his thick accent: &amp;quot;very close. small. small. small.&amp;quot; i tried to be &amp;#39;small&amp;#39; but i felt like i was just being &amp;#39;frozen.&amp;#39; he seemed satisfied, though, so hopefully it&amp;#39;ll look ok. i really have no idea how i&amp;#39;m doing with this movie- there&amp;#39;s not the same kind of feedback that you get from an audience or during a theatrical process. but i know i&amp;#39;m learning quickly, so even if i&amp;#39;m terrible, next time i&amp;#39;ll be better! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tomorrow the americans are off because the russian actors flew in tonight and will be shooting for the next day or so. it&amp;#39;s nice to get days off because i still feel weak from the stomach troubles, and also from the carb-heavy diet that i&amp;#39;m eating in effort to avoid risky foods. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;things are good!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8912516904220750602?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8912516904220750602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-in-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8912516904220750602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8912516904220750602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-in-business.html' title='back in business'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5798476352868269277</id><published>2007-09-28T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:18:29.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goooooooood morning cairo!</title><content type='html'>hello everyone!&lt;p&gt;thanks for all the emails- it gets very lonely out here and it was&lt;br&gt;really nice to know that the blog was missed.&lt;p&gt;several days ago the internet AND the phones went down in the&lt;br&gt;surrounding area and there&amp;#39;s no telling when they&amp;#39;ll be back up. i had&lt;br&gt;a day off today, and as i lounged by the pool i overheard some dutch&lt;br&gt;people conversing about how they picked up a wireless signal in the&lt;br&gt;gazebo area by the pool house. well, i just came out here, and voila!&lt;br&gt;the connection is spotty, though.&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#39;s been a very busy week. we started with that 3AM day, and we did&lt;br&gt;shoot a car wash scene and the goat rescue. we did one more day after&lt;br&gt;that in fayoum, shooting a scene where we&amp;#39;re pulled over and bill is&lt;br&gt;vomiting. the cars were covered in live locusts dipped in petroleum&lt;br&gt;for both days. not exactly ASPCA-friendly, and pretty gross to boot!&lt;p&gt;since then we&amp;#39;ve been at the studios, which thank allah, are only&lt;br&gt;twenty minutes away from the hotel. there is an entire village set at&lt;br&gt;the studios, which in truth doesn&amp;#39;t feel like a set. it is a complete&lt;br&gt;network of run-down buildings that looks like it was abandoned only&lt;br&gt;days before. we&amp;#39;ve been doing the vaccination scenes non-stop,&lt;br&gt;complete with 60 or so little egyptian rugrats all over the place.&lt;p&gt;for all of these group scenes, like the goat rescue, the car wash, and&lt;br&gt;the vaccinations, yuri&amp;#39;s approach has been to run the entire scene or&lt;br&gt;process three or four times, each time filming it all with two cameras&lt;br&gt;at once, and never explaining to us where the cameras will go. so i&lt;br&gt;never really know when i&amp;#39;m being filmed except when i sense a camera&lt;br&gt;looming over my shoulder, or when i accidentally look right into one,&lt;br&gt;which i&amp;#39;ve done a few times! my vaccination &amp;#39;station&amp;#39; involved&lt;br&gt;checking the kids off and inspecting their mouths with a tongue&lt;br&gt;depressor and listening to their chests with a stethoscope. MUCH&lt;br&gt;thanks to cousin karen, without whom i surely would have felt like an&lt;br&gt;impostor doing those things.&lt;p&gt;of course, there were several little ones that are so sweet and cute&lt;br&gt;you just want to hide them in your luggage and bring them home. (there&lt;br&gt;were two girls who would blow us kisses and say the only thing they&lt;br&gt;know in english over and over: &amp;#39;i love you!&amp;#39;) and, there also were the&lt;br&gt;required number of willful little devils as well. tomorrow i shoot a&lt;br&gt;scene where my character echos my own desire to steal one of the&lt;br&gt;little ones for my own.&lt;p&gt;haven&amp;#39;t had the food poisoning back full-force, but my stomach has not&lt;br&gt;been happy with me. all of us americans and many of the russians are&lt;br&gt;dealing with the same thing. the food&amp;#39;s pretty safe at the hotel, but&lt;br&gt;of course it&amp;#39;s very expensive.&lt;p&gt;we&amp;#39;ve eaten a couple more times at Mom, met Mom even, and enjoyed it&lt;br&gt;thoroughly while staring at the desert sky. last night we had the&lt;br&gt;company of an incredibly large harvest moon.&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#39;m very homesick, but i&amp;#39;m having fun at the same time. more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5798476352868269277?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5798476352868269277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/goooooooood-morning-cairo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5798476352868269277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5798476352868269277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/goooooooood-morning-cairo.html' title='goooooooood morning cairo!'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-8290191523318547365</id><published>2007-09-23T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:14:06.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we were aliens</title><content type='html'>drove the two and a half hours out to our &amp;#39;lonesome desert road&amp;#39; location just in time to suit up, get made up, and eat lunch in our new actors&amp;#39; trailer (basically a 70&amp;#39;s kitchen on wheels) before they informed us that there was a technical problem with the jeeps and we were not shooting any more. luckily scarlett and mark got some shots in before the trouble.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so we rode back, pausing at sundown at an outhouse-sized market in a little village for our driver to break his fast with three twinkies and a pineapple slushie in a bag. we actors made a heck of a stir in the village since we all still had our costumes on, which is pretty much safari gear, and our cameras and our loud voices. kids of every shape, size, and age poured out to the road and stood around looking at us as if we were aliens. which we are i guess. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we stopped fifteen minutes from our hotel at a mall named CarreFour that puts Hyper1 to shame. It&amp;#39;s vast, and not only has a Pizza Cream but also a Chunky Fries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;ve stopped being alarmed at the driving. surely we are chancing death every time we ride these streets, but only now do i start to feel the rhythm of the driving here. there&amp;#39;s no sense of security provided by strict speed limits and driving laws, or even defined lanes, for that matter. and there&amp;#39;s no car insurance. instead people drive extremely alertly, unified by their common goal of making to their destination alive. we&amp;#39;ve covered a lot of miles here so far, and i&amp;#39;ve never seen a wreck or a sign of one, but every car is pocked up like someone&amp;#39;s been hitting baseballs at it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;our current shooting area is in Fayoum, next to an enormous oasis of a salt-water lake that the Greeks used to call Crocodilopolis, and was a vacation spot for the pharaohs. it&amp;#39;s pretty amazing to see such a huge body of water, complete with waves, in the middle of the Egyptian desert. even before the oasis, most of the drive is very pretty, chopped up in tiny acre-sized farms, and large lots that look just like old southern plantations. farmers work in the fields, or lounge next to them, women working too, in everything from jean skirts to full burkas, and kids riding around on little donkeys. camels, cows, goats, dogs and cats are everywhere, too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s only 8pm but i just took a sleeping pill in hopes that i can get some rest before our 4AM call. they promise that tomorrow we finally will get to shoot the scenes we&amp;#39;re excited about- the attack of locusts, rescuing a goat, and my partner bill vomiting everywhere. yay! &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-8290191523318547365?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8290191523318547365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-were-aliens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8290191523318547365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/8290191523318547365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-were-aliens.html' title='we were aliens'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5778772856066518387</id><published>2007-09-21T15:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:42:15.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>minefields, goats...</title><content type='html'>recovering now from a serious bout of food poisoning. took a little more than 24 hours to run its course. luckily it set in just as the shooting day ended yesterday and we had today off. it was a long day! i&amp;#39;ll be packing my own lunch to the set from now on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the first day of shooting for me went well. most of the day i sat waiting in our &amp;#39;trailer,&amp;#39; which is an awesome ancient RV with a wood interior and modified with two AC units powerful enough to cool a grocery store. we shot some &amp;#39;driving through the minefield&amp;#39; takes at the end of the day, only got a half an hour of shooting in before the sun went down. for that half an hour i sat in the passenger seat of a jeep with a side-mounted camera as we drove all over the dunes. our director yuri was in the back seat and our translator was in the trunk space. pretty wacky.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tomorrow we shoot all day and do more car interiors, basically the opening shots of the movie. in the afternoon, if we get to it, we&amp;#39;ll shoot the &amp;#39;rescuing a goat&amp;#39; scene.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;more soon...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5778772856066518387?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5778772856066518387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/minefields-goats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5778772856066518387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5778772856066518387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/minefields-goats.html' title='minefields, goats...'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-7111320874016551861</id><published>2007-09-19T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:23:38.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dub you</title><content type='html'>the good news: i start shooting tomorrow! we&amp;#39;re doing the &amp;quot;jeep driving through the minefield&amp;quot; scene so i&amp;#39;ll spend the day jostling around looking scared. the word is that the first day of shooting today went very well. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the bad news: we learned today that they plan to dub us in russian instead of using subtitles for the russia release. i think that sucks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-7111320874016551861?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7111320874016551861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/dub-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7111320874016551861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/7111320874016551861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/dub-you.html' title='dub you'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6068563895485740420</id><published>2007-09-18T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:10:14.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>win win</title><content type='html'>tonight as we rode on a sweaty chain of camels with a far-off view of the pyramids, jenya got a call on his cell phone that the cameras were finally released.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;because of the russian actors&amp;#39; tight schedule, they&amp;#39;re starting tomorrow with them, and only one of us Americans, who has a scene with them. so it&amp;#39;s win/win. i get another day of vacation, and the filming gets underway! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we had a long script session with the director today which was fantastic. between the script sessions and the chances we&amp;#39;ve had to hang out and get to know one another, the shooting delay might have been a blessing in disguise. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;m exhausted. i&amp;#39;ll post pictures of camels and pyramids tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;love,&lt;br&gt;neil&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6068563895485740420?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6068563895485740420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/win-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6068563895485740420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6068563895485740420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/win-win.html' title='win win'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-5474248421333487012</id><published>2007-09-18T04:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T04:15:45.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we ate at Mom</title><content type='html'>Our cameras are still locked in customs, a situation whose direness seems to be increasing exponentially. The movie is losing money quickly. It&amp;#39;s hard to feel bad yet, though, since the result for me has been vacation. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We did spend four hours yesterday trying out various combinations of costume and makeup, and parading for the director, who is VERY opinionated about these things. He has a very demanding and singular vision for how the movie should look, and I respect it. At the end of it, he assigned me to sit by the pool and get some sun. I&amp;#39;ve had some easy jobs in my days, I&amp;#39;ll admit, but that one clearly took the cake. Maybe I should be a lifeguard!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last night we ventured out of the massive gates of the hotel and wandered through this area known as Sixth of October. It&amp;#39;s a really bizarre aesthetic here- a complex that has been built in the middle of nowhere in the desert... (I guess most of Cairo is like that!) ...it&amp;#39;s clearly trying to be a luxury area- there&amp;#39;s a Gold&amp;#39;s Gym, and several fancy hotels, one street of mansions (that I hear are homes to rich Iraqis fleeing the war), a condominium complex, and a couple of corporate campuses. But still, everywhere, are trashed-out abandoned lots with old construction materials in them, and the brickwork sidewalks are in dotted lines, petering out into curb-contained sandboxes and piles of unused bricks. It all has the feel that a grand design was hatched, and then halted about a quarter into production. The places that are finished are finished well- our hotel with its mushroom-covered lawns, and the Hyper One mall with its shopping cart that towers into the sky, but the rest seems to be ground down by the sand, steadily sliding into entropy.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We ate at a restaurant called Mom. It only is a restaurant because there are menus and food eventually comes; other than that it really is just a sand field covered with lawn furniture and Indian rugs and pillows. The food was fantastic, and I treated all six of us. We feasted, ordering EVERY appetizer, and each person had an entree (Jeff had two), and I dropped a whopping $50 to cover all of us. It did take two hours for the food to come out, so it was lucky that we still have a lot of getting-to-know-you to do, and the night was rather cool. Apple-scented shisha smoke wafted from around us, and a family of kittens circled us, mewing, but never getting close. The beauty of it all was a little busted when they dragged out a projection TV and blasted some channel with a never-ending story in Arabic, apparently centering on what a great party-town Beirut is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the walk back, we passed an enormous mosque, decorated in Xmas lights, in the middle of worship. Hundreds of people were praying, and a singing male voice was blasting at arena concert volume.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This morning, I wait to see if there are developments on the cameras, but they made it pretty clear that there are some Russian actors here that need to leave soon, they will probably shoot them first. We are tentatively planning on taking advantage of another free day and going to the Pyramids. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are more pictures up at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7563&amp;amp;l=6e713&amp;amp;id=514867448"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7563&amp;amp;l=6e713&amp;amp;id=514867448&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love you all.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-5474248421333487012?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5474248421333487012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-ate-at-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5474248421333487012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/5474248421333487012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-ate-at-mom.html' title='we ate at Mom'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-2286324250334025971</id><published>2007-09-16T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:23:22.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the mall</title><content type='html'>tonight my fellow castmates (plus our lovable friend evgeniy) and i did what any american would do in egypt: went to the mall. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the malls here are open until 2AM or later, and they close for a while at dusk for ramadan so that they can eat. so it was weird to get to the mall at 8pm and watch people opening up. other than that, and the arabic everywhere, it was fully a mall, in fact, fancier than most malls i know: there&amp;#39;s a waterpark on one end, and in the parking lot is a shopping cart the size of a football field. no joke. i&amp;#39;ll post pictures of it tomorrow. the mall had all of your standards: radio shack, KFC, and a place called &amp;#39;Pizza Cream,&amp;#39; where you can buy pasta in a cone. for dinner we again did what any american would do: ate at Chili&amp;#39;s and for dessert, Cinnabon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the two cab drivers took us from the hotel, waited for us for THREE hours, and took us back. each cab&amp;#39;s total came to less than $20. i had a full meal at chili&amp;#39;s, appetizer, steak, and drink, and my total was around $15. and apparently that&amp;#39;s still expensive for cairo. the drive was again death-defying, since all cars seem to be devoid of seat belts, and the egyptians have a peculiar habit of neglecting their headlights. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tomorrow morning: make-up and costume session, and i get a shave and a haircut!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-2286324250334025971?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2286324250334025971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/mall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2286324250334025971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/2286324250334025971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/mall.html' title='the mall'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1165226776269785877</id><published>2007-09-16T11:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:31:37.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hard living</title><content type='html'>I spent most of the morning today sitting out by the enormous 8-shaped pool, reading an awesome book. So far this job is pretty sweet. Tomorrow was to be the first shooting day, but it looks like things will be postponed, at least another day. For two days now, both of the cameras for the film have been locked up in Egyptian customs. It&amp;#39;s a huge ordeal now, verging on national incident, as the Russian government is attempting to intervene. Pretty fun stuff. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This afternoon we Americans watched a 45-minute instructional video on giving vaccines in the field. In a week or so, we will be shooting a big medical-tent-vaccinating-kids scene, so we&amp;#39;re studying up. The director has informed us that he&amp;#39;s procured a huge amount of Egyptian five-year olds to be our co-stars in the scene. It sounds like that day is gonna be a ball. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our first day of shooting will involve being in a jeep attacked by locusts and rescuing a goat from a bog. I think I&amp;#39;m gonna have fun with this!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just a couple of preliminary pictures are up on my facebook page. Go here to see them:  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7563&amp;amp;l=6e713&amp;amp;id=514867448"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7563&amp;amp;l=6e713&amp;amp;id=514867448&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1165226776269785877?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1165226776269785877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/hard-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1165226776269785877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1165226776269785877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/hard-living.html' title='hard living'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-6590677718821708383</id><published>2007-09-15T04:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T04:06:22.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>early morning egypt</title><content type='html'>woke up just before dawn today, disoriented. from my window, i watched the daylight begin to spread over the horizon, oceans of sand as far as the eye can see. i went downstairs and walked around the grounds. the morning was very cool, and they keep the grass around the pool so wet that there are actually mushrooms growing everywhere! i went to the buffet breakfast when it opened at 6:30... (12:30 AM in new york!) and feasted royally. i skipped dinner last night because i hadn&amp;#39;t exchanged any money yet, so i was happy to gorge and guzzle this morning. i feel a little lost, but i know things will change once i meet the other americans today. i miss monica already. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-6590677718821708383?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6590677718821708383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/early-morning-egypt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6590677718821708383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/6590677718821708383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/early-morning-egypt.html' title='early morning egypt'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1803997972142764961</id><published>2007-09-14T07:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T07:16:25.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cairomaniac</title><content type='html'>hi all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just a note to let you know that i&amp;#39;ve landed in cairo safely, ready to embark on egyptian movie madness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;off to a fun start- got through customs after an all-night flight, only to wait around in the airport lobby for an hour, scratching my head. turns out they thought i was supposed to be black, so they didn&amp;#39;t know i was the neil they wanted. i took a cab on my own to the hotel, and went on a harrowing, hour-long, near-death experience of a ride in order to get here. but i made it in one piece! and we went right by the pyramids! it&amp;#39;s early afternoon here, and for some reason i&amp;#39;m pretty wired, so maybe jet lag won&amp;#39;t be that bad. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is the only mass email i will send- this post and all my subsequent posts will appear on my heretofore rarely-used blog, at &lt;a href="http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. so you can follow my progress there! i&amp;#39;ll send a reminder of the url in a week or two. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;all my best!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~neil&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1803997972142764961?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1803997972142764961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/cairomaniac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1803997972142764961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1803997972142764961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/cairomaniac.html' title='cairomaniac'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-1046293393454343533</id><published>2007-09-14T07:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T07:02:18.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in egypt!</title><content type='html'>the first of my transmissions from egypt. just got into the hotel and linked up. more soon.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-1046293393454343533?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1046293393454343533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-egypt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1046293393454343533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/1046293393454343533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-egypt.html' title='in egypt!'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14058613.post-4795676401617676769</id><published>2007-06-13T17:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:52:15.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>testing the blog via email feature, take two.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14058613-4795676401617676769?l=ilovebigneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4795676401617676769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/06/test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4795676401617676769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14058613/posts/default/4795676401617676769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebigneil.blogspot.com/2007/06/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Big Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12819633774815398986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdHcPKbi_A/SQzWHL6dooI/AAAAAAAAACY/R6-fFhL_wrA/S220/hotstache.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
