One of These Nights

LAX&SuperMoonPeople ask me sometimes if I liked living in Los Angeles. The snapshot here contains part of the answer. It’s not just a view, it’s an interior landscape.

Outside the frame, the illuminated silhouette of the downtown skyline pries through the June gloom. In the blackness — unilluminated (except for those times when the fires burn) — the Santa Monicas, Verdugos and San Gabriels ring the basin. The Pacific Ocean lies a mile or so behind camera.

Inside the frame (hard to see, but to the left above the iconic pylon installation, scattered like fireflies), approach lights from a dozen commercial aircraft hone in on the beckoning tarmacs. And yes, that’s the moon to the right, unretouched. (JFK concocted the moon race during one of his frequent trips to L.A.: little known fact.)

I was in western New York recently: Finger Lakes, waterfalls, riesling, sailing. Very nice (in June, not in January).

But this is perennial. Electric and tectonic. A Rorschach.

2 Days in L.A.

Saturday morning I hopped on the first plane out to L.A. and spent the weekend on the Raleigh Studios lot, attending a 2-day screenwriting seminar conducted by brilliant screenwriter Guillermo Arriaga, author of Amores Perros, 21 Grams, Babel, The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada and The Burning Plain (which he also directed). (Arguably, one of the great screenwriting “runs” in history.)

Saturday night — in between the two day-long sessions — I spent with a frequent collaborator as we mapped out the resumption of two spec feature scripts, both of which have potential avenues for production funding … the session starting at Lucy’s El Adobe, which has its own hallowed place in L.A./Hollywood lore.

Sunday night: just enough time for a La Brea Bakery panini at LAX before getting on the last plane back to New Mexico … and now let’s see if we can advance some projects in the months ahead…