An evening with Kiefer Sutherland

I can now comfortably stop being jealous of my friends and fellow Dittos down at SXSW right now. I could not possibly have gone to Austin this year, you see, because I had a prior meeting with Jack Bauer (photo) right here in DC, minutes from my apartment, at the DC Independent Film Festival. (Thanks to Catherine for the tip and Ginny for accompanying.)For the closing film, they screened I Trust You To Kill Me, a rockumentary about Kiefer and Rocco Deluca and the Burden, one of the first bands that his music label signed. Somewhat surprisingly for a music documentary, it was only half about the music. The other half was a very up-close and intimate look at Kiefer’s off-screen life (as well as Rocco’s) and his attempt at being tour manager for this [then] upstart band.In short, the film was awesome. It had all the ingredients of awesome-filmness:

  1. Band on tour
  2. Globetrotting to European and Scandinavian cities
  3. ‘Live’ rock and roll (accompanied by edgy music-video inspired scene transitions)
  4. Gratuitous behind-the-scenes shots of CTU and the 24 set. And Audrey Raines!
  5. Rock star and celebrity actor’s intertwined personal quests for meaning and fulfillment (you can go either way on this one, but the film definitely benefited from this)
  6. Adventure

The movie was great, but the real take-away for me is that Kiefer now earns top placement on my coveted list of people I’d most like to party with. (Sorry, Clinton, but you’re now #2.) This guy is funny, knows how to have a good time, and is definitely not the ass you’d expect him to be. He also seems sort of lonely and empty inside, but that’s neither here nor there.After the movie, the two filmmakers came out with Sutherland for a discussion with the audience. And no, the 14 and 15 year old girls who ran up to ask if they could visit him in LA or get a hug right there did not once make me question my intentions for showing up. I’m a true supporter of independent film regardless of any coincidental appearances by the most badass dude from the best show on TV. After the discussion, they pulled back the curtain and Rocco and his band actually played a short set, which was pretty cool for a Sunday night in Van Ness. Or any Sunday night. Turns out they’re much better live in real life than ‘live’ in a movie — check out the tracks on their first album.

oh the kodak moments i’ve missed

the only RSS feed that i’m really compulsive about checking in my reader is my flickr feed of new photos uploaded by friends or flickr contacts. but i’ve had this horrible sneaking suspicion that something was up with my feed during some recent conversations where others have referenced photos that i know i should have seen but definitely had not. i’m probably the last person to discover this, but it turns out that flickr does not add all of a person’s new photos into your feed of contacts’ photos — it’s more like the last 10. so, if you’re one of my flickr friends, i’m sorry if i’ve missed some of your award-winning shots. i’m poking through now to see what i find… also, has anyone figured out how to get a complete feed of all contact photos from flickr?

It’s all bad and good, good and bad

Shimkin is leaving the building the end of the week, which means I won’t have the pleasure of watching Geri butcher his name into Shlimpskin again. The good news is that I’m getting his big TV, which is 3-4″ bigger than the TV i got from Emmet when he left DC. (A few more years here and i’ll be due for a nice flat plasma.)We’ve had some really great thunder and lighting storms for the past 48 hours or so (good). But Justin and Michelle’s apartment is flooding again and the federal government is shutting down, and the rain’s not supposed to let up for days (bad).Speaking of Justin and Michelle — Great hike in Shenandoah National Park over the weekend (photos). Virginia is For Carnivores, we learned — not herbivores.The stupid new owners of the Wardman Park Marriott, JBG Companies, just clear-cut all the big old trees in the park out front (except for a few token trees by the street). All of these massive and impressive trees are laying on their sides like carcasses waiting for the wood chipper to come and shred them to pieces. It’s probably the most terrible visual thing I’ll experience all week. There’s no good part here, and it’s too late for the Lorax. We failed as residents to save the park.And finally, the big media is all ablog about climate change these days. So now we just need to do something about it. (Yea, the Sunday NYT nonchalantly threw “ablog” into one of its articles… I’m trying it out for myself.)UPDATE: Almost forgot the most important one– An interview with 24 writer David Fury in the latest issue of the Official 24 Fan Club Newsletter confirms that Joel Surnow and other producers are die-hard conservatives. But Fury is an ultra-liberal. And there’s a new 24 blog.

Photos from EuroDiesel III

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It took me long enough to get these photos up. I’m just glad they still exist ’cause the whole thing seems like a dreamy blur, and I want to remember that it actually happened. Despite my best efforts at positive thinking, returning to work (a job i even love) wasn’t nearly as comparable to our 9 day party in the Swiss Alps and London as I had hoped. For those of us (Tim and me) who don’t actually live and work in international destinations like London (Ned) or St. Moritz (Jimmy), it definitely took a few days for the re-entry process (ie. de-tox and depression) to run its course.

I also haven’t stopped moving around since Feb 10 when this trip began, which also says something about the photo delay and this general life blur. It turns out that I’ve managed to spend no more than 18 nights in DC over the past 5 weeks (as I post this from a hotel room in NYC). If I listed here all the places I’ve ended up recently, you’d stop feeling sorry for me. So I’ll distract you with some good airport stories, coming soon.

Anyway, here’s the evidence of a ridiculous vacation that couldn’t really have turned out any better — enjoy.

NYE on the beach: Photos from the Redneck Riviera

Only 39 days overdue, I just posted photos from the New Years expedition that Ginny, Ben, and I took down South.The window for sharing the long version has long passed, so the short story is that Ginny commandeered a white pickup for us from Nashville which we drove stright down to northern Florida, stocked up at Betty’s family fireworks before crossing the AL border, and spent a few days advancing Grayton Beach and Seaside in prep for our NYE bonfire and fireworks. Preparations for the feast and fire included several midnight and 6a visits to the sherrif’s office and critical sunset happy hour planning meetings, porch-side. Walk-throughs reserved for evening. After holding the line on the beach for the actual event and being only partially showed-up by our neighbors’ 5-hr fireworks displays and bonfires, we kicked off New Year’s day with some quiet time on the road, followed by 20 hours of decompression in Shelbyville and Nashville, including Mr. Hunt’s famous black-eyed-pea/fried chicken/cornbread/spinaché feast. What’s missing from the pics? Other than everything that took place between 6 pm and noon the following day, it’s all there, save for the beautiful abundance of blinking arrow signs garnishing every other business and residential entrance between Grayton Beach, FL and Shelbyville, TN. Oh, and a spirited competition among churches for the best temporary signage — the winning display: “God Reads Knee Mail.”

Photos from Roma

This is the set that Nicco shot of what Emily so kindly dubbed as our honeymoon:I still need to upload my photos, which are completely different.It was fast and productive trip for work, and Nicco and I got along great, which is surprising since it’s hard to travel with most people.