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Cinnamon and Soderbergh

Two goofballs in Laguna Beach, feeling just as giddy as the day they met

Two goofballs in Laguna Beach, feeling just as giddy as the day we {err, “they”} met

The Halloween to Thanksgiving stretch always feels extra special to me, because it marks when my sweet and I first met and began courtin’ (as some of the old-fashioned Southerners I was friendly with at the time called it). Right about now marks the fifth anniversary of that super-nostalgic feeling for me, and whenever I breathe in the crisp air of fall I can’t help thinking about my husband’s and my first date in a Mexican cantina, where we sat on the patio for hours, had a Diet Coke drinking contest, debated the merits of Soderbergh films, and I proceeded to question him relentlessly about every last piece of minutia of his work and personal dreams. It’s crazy to think that since then we’ve both quit drinking Diet Coke and moved halfway across the country from that cozy patio. But, funnily enough, our new home is right up the street from a Mexican restaurant by the same name as that Austin-based cantina, and each year since we’ve been in Los Angeles my husband has brought home takeout carnitas on the anniversary of our first date.

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Love

Three Zero

My love and me captured by the lens of Clayton Austin

Just three years ago today (on October 30, 2008), my husband and I had our first date on the patio of a sleepy cantina in Austin, Texas. We talked about Soderbergh movies, had a Diet-Coke-drinking contest, and I decided then and there that I wanted to know this handsome guy forever. By some crazy stroke of good fortune, he made the very same decision about me on that creaky wood patio, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world because I get to know him a little bit more every day for the rest of our lives. It won’t always be as easy to know each other as it is now, and I would be lying if I said this didn’t scare the shit out of me. But, a wise person once told me no dream is worth having unless it scares you a little. I guess this scariness (of the mysterious future, the hard work, and the backaches it will likely take to support one another in the years when our batting averages aren’t so stellar) is really just a small price to pay in order to live out the dream of knowing my dearest friend for all eternity.

Psst: The above photo is part of a love story that was shot by the infinitely talented Clayton Austin back in May of 2011. Would you like to see more snippets from this photographic love story? Leave a comment.

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Movies and TV

Moving Pictures

Creating the set for CONSUMED, still photography by Catherine Jackson

I’ve always loved the term “moving pictures” and all its old-fashioned glory. I particularly adore this antiquated term because it not only describes movies as pictures that flit across the screen, but it also hints that these pictures have the power to move us emotionally as viewers. I mean, can you honestly say you’ve never been jolted by swells of music and the sight of a leading man running across a battlefield to be with his betrothed, or rocked to your secret feminist core by the roundhouse kicks of a leading lady as she overcomes super-powered monsters and all the odds? These stirrings inside us are often small and vary greatly depending on how epic a movie is and how grand our suspension of disbelief is on any given day, but I think we all watch movies (every single time and no matter the genre) simply because we want to be moved. Due to the fact that it takes so many resources just to set the filmmaking process in motion, these emotional stirrings almost always begin long before casting, shooting, or writing even starts, and this was certainly the case with the short film I made back in May…

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Inspiring Tidbits, Movies and TV

Plans and Premieres

Our tireless producer laying an entire tile floor for the set of “Consumed” – I know there’s a pun in here somewhere about best-laid plans, but I’ll let you off the punny hook

Today the trailer for “Consumed,” the short film I wrote and executive produced(!!!), premiered online for the world to see. I also launched a post-production fundraising campaign for the film only to realize that the funding site I was using (and promoting the living daylights out of) was down for maintenance all day. In short, this translates to one epic win and one embarrassing failure on my behalf within the last 24 hours. Although the awkwardness of sending out an unusable link to dozens of people still stings a bit, I think I’m going to try and bask in the epic win instead for a while…

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A Consuming Passion

Geoffrey Barnes and Antoinette Robinson in “Consumed” courtesy of Catherine Jackson

I’m currently sinking my teeth into the tall task of submitting my short “CONSUMED” to international film festivals, whilst kicking off a fundraising campaign to help bring our story to France and other far-flung places. As I figure out how best to implore festival judges to give this movie a shot, I’ve done a lot of soul searching – trying to be really honest with myself (and the people I’m pleading to) about why this story is worth sharing. This also means I’ve been thinking a lot about why exactly it is that I do what I do, as well as pondering my passion and the message I want to share with the world through my art. Not a bad thing to think about on a Thursday afternoon. It’s actually so nice to take this time to remind myself of the roots of my creative passion, and I think we should all do this more often amidst the daily grind. As I attempt to put my mission into words, I figured I’d ask you about your story as well…When was the last time you really thought about the things driving your life’s work? Or, here’s the big question: what is the fabulous, heartfelt reason that you do what you do?

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Kitsch Fixes

Kitsch Fix #37: Austin Adieu Part Deux

Luscious-lipped cow statue in front of Amy’s Ice Cream in Austin, TX

My last week in Austin has included eating heaps of chips and queso, kayaking on the Colorado River, listening to a free Bob Schneider concert on a picnic blanket while drinking contraband wine, and taking in as much kitsch as possible. I feel such a rush of emotions as my love and I prepare to leave tomorrow morning, and maybe you’ll have a slight notion of why when you see some more of the absurd things that dwell in every nook and cranny of this city.

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Kitsch Fix #36: Austin Adieu

Guitar-and-fountain-drink-holding statue above Fran’s Hamburgers in Austin, TX

I am only 1.5 days away from leaving Austin for good, and I figure it would be a shame to depart without paying an homage to some of the kitsch around town I have yet to share with you. After all, I’m a gal who moved to Austin in search of love and kitschy plaster statues. So, let’s hear it for rollerskating, guitar-playing ladies who pedal hamburger meat at drive-ins; jolly-green midgets who promote smoothie shops; and submarine sandwiches that sit atop old-time Western storefronts like defective, cheese-filled UFOs. Austin, this is why I love you…

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Sweet Nothings

Southern Comfort

Old Volkswagen Bug painted like the state flag of Texas, which I spotted on the streets of Austin a few weeks ago

Once upon an abandoned parking lot in 2005 there lay a dead bird and an industrial-sized snow scraper atop sweltering Texan asphalt. It was the middle of March and I had just moved to Austin three days prior without a single job prospect or acquaintance as far as the eye could see, and this mammoth snow scraper had become my weapon of choice in lieu of a knight in shining armor on speed dial. About an hour earlier, I’d set out to Home Depot with the simplest intention of buying an extra can of “Orange Rose” paint so I could finish my living room walls, but the aviary universe had other plans…Just as I was turning onto a highway access road and hitting the accelerator, no less than 30 young birds alighted off the ground at a nearby street corner. I’m sure there is a mathematical equation that could explain how my speed times their velocity and the gusty winds equaled fatal contact, but who needs numbers when you’ve got visceral dings, splats, and oozes of green slime?

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Kitsch Fix #35: Rooftop Rex

Plastic dinosaur atop Wheatsville Co-Op in Austin, TX

There’s been this pesky, giant, green monster haunting my side-view mirrors every day for as long as I’ve lived in Austin. And, believe you me, it’s a scary sight. I jump almost half of the times I see this Godzilla-like creature towering over the Austin skyline, and I often suspect it is going to swoop down and eat me while I’m running errands on one of the city’s busiest streets. Whenever I look closer and realize it’s just a fake dinosaur sitting atop a food co-op I not only breathe a sigh of relief, but I remind myself that I really should research why on earth this dino is a mascot for a neighborhood food store. After years of reminding myself to look into this mystery, I finally contacted Wheatsville Co-Op’s general manager, Dan Gillotte, and he gave me the skinny…

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Kitsch Fix #33: Flamingos Revisited

Pink, white and mauve flamingos all boxed up and ready to move out of The Flamingo Place in Austin, TX

Do you remember the field of plastic flamingos I shared with you several months back? Well, I was organizing photos a few days ago and came across some snapshots from The Flamingo Place (R.I.P.) that I’d completely forgotten about…Although this former garden store only allowed pink flamingos to populate their front lawn, they sold a rainbow’s variety of plastic flamingos inside. When I stopped by to snap these images in December, all their unsold flamingos were boxed up in cardboard awaiting the highest bidder or a dump truck, and I can only hope they all found happy homes that kept them together with large groupings of their siblings. I not only adore being reminded of these flamingos’ spotted, Technicolored and metallic finishes, but I also just love seeing them together in heaping piles; there’s something about a plurality of kitschy objects that makes them all the more marvelous…

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