brothercyst: March 2011

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


"I drunk dialed Harry Dean Stanton 3 times last night.  It appears we spoke for sixteen minutes each time.  I have no memory of this."

Or maybe you left three sixteen minute voicemails? 

Either way, cool.


My former NYC hypnotherapist featured on DailyCandy.  He's good, and worth it.


I went for a walk up my street this afternoon with a friend because it was a particularly sunny day after almost a week of rain and we had some ideas to brainstorm on. We walked through the hills up a bit higher. On the way there, an old lady standing outside her house shouted, "You look like twins!" On the way back down, fifteen minutes later, she was standing in exactly the same place and we stopped to talk to her. She said she used to walk her dog up the hill, back in the days, presumably many decades earlier, when her house and the neighbors' house were the only ones on the whole street. "There were owls that would hoot, and rabbits, and even wolves. That was the bad part, the wolves." She pointed at a white mini-mansion across the street. "And then they came and built that monstrosity... and that other monstrosity on top of it... and these other monstrosities..." After we said goodbye, we kept walking on down the hill past her neighbors' Aston Martins and Bentleys, and an enormous pale hawk flew overhead and unleashed a torrent of white hawk-shit into the air.

My neighborhood is interesting.  Just like in New York, where I lived on Wall Street paying pennies relative to what my neighbors paid, I've found a very cheap rent in a storied neighborhood in the Hollywood Hills.  (Five people live in my house, which was previously occupied by the bandleader Woody Herman.)  All the neighbors are millionaires, some probably many times over, zooming through the hills in their $150,000 supercars.  This makes me feel zen... there is nothing I could do in my chosen profession that would give me the sort of wealth that these people have.  So, back to the writing.

Saturday, March 26, 2011


I just saw Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.  I wanted to see it because of this beautiful trailer.

There are several amazing, beautiful scenes, particularly a dinner table scene early in the movie that is so lovely and strange I could watch it several times over. And there are also many maddening, unforgivably boring scenes. Oh well.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Saturday, March 19, 2011


I've been rereading Peter Straub's Koko.  Pleasing. 

Last night I watched George Ratliff's film JoshuaIt's awesome.  Best "creepy kid" movie that I've seen in a very long time.  The score by Nico Muhly is a little pushy/annoying, but that's my only complaint, and the song that Joshua plays at the end (written, startlingly, by Dave Matthews) is great and perfect for the film.  Sam Rockwell is great and so is Vera Farmiga (although in this case, that meant I loathed her character).  What a creepy film.  The final sequences, during which Rockwell realizes what his son is up to and starts keeping him at arm's length in the house to protect the baby, are great. 

"Dad, I'm scared." 
"Go to bed." 
Closes bedroom door, locks it.

Friday, March 18, 2011


Some things just don't want to change.

“There is nobody in this room that is surprised by the general tenor and the tone of what this report has to say,” says the city's mayor.

Thursday, March 17, 2011


Washington Post article on my dad's concerts this week at the National Gallery in DC.  Wish I were in DC for this...


Last night I saw Black Death... it was surprisingly good.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


Wrote some words about Spurious by Lars Iyer, which I liked.

I'm psyched to read Kit Reed's new collection, What Wolves Know.  From The Financial Times:

by Kit Reed
PS Publishing £19.99 232 pages

Kit Reed has published 22 novels and over a hundred short stories, has garnered awards, and remains as critically feted as she is commercially underrated. A reason for this is that she one of those authors whose work loiters at the mainstream edge of SF. She calls herself "transgenred" acknowledging the problem that her fiction is too fantastical for most literati and too literary for most fans of the fantastic.

Her new collection,
What Wolves Know, available in a limited edition from a small press, is unlikely to raise her profile dramatically. It is, however, confirmation of an extraordinary, still-burning talent. Here are tales of mothers who are monstrous in their maternalness, families on the brink of implosion, children mutated by parental pressure in every dream home a dystopia.

Of particular note are the title story, about a boy raised by wolves who struggles to adapt to the modern world; The Blight Family Singers", a bizarre satire on the Von Trapps; and the seething "Special," with its splendidly mordant and unforeseeable punchline. --James Lovegrove 

Sunday, March 13, 2011


Reviewed The Tiger's Wife for Daily Beast.  Multiple friends showed up this weekend from the city.  Ned was away at South by Southwest for a panel.  I missed Mike Young's reading at Skylight Books (sorry Mike!).  Am exhausted and must stay up all night tonight.

Friday, March 11, 2011


My mother woke me up at 4 am this morning to tell me there was an earthquake in Japan and there might be tsunami.  I assured her that it wouldn't reach me, and immediately went back to sleep and had a dream that a towering tsunami hit New York and submerged the island and I had to swim around the Financial District.

Thursday, March 10, 2011


I've been reading a lot of nonfiction lately.  Nothing mindblowing.  Looking for a good book to devour.  Yesterday I watched Training Day again.  I had forgotten what a great movie it is.  And what a great screenplay.  Everything in the script is there for a reason, used for a purpose.

I was re-reading the stories in Teatro Grottesco a little bit on Tuesday.  They make my stomach hurt.

Last night I was out at a birthday party, bowling.  I don't know how to bowl.  Then I noticed the guy next to me was David Arquette.  I love David Arquette, he's one of the most underrated actors around (and he was in two of the most underrated movies around, Antonia Bird's Ravenous and Tim Blake Nelson's The Grey Zone).

Also, here's an interview where the stand-up comedian Louis CK asks Donald Rumsfeld over and over if he is a lizard person who has tasted human flesh (as per the theories of David Ickes).

Friday, March 04, 2011


I'm reading The Tiger's Wife now to write a review.  So far, it's terrific.  "The elephant passed, slow, graceful, enchanted by the food in the young man’s hand.  The moon threw a tangle of light into the long, soft hairs sticking up out of his trunk and under his chin.  The mouth was open, and the tongue lay in it like a wet arm."

I just saw We Are What We Are in the theaterIt's about Mexican cannibals.  The second act is terribly slow but there are some wonderful moments and performances.  And it has that pleasing title.