New Blog

I have set up a new blog, one which requires an invitation to be submitted in order to read it, about the making of the American Primitive screenplays.

The reason that this is an invitation only blog, is that it might be more racy or bold in its writings than this blog, as it will attempt to go a little darker and more in detail about the thinking behind the film.

If you are interested in reading it, simply write me at fprmclain@hotmail.com, or comment below, and I will invite you.

Cigars!

This would probably be a neater photo, if the car was in motion and the scene was desert highway, not a suburban state office outpost. But then, I would not be able to take it and drive.

The Love of My Life

The love of my life is not a romantic interest; it is this little girl...6 years old, sharp as a tack, emotional, bright, artistic, funny, sensitive, and fearless. A lot of times, I see her mother in her, but then...as in reflected in the picture below, I see how she is mine...very much so.

And I smile.

My little girl.

I Was Born Too Late.....

The bumper cars at Hoffman's Playland 5/10/08.













I should have been born in the 1920's, so I could enjoy the 1950s as a young man. If I were the same person I am now, I would have embraced the undercurrent of change that was manifesting itself ever so subversively then...the poets, the jazz, the movie makers (Kubrick, for one...a true 1950s independent), the early days of the sexual revolution.

When I go to amusement parks, such as Hoffman's here in the Capital area, and I see things relics like the bumper cars in the photos above, I feel at home.

Interesting, I enjoy the 1950s, but still consider myself a 21st century man.

Women and Bourbon

On a scale of 1 - 7 of sensual pleasures, sharing bourbon and conversing with a holistically beautiful woman rates a 9!

There are very few women who enjoy bourbon, so when I find them, they are quite special, and the moments are sheer joy.

Below is the treat I shared with a gal, a real cool Marlene Dietrich ("I'll have what the boys in the back rooom are having.") lady. From left to right: Basil Hayden, Woodford, Bookers and Bakers...I think.

Freedom on Four Wheels

A new (used) black Mitsubishi Galant, 2003, four-door, sun roof, automatic, only 48,000 miles on it...and black.

I love driving and now will be more mobile, more free, more energized.

The drive from the dealer in Catskill up Route 9W was wonderful. First CD played in car: the Velvet Underground's third album..."Pale Blue Eyes," "Jesus," "I'm Beginning to See the Light," and "I'm Set Free." A Hemingway cigar, sun-roof tilted open to let the cigar smoke out.

Scenes from the Last Hours of a Dive Bar

The other night, after playing trivia, I went over to a bar called McCormick's, which was having a bit of a last hurrah. It was a mess. The PBR light was already out, people were smoking on the street, the owner was wasted...all the was left to drink was PBR and Jameson's shots. I had the former, but not the latter. I got some photos: