Monday, July 18, 2005

LAINE and I had coffee at the former Le Gamin in Chelsea. She's lovely. And I like Cham too. Turns out she had not discussed the television project with her agent (Nellie's agent). But now she will - plus the feature idea. Nellie is important for that. She can package ideas very well as she did that time we met.

Told Laine I was very happy she is on the production team and we should draw up contracts. The relationship of FP the org and FP the film and the partners within is getting complex. I dont want to get screwed over. Vit had expressed his concern to Bonnie. Sweetheart that he is.

Anyway she thinks Richard can write a treatment as anyone else as long as we can say no. Good idea. Nice way of putting it. I told her I had asked my mother to keep her ears open for a good story. Of course I am happy with variations on any of the 36 plot lines in Hollywood, as the backdrop will take care of much.

Laine will talk to Night's friend. Seems they are both baseball fans. I gave her the lowdown on the political angle. Manipur must not be compromised.

MARK MORRIS wants to see my WTC. Sent it to him. Bruce says he had nothing to do with it. Must've been Joe. Hmmm. But I do like Bruce's idea of doing it as an American production of a shumang leela. Would be a great way to get Al back in. Not sure how that NYU meeting really went. We will wait and see.

Sunday, July 10, 2005


Saturday, July 09, 2005


Mike, Richard Mirra and I went to the Bryan Adams' concert. Paired with Def Leppard, no less. Hoo hah.

Of course we thought there would be a ball game. The Cyclones rag was not very clear. And none of us knew that stadiums were where rockers played during the summer. Bryam Adams still looked hot and he must be my age. The first MTV generation. Had lots of dogs and Mirra looked great in her KhadiiShop shirt. The crowd was all Brooklynites, dating couples mostly. I was surprised how many of Brayan's songs I knew. Great ambiance. Perfect day.

Didn't stay for Def Leppard. Richard couldn't take the noise already, heavy metal would surely have done him in.

The last time I went, a few weeks earlier with Mike and Dick, I discovered Coney Island really is an island. The garrulous limo driver took us over a tiny bridge over some questionable body of water.

Mike had not been there in 50 years! Dick was so cool to get us tickets to the Cyclones game. Been wanting to go forever. And me, what with my infatuation with Brooklyn and all, I was always drawn more to the farm teams than to the major leagues for First Pitch.

The Cyclones were playiong the Cardinals. Both AAA. It was the 7th inning when we got there and we were on time. Some consternation until we learned it was the previous game, The proximity of the game and players was so refreshing after the huge stadiums. They have 900 seats compared to 56,000 at Shea. One raked level, one office building, two covered wings where all the hot dog stands were. Otherwise open skies and what Richard humorously calls Brooklyn's Eiffel Tower in the background.

Maybe some vernacular version of this for FP? I am dreaming...

The game kept getting washed out. But we had beer. And man, I got carded! I mean the sign said if one looked like under 30 one might get carded. But me? Flattering perhaps, but more like just a bored, young girl at the counter who didn't know any better.

We didn't stay for thw hole game but retired to another place for more bad fun food to talk about FP and then a long subway ride home.