I haven’t been updating this blog as regularly as I probably should. For that I apologize (again; this is like the fourth time I’ve started a blog post with that sentence). I find that I’m actually pretty bad at keeping a consistent blog. I go from brief periods of great interest and prolificness to long droughts of nothing but an occasional photo of some hip 1920′s black dude. Again and again. And it’s pretty frustrating.

Trust me, I really want to write clever little ditties about salami sandwiches and Pirana 3D and what not–it’s just that, well…when I’m in a dry spell, I can’t bring myself to do it, that’s all. As much as I love salami sandwiches (a lot) and as much as I have to say about them (a lot), when I actually sit down to write about them (which is surprisingly often), all I can think about is “would Neil Young write about salami?” (no), and so I just wind up making myself another sandwich and I moving on to something else (like changing my Twitter homepage background or Wikipediaing ‘cryptids’). Because trust me, I don’t do anything Neil Young wouldn’t do.

Anyway, enough about this lame blog and salami sandwiches and more about the lame author writing this post.

For those of you who don’t know, I have moved to Los Angeles, California. I am attending the American Film Institute for grad school and am currently living in the most depressing temporary housing complex known to mankind. As I type this, a watercolor picture of an antelope gazes at me from within a thin gold frame. Next to that painting is a sepia-toned photograph of a spanish bullfighter with an orange 99 cent sticker still stuck to the top right corner. It’s the kind of room you go to to get murdered. Or the kind of room you go to after you’ve murdered someone yourself.

It is a place where I drink Coors Lite, eat microwaveable mexican food, do school work and edit The Ghosts.

Thankfully I won’t be here long because today I signed a lease on an apartment in Los Feliz/Silverlake which I and Jack Guimon (who arrives Sep. 8, thank Christ) will be moving into on September 15th.

Below are some noteworthy anecdotes during the first 12 days of my California citizenship:

-Last week I hit a bicyclist with my brand new car as I was exiting the alley behind the temporary housing unit. I am still dealing with the repercussions of this.

- The next day, I ran over a nail.

- I went to a Malibu mansion party with this crazy cat, Michael Runion. It was nothing like Doc Ryan’s.

- Chloe Sevigny is more attractive in person.

- Nick Nolte is not.

Anyway, I hope this new post inspires me to get back in the rhythm. It’s easy to get in the habit of posting photos and songs and whatever and forget that a good blog should have a (good?) writer behind it as well.

Stay cool,

Eddie O’KEEFE

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