"Cuatro tacos al pastor, por favor."

At night these little taco stands pop up around Lincoln Heights. This one at Ave. 26 and Humboldt seems to be there the most consistently. I finally tried one of these spots out. It was awesome.

-Bryan

The new pad

Yeah so there is some pretty big news I guess I neglected to mention on this blog because I actually have mentioned nothing on this blog because I am a terrible blogger. And the main part of the news is that I have moved out of the old garage and I am now living in Lincoln Heights.

before: a terrible jumble

I have moved in with Dwight, who I guess is sort of a colleague of mine. He is a great key grip and you might remember him from his In-N-Out tour. His old roommate got married and moved out and so I took the old roommate’s place. We live in the top floor of a pretty rad old victorian house with some great views. I’m pretty happy with the place.

For a couple of weeks after moving in, I didn’t really have time to get around to solving the problem of having a lack of storage space in my new room. I had piles of clothes and other things just taking over the whole room.

I had been trying for a couple of weeks to find a dresser I liked on craigslist but the owners would keep flaking out after the point of letting me know where to pick up the dresser. Well, to be fair, in one case the guy let me know that someone else had already bought it before I could make it down there, but anyway, I got tired of the pile of junk in my room and decided to head out to Ikea and just buy something new.

Recently my sister bought a new dresser from Ikea for her old room and I just remember the particle board or MDF or whatever “outgassing” like crazy and just filling the whole house with these eye-watering fumes. I decided to try to avoid having the same problem by unboxing all of the parts in a well-ventilated room in the back of the house and I let everything air out for a solid 24 hours or more before bringing the parts into my room and assembling them.

Pre-outgassing

In the end, the pre-outgassing was only partially successful as the fumes still filled up my room for a few days afterward but it wasn’t as strong, I don’t think. It’s been well over a week now and the smell is still there a bit, especially inside the drawers.

a helping hand

Ikea says that building this thing is a two-person job so I enlisted the help of my good friend Mr. Coleman to get me through some of the tricker bits.

after

The end result is looking a lot neater. I was hoping to get one of these used (and pre-outgassed!) for about a third of what I ended up paying but in the end my impatience for the huge unruly pile of crap won out over my frugal side and I made this semi-impulse buy. I say semi-impulse buy because basically all of the ones I tried to get on craigslist were this exact one, haha.

So anyway, yeah. I’m liking it so far here at the new pad. So. Yeah. End update.

-Bryan

My friend (and talented key grip) Dwight Stone really loves In-N-Out and has taken on a little project to show his appreciation for the company. I joined him earlier tonight on one leg of his mission. Check it out:

I actually understand his love and ability to eat burgers day in and day out, and I joined him even though I ate at In-N-Out the night before, too. That’s because the cheeseburger is pretty much my favorite food in the world. But that’s a different post.

-Bryan

I worked as an extra on this past week’s episode of Cold Case. I didn’t see myself at all but I did see my car… waaaaaaaaaay in the back, haha.

A little over two weeks ago I bought Forza III for XBOX 360. I played it for about two hours before I had to go somewhere. When I came home I went to turn on my xbox and I got the dreaded red ring of death. It was quite frustrating to have that happen right after getting a new game, haha. Well I finally got it back the other day and I’ve been thoroughly enjoying Forza. I don’t think I’ll be needing a Playstation 3 or waiting for Gran Turismo 5 anymore. It’s awesome.

And now on the topic of thanksgiving. I recently came to the conclusion that rule of law is the most taken-for-granted thing in America. Few people who grew up here know what it is like to live without it. Let me tell you that without rule of law, everything pretty much sucks and nothing can get better.

I’ve seen this first hand in Tajikistan, rated one of the most corrupt governments in the world. It’s a place where any sufficiently well-connected person can seize any kind of private property or business they want and where the most top level government officials funnel foreign investments directly into personal offshore accounts. Even people doing charitable work suffer the consequences. If you want to give something away for free, you’re gonna have to pay a bribe to somebody, somewhere.

So this year I’m especially thankful to be living in a place where we have a working legal system where at least theoretically, no one is above the law, not even the president.

Once again, happy Thanksgiving, everybody.

-Bryan

P.S. Dear Sarah Palin, if you didn’t want your pictures to be used “out of context” (ie. not the context you intended), you shouldn’t have gone and pursued fame. Every celebrity knows that the person who takes the picture owns the rights, not the person in the picture. Ain’t you ever heard of the paparazzi? Or could you not see them from Alaska? Haha. And to everybody else — never take a picture or video of anything you don’t want appearing on the Internet. Words to live by.

P.P.S. Dear Apple, I find it rather weaksauce that Safari’s spellchecking dictionary does not include the word “Tajikistan”, or “weaksauce”, for that matter.

Bad news: I was working as an extra.

Good news: Extras get paid

Bad news: I really need the money this time, haha.

Back when I was still living in San Diego I answered a craigslist ad and ended up working as an extra on an episode of Veronica Mars which was shot there. At the time I was considering moving up to L.A. and going to film school, but I really had no idea if I really wanted to give up my life of leisure in San Diego to enter an industry I really didn’t know anything about. Working as an extra on a TV show seemed like a great way to be able to get on a real, professional set, without having to know anybody or know anything.

I spent my time there just observing the crew working and just trying to take in and understand as much about the process as I could with my limited understanding at the time. I was totally fascinated and ended up working on several episodes, and in the end I did end up deciding filmmaking was indeed for me and I left San Diego, went to school and the rest I guess is history.

But work has been pretty slow lately. I thought making some money would be nice. But how could I do that while leaving myself open for potential other gigs? The option of working as an extra again during slow times had crossed my mind a few years ago but last week I guess I was desperate motivated enough to actually lug myself down to Central Casting and get myself into their extras casting database.

Central Casting handles the extras casting for pretty much all of the big budget TV shows as well as a lot of features. You basically call in the night before you want to work and see if there is anything for you. If you get hired then you work the next day. Sometimes they’ll call you if you match a particular profile they’re looking for. If you land a real gig or you don’t want to work one day, just don’t call in. How much more flexible of a schedule can you get than that? In reality the process of getting hired is a little bit more tedious than what I described but I’m sure there some other blogs about life as a movie extra you can read to find out about all those kinds of things.

A few days later they ended up calling me because basically they were looking for asians with ’90s cars to work on an episode of Cold Case. It was great to be able to spy on the crew and get to see what gets done on some of the bigger lighting setups, most of which were well beyond the budget level of any project I’ve worked on before. And the best part is that this time around I actually know what the heck is going on!

Most extras are aspiring actors and are there with the primary purpose of trying to further their acting careers. I think a lot of them end up bothering a lot of busy people hopelessly trying to increase their screen time or get into better roles. I pretty much just try to stay out of the crew’s hair, do what I’m told, and use whatever filmmaking knowledge I have to just try to do my job as an extra better and make the crew’s life easier.

The pay is pretty bad but at least I get some free lighting experience just by observing what’s going on, getting a feel for how much power is needed for what types of setups and whatnot. If I did get to shoot something with some budget in the future, at least now I won’t be as completely lost as I would have been. Working on low budget indies has been fun and challenging for me so far but it was pretty eye opening to see what kind of conveniences you can afford when you have some real budget and studio facilities behind you!

Of course I’d prefer to be getting a ton of DP gigs but hey, in the downtime I got no problem with picking up a little extra cash while hopefully getting to observe a diverse array of big lighting setups being done so I can absorb as much technique from different people as I can in as little time as I can! Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself, haha.

-Bryan

So I was driving down the freeway in the Miata when it started acting a little bit strange. The engine would cut out for a split second and then keep going on normally. At first I figured it was just a clogged fuel filter and didn’t think much of it and kept going on my way.

It happened a few more times. Once, I could have sworn I saw the ABS warning light come on. I started wondering if the ABS system was malfunctioning and slamming on the brakes, rather than a fuel problem. The engine cuts out again and this time all of the idiot lights flash on for a split second, and then everything returned back to normal. Now I dreaded it was some kind of electrical problem.

It seemed to be a more serious problem so I decided to get off at the next exit. Just as I got into the exit lane, I lost all electrical power including ignition. I managed to coast my car all the way up the cloverleaf-style offramp on to the street, which turned out to be very fortunate for me later on.

As my car coasted to a stop, I noticed smoke coming out of trunk. At this point I thought I had a short circuit somewhere. I hopped out of the car and popped open the trunk and a cloud of smoke poured out and that’s when I saw the battery sitting there, half melted, and on fire… it was just about the last thing I expected to see at that moment.

The aftermath (sorry about the crappy camera phone pic)

The fire was rather small so I thought I’d try to smother it out with my car cover which was in the trunk. I managed to knock it down to about half the size and then I burned my finger either on something hot or with acid but I decided this wasn’t worth it and I dialed 911 on my cell phone and was directed to the fire department.

About a minute after I got off the phone, an unmarked police car with a couple of guys in it got off the freeway at the exit and the guy in the passenger seat happened to notice the fire. They stopped and pulled out a fire extinguisher and put out the fire. About a minute after that, the fire department arrived. Although I’m very grateful to the policemen that stopped, I’m also very glad that the fire department got there very quickly.

And that’s when I was also very glad that I managed  to coast all the way up to the street — who knows how long it would have taken the fire truck to get to me if I was stuck half way up the offramp! Thank God everything happened the way it did. If any number of things happened differently I’m sure chances are my whole car would have gone up in flames. If the battery kept giving power for just a few more minutes… if those cops didn’t happen to pass by… if the fire department couldn’t get to me in time…

The cops took off while the fire fighters actually called AAA for me so I could get a tow, as my phone’s battery had pretty much died by that point. Everyone was real nice. For as big of an inconvenience as it all was, it couldn’t have been easier, haha. And I have another car anyway, so it’s not like I’m stranded now.

So that’s my exciting story for the week.

-Bryan

I had an awesome time while I was there, and hopefully I’ll find some time to write about some of my experiences. I can’t wait for my next trip out there.

-Bryan

Let me preface this entry by saying that I am addicted to Diet Coke. A few years ago I weighed about 35 pounds more than I do now. Then, as now, I drank an amazing amount of cola on a daily basis. But one day I decided to switch to diet cola, and over the course of about three years I lost a lot of weight without changing much else about my diet. Today I am very near my high school weight. And out of the available diet colas, I eventually settled up on Diet Coke as my favorite.

A good friend of mine who works in the pharmaceutical industry, concerned about my huge intake of Diet Coke, mentioned that it has been found that aspartame crosses the blood-brain barrier, but that we do not know exactly what it does. “It makes you addicted to Diet Coke, is what it does,” I quipped.

Diet Coke (or Coca Cola Light, as it is known in this region) is not widely available in Tajikistan. As I mentioned in a previous entry, the vast majority of food products in this country are imported, and Coke is no different. There is no Coca Cola bottling plant in this country, so all of the Coca Cola here is imported from other countries, usually Kazakhstan or Afghanistan.

The people of Tajikistan seem to have a major sweet tooth, consuming tons of sugary hard candies and ice cream, and they have the tooth decay to prove it! As a result, very few people drink the “Light” variety of Coca Cola, and thus, very little Coca Cola Light is imported. RC Cola, on the other hand, does have a bottling plant in Tajikistan and is widely available, but I have yet to see any “diet” forms of RC Cola around, though the green apple flavor, which I have never seen in the U.S., is quite tasty!

If you go out to a restaurant, though they may use glasses with Coca Cola logos on them, or have pictures of Coke in the menu, more often than not, when you order a Coke, what you will actually receive is RC Cola. And so it has been a challenge to satisfy my cravings for Diet Coke.

Every time I go out, it is like I am looking for hidden treasure. I look in the various stores I pass by to see if maybe they have a handful of cans or bottles of Coca Cola Light hidden amongst the cases of regular Coca Cola, but the majority of the time I come up empty handed. But once in a while, if I am lucky, I can find four or five cans or bottles of Coca Cola Light in the mountains of regular Coke.

And even when you do find it, I have found that the flavor varies depending on the country of origin. I have found the Afghan Coca Cola Light to be slightly lighter-bodied and yet sweeter than its Kazakh cousin. I figure the formulas must be different as the nutritional information on the Coca Cola Light from Kazakhstan indicates 0.2 calories per 100mL, while the Afghan version claims 0.3 calories per 100mL. Who knew 0.1 calories could make such a difference… though I am inclined to believe that varying water sources are probably where the majority of the difference in flavor comes from.

Although I prefer the version from Afghanistan, I must say that neither version tastes exactly like the American version that I’ve come to know, love, and become dependent upon. I suppose the true testament to my addiction to Diet Coke is the simple fact that I have come this far to write this long of a blog entry about it!

-Bryan

(Updated October 3, 2008)

So I’m back in Dushanbe, Tajikistan right now and I’ll be here until late October. In the past I haven’t really written a whole lot about what I do out here. Maybe it’s because I didn’t think other people would be all that interested. Or maybe, this being my fourth trip out there, I suppose I have gotten accustomed to the sights, sounds, culture, all the stuff that goes on in the course of these trips, and actually, yeah maybe it would be interesting for other people to hear.

So I guess I’ll start by just giving you some background information, and maybe in further entries I will give more specifics about different topics.

Tajikistan is a highly mountainous country in Central Asia, located just north of Afghanistan and just to the west of China. With very few natural resources and very little workable land, it is the poorest of all of the former Soviet republics. The Tajik people share some common history with the Persians of Iran and speak a mutually-intelligible dialect of the same language (Farsi, as spoken in Iran has a lot more loanwords from Arabic, while Tajik understandably has a lot more loanwords from Russian).

If you believe the 1980′s action movie portrayals of the USSR you’d think it was only Russians around but actually there are also many different ethnic groups speaking many other languages here in Dushanbe, with Russian serving as a lingua franca, particularly in the arenas of business and politics.

Well over 90% of the population of Tajikistan identifies themselves as Muslim, though decades of being ruled by the Soviet Union (and before that, the Russian Empire) has resulted in a highly secularized population with correspondingly variable levels of religious dedication. One example of this secularization is the fairly common use of alcohol – forbidden in Islamic law, it is widely sold and consumed here, a remnant of the Russian drinking culture. In many ways, this country (or at least the capital city of Dushanbe) is more a remnant of the old Soviet empire than what most people might imagine given its intimidating-to-Americans “-stan” name would make you think.

The economic situation he is quite dire. Except for the abundance of water resources, there are very few natural resources here to speak of. As 93% of the land is extremely rugged, mountainous terrain, only 7% of the land is available for development. The average monthly salary here is anywhere from $25 to $200, depending on where you live and which organization you ask. There has been a mass exodus of men leaving the country, mostly to Russia, looking for work, which seems to be creating a lack of talent and labor for development back at home.

Still, the culture here is vibrant and the people are incredibly friendly and hospitable. The culture seems to promote sharing, community, helping and learning from one other – a far cry from the increasingly selfish and individualistic culture of the United States. This seems to permeate all the way down to eating habits, where especially at large holiday feasts, you commonly have situations where the whole group eats communally out of one large bowl – with their hands – rather than what we have in the States where everyone has their own individual bowls and plates, forks and spoons, making absolutely sure nobody touches any of anybody else’s food.

Even in Russian it's spelled "ketchup" (not "catsup")!

Indeed, one person recently asked me if it was true that in America they have tiny ketchup packets for made for only one person, as if this sort of individualization was a truly foreign concept to them. Perhaps American individualism is part of what helped build it up into the great nation that it is today, but today we seem to be a nation in which the iPod is king and millions of people demand their own personal soundtrack, only for them, all the time while cutting themselves off from the rest of society.

These little cultural differences such as varying methods of ketchup distribution are making me wonder if maybe we’ve taken it too far, having replaced the building of communities with HOAs, driving into our garages through our automatic garage doors, shutting the door behind us before even getting out of the car, never taking any chance to talk to say, “Howdy, neighbor,” except maybe when we want to complain about how the neighbor’s unkempt yard is destroying our own property value.

But I don’t want to sit here and waste time complaining about what’s wrong with America, which for the record, I still believe is the greatest nation on the planet, even if it’s not as great as it could be. And so I will end this entry for now and maybe pick up on some other topics in the future as I have time.

(The following was added on October 3, 2008)

I am serving out here doing mission work with a Christian church out here, and due to certain pointed attacks I’ve received over the years, I do feel a bit of a need to defend what we do out here. I think there are a lot of misunderstandings held by Americans who without really knowing about what’s going on, immediately brand us as people forcing our religion on others, perhaps taking advantage of their poverty or other factors. Maybe they’ve been jaded by the hypocrisy they’ve seen purveyed by judgmental “Christians” who often spread intolerance or even hate in the United States. So I guess I’m going to try to convince you that this is not what we’re doing out here.

Evangelism here is quite different from what we might think of back home in the States. Despite the secularization of the population, Islam is still an integral part of the culture here. Even if it was legal to do so, you cannot just go door to door and ask people if they want to know Jesus and expect any results. Asking someone if they want to convert to Christianity here is tantamount to asking them if they would like to throw their entire life away, leaving everyone they’ve ever known or cared about behind. Their families and friends would most likely completely disown them (or worse). They would see conversion as an act of turning their back on their family, their social support structure, and their very identity. The social (and often times physical) consequences for making such a decision are quite severe and it is not a decision anyone would make lightly!

On top of that, the government here is highly secularized and authoritarian. Although the constitution of Tajikistan guarantees religious freedom and the vast majority of the population is Muslim, in the interest of security (ie. trying to avoid being overthrown by religious extremists), even Muslim activity is highly regulated, perhaps even more so than other religions. Proselytizing in public is Illegal here. You will not find any mosques with minarets here – minarets are illegal and thus, you will not hear the call to prayer ringing out over the city, as that too, is illegal. Religious organizations that are not registered with the government are quickly shut down, regardless of what religion they belong to, and indeed, gathering in groups of larger than 10 people requires special permits. We’re a long way from Kansas, Toto.

So things have to be done a bit differently around here. In short, we do our best to demonstrate the love and compassion that Jesus demonstrated and commanded us to demonstrate through our actions and how we live. So yes, we help those in need. As I mentioned before, the economic situation here is quite dismal. In addition to feeding and clothing the very needy and homeless, we offer free classes in subjects such as business, computers, and English language in an attempt to offer people a chance at gaining access better jobs and a better life.

Depending on whose statistics you trust, 90% or more of the food in this country is imported from outside. We’re out here attempting to develop new crops and other local food sources and educate people on how to cultivate them. We are also actively working to empower women in this heavily male-dominated society, both here and in other places, encouraging them to take leadership positions within the church, supporting continuing education, we’ve even built schools for girls in Afghanistan.

And no, you definitely do not need to be a member of this church or convert to Christianity to receive help or to benefit from any of the programs we offer. Everyone is welcome, and perhaps half or more of the people who do come to these classes are from the community at large and are not Christians.

We have not come here with the idea or attitude that we are better or superior to the people here. In God’s eyes, we are all equal, but it is our duty to love unconditionally as Jesus loved and commanded… and also to spread the gospel. But it is often only after years of contact with Christians who are dedicated to living by and demonstrating the love of Jesus and seeing lives changed, that people around here would even begin to consider converting. So I’m pretty confident in saying that we are not forcing anything upon anyone.

Hopefully none of this has come across as too heavy-handed or defensive-sounding, but I really did feel the need to fully explain what’s going on out here. I’m a pretty liberal-minded guy (heck, I even work in the oft-maligned-by-the-religious-right Hollywood film industry) and if I felt like any force was being used or anything shady was going on, I definitely would not be out here supporting this ministry with my time and effort. So if you had any reservations before about what I was doing out here, I hope I have cleared them up for you!

-Bryan