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Friday, November 11, 2011

World Travels: Snapshots of Forgotten Places

The Middle East is marked by incredible diversity and indelible images. One extended visit erases the misconceptions and opens an entire new world filled with laughing people and overwhelming hospitality. Sights, unseen outside of the region, jump with historical significance and endless stories. Here are just a few.


Isfahan, Iran…The cool blue tiles of Isfahan's buildings mix with the city's majestic bridges, beautiful gardens and immense bazaar.
 

Sinai Desert, Egypt…Since the beginning of time, it seems the Bedouin men of the Sinai were never done drinking tea or coffee. Legend has it that any man who broke a coffee cup would be obliged to buy or make two new ones for the mess. This pact produced jokes at the expense of anyone so unfortunate as to break one. In the process the bonds of friendship were formed.



Essaouira, Morocco…The gateway of Essaouira transports you to a land Essaouira is celebrated for its cabinetmaking and lemonwood carvings. Common to the city is thuja. The arborvitae, or tree of life, is said to inspire artists from around the world.


Cappadocia, Turkey…Nature’s powers are alive in the fairy chimneys of Cappadocia. The moonlike landscapes are formed by the continual erosion of the volcanic landscape by the wind and rain. Many say that if you leave Cappadocia without visiting here, your entire journey would be a waste.


Gabes, Tunisia…Accessible only by channeling across by boat, Gabes—a maritime oasis with over 300,000 palm trees—is a mesmerizing dream in the mist of the arid Tunisian countryside.


Petra, Jordan…"No hurry, no worry!" says the Jordanian fruit salesman as he provides refreshment near the famed stone city.


Doha, Qatar…Olivier Rochus of Belgium (in blue) dashes to make a return to Davide Sanguinetti of Italy at the Qatar Mobile Open.

Originally published in ALO magazine (www.alomagazine.com) by The Media Guy (that's me!, Michael Lloyd).

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Coffeehouse Screenwriting





FADE IN:

EXT. MORNING METROPOLITAN SKY

A cool wind smooths the morning haze. Distant sirens come closer. As the camera pulls back, we see that the burning building is mostly hidden by dense, Los Angeles traffic that causes more turmoil than the buzzing emergency vehicles arriving on the scene. We're watching from across the street. The sound of a steaming air comes to a sizzling stop at about the same time as the tappity-tap of the fingers on the laptop of THE MEDIA GUY. The camera continues to PULL BACK INTO --

INT. LOS ANGELES COFFEE SHOP – DAY

THE MEDIA GUY, dressed in jeans, black shirt and sports coat, is sitting at a small round table of a trendy little Encino coffee shop to the right of a twenty-something barista. THE MEDIA GUY sips his latte as he continues to tap out the words of a burgeoning screenplay. The shape of a young woman, ELIZA, flashes by the counter, checking her smartphone.

ELIZA
My God, it's hot. I stepped out of line and it stared sweating again. It's still burning? Jesus, it's bigger! And I thought you were the cause of those sirens.
(she giggles)
What is it?

THE MEDIA GUY
(interrupting)
Order your coffee ‘extra hot’ again Eliza? That’s hot talk.

ELIZA
Michael, what are you doing here?
(she giggles again)
What you must think! I was talking about the fire.

THE MEDIA GUY
Miller & Miller Advertising. My dad used to work there thirty-two years ago. Now somebody's torched it to get some revenge. Los Angeles is getting meaner by the day.

ELIZA
That's a disgrace.

THE MEDIA GUY
Their clients will be up for grabs.

ELIZA
Is this your new office?

THE MEDIA GUY
(still tapping out the words)
I’m writing the great American screenplay. Are you still subbing those marauding second graders at snooty elementary prep school?

ELIZA
Save your humor for your screenplay. An autobiography?

THE MEDIA GUY
It’s a drama. You know how I love drama.

ELIZA
Don’t you think writing your screenplay at a strip mall coffee house franchise is a little trite?

THE MEDIA GUY
Of the many disciplines a screenwriter must master, chief among them is looking pensive, building up a tolerance for copious amounts of coffee, and not having a day job — or vacation time.

ELIZA
Which one is it for you?

THE MEDIA GUY
A much needed vacation from the media racket. Six months of used car commercial shots will burn anyone out.

ELIZA
Doesn’t everyone in L.A. write their Great American screenplay at a coffee shop?

THE MEDIA GUY
Scientific reports show that about 77.25% of the population of in the city of Los Angeles consider themselves screenwriters. However, my research reveals that only .05% of these people are actually in the process of writing a script. So, you could be right.

ELIZA
I get into school at 8 a.m. I wouldn't mind having a coffee later and hearing about the media game...
(beat)
Oh, what do you care? You're writing. You're done with human contact. I'm just the customer of the minute to inspire greatness.
(trying for a straight face)
I'll just slip into my coffee here and slip away.

There's a smile on her lips as she takes her drink up, watching THE MEDIA GUY fervently attack the keyboard.

THE MEDIA GUY
My keyboard is scorching and my history's burning up out here.

ELIZA
Hey, I don't mind. I'm leaving.
(beat)
Why do they make these damn lattes so hot?

THE MEDIA GUY
Heat is a matter of mind. Just like writing genius. The distance any of us non-traditional writers make in the sanctity of the coffee house is frustrating, but also valuable. There's an option to retreat from the noise--or, okay, the music--that I don't think a writer in, say, West Hollywood has. This distance has benefited me for the last two weeks, as I write and write, without looking up, or around.

ELIZA
Hey... hey...
(giggling again)
... let me read what you have.

THE MEDIA GUY
You’ll be late for the kids at Lenny Bruce Elementary. I’ll be here after school. Maybe I’ll let you read the character arcs in the middle. Or, Maybe I’ll let you read act two.

The camera cranes out over the cars, morning ambiance and the noise of the street. Then it arcs over the palm trees, across the rooftops, to the flames as a bit a history scorches closer to the ground.




Friday, October 21, 2011

World Portraits: Deal or No Deal


Marrakesh, Morocco...By far the biggest challenge you'll face in Marrakesh is a shopping trip, as the art of the deal is a way of life in Morocco. Everyone bargains, sometimes over tea or trinkets, and it’s only considered a satisfactory purchase after the bargain is settled upon. The usual practice with tourists is to ask roughly double or even triple an item's true value. How about a little woven Marrakesh treasure in your living room?

Friday, October 14, 2011

Love Notes from the Abyss


My cape needed cleaning so I stopped by the mailbox. There it was, the dinosaur of communications: a hand-written note. Yes snail mail, not an e-mail or a text--an enigmatic scribble that has spun my mind in a million directions.

Hey, Mo-Mo.
 
Remember when I came up with that nickname for you? Oh, I do, believe me it was a pretty hilarious moment on set. So I saw you in Downtown today, but (and I guess this is probably as weird for you as it is for me) you didn't say "hello." I know, I know, you were in a hurry, and that peculiar clammy hobo with the mullet was like, "hey, you, let's hug it out, cuz I hear you're cool with mullet guy." I could totally see how taken aback you were when he moved in for the hug. I remarked how nice of you to give him some greenbacks and your Twitter address. No one ever pointed the finger at you to say you didn't go the extra mile to make people feel at ease.
 
Really, I was just hoping you'd recognize me from those wild Vegas nights where you protected me from the sins of the city. I was hoping the next time we happen to bump into each other at some hip night spot in the city, you'd be like, "Oh, snap. Is that her?" Yeah, but I guess you didn't see me, cause you had a white-guy mullet slopped across your line of sight. But even if you didn't see me, I was surprised you didn't hear me run into that hot-dog cart trying to track you down. Don't worry, I'm fine. My hand got a bit steamed from the bun warmer, but whatevah. Maybe you could come by before you swing out East Coast style, you know, rub some aloe or something on the burn. No need to bring your own. I've got a plant.
 
Alright, boyfriend, just so you know, when you're back in Manhattan, holla at your girl, you know. But if you can't make it to the city, that's cool too. We still might get to hang...call me!
 
Love, Loco-motion

As I searched my database wondering who might have penned this note, I wondered aloud where the term 'snap' came from. I hear it a lot lately. Did it come from Legally Blonde or one of those Barbershop/Beauty Shop movies? I'm sure you have heard it too; an expression along the lines of "Oh SNAP! THAT'S OFF THE FREAKING HOOK! Can you please put it back on the hook? It may lose its battery power, and I charged it for hours. Thank you."

All of these new acronyms, phrases and what-not create a definite issue when writing ad copy and commercials. Who can you reach and how to reach them reminds me of that Orbitz commercial where they lined up all of those phrases into one tight little 30-second spot. Here are some of the greatest ones I've heard lately:

o       Keep f***ing that chicken (KFTC) - a phrase coined by Fox New York television anchor as a phrase of encouragement similar to keep on truckin'... KFTC is a gesture of support to the recipient to continue doing whatever it is that they're doing, despite what others may say, so long as it makes them happy.

o       Husband Chair - the chair in the women's section of a department store where a guy waits it out while his wife/girlfriend tries on forty different dresses and blouses.

o       Cobra Yawn - often seen at networking events where there's a lot of involuntary spraying of saliva while yawning, similar to the venom spray from a cobra.

There’s the dilemma. What to work in, because after all, once you’ve developed your story and pitch it to the client, you can’t just change midstream if you get the computer-face. You know that squint/frown you make when you look at your computer to give the illusion that you are very busy analyzing something vital to your work. If you do ever get stuck when they look confused, arrogantly explain what your word or phrase means with a look that says "Seriously...you've never heard that before? What rock do you live under?" Your confidence in using your term is paramount to making it catch on. People are sheep. If they think everyone else says it, they'll say it too.

Now…time to find out who Loco-motion is…

Liv Tyler - possible author of the hand-written note.
Another candidate of the 'note of enigma' is Yasmine Bleeth.
Ivanka Trump also surfaced as a person of interest who may have penned the snail mail note.

Monday, September 26, 2011

World Portraits: Sabkha


Umm Said, Qatar...Sabkha is an Arabic name for a salt-flat or very saline areas of sand or silt lying just above the water-table. The salt crust can easily support the weight of a human and sometimes cars. While unseen in the image, a solid desert of white sand sits only yards beyond the flat.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Perseverance

There is a repulsive trend in society that we need to stomp out like a dandelion before it spreads. Psychologists call it the "Wow, look what I did!" syndrome. Then, there are others who humbly support the world at large, like Adnan.

Adnan Gill: A hero of perseverance

Last year, I was volunteering at a charity walk to stamp out hunger and invited as many people as I could. We raised more money that day than ever before; money that would eventually feed families who are struggling in these hard economic times. That’s the day when something special happened. Adnan Gill showed up with his wife and two kids.


Some of you are reading this and saying. "yeah, so what and who is Adnan Gill?" Well, if you did, you took my bait because each time Adnan appears at a public event, he’s the second coming of Superman with a pressed cape straight from the Perseverance Hall of Fame. Now, you’re probably wondering why I purchased Adnan a pedestal and why I’m saying "Wow, look what Adnan did!"

Here’s why.

Adnan suffers from Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis or ALS. You know ALS, don’t you? It’s a disease that Jerry Lewis spent his Labor Days raising money to fund research to figure out a way to stop it. It’s a disease that attacks the nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord that control voluntary muscle movement. ALS is best known as Lou Gehrig's Disease. It took down the “Iron Horse” at the tender age of 37.

Eleven years ago, Adnan was living in Cincinnati when the first symptom struck. He was pushing a grocery cart when suffered a cramp so severe that he had to have his wife pull his arm straight.

At any given time, 30,000 Americans are living with ALS. Adnan wondered what were the odds that he'd be one of the 30,000 stricken with the disease.

Every American kid knows that the odds of living with ALS are next to none. We knew it from the first time we heard Gary Cooper re-enact Gehrig’s famous speech with a stirring, “I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.” Those words always had a special meaning, but once I met Adnan, those words were puzzling.

How could anyone confined to a wheelchair and hooked to a breathing machine twenty-four hours a day consider himself lucky? Yet, all you have to do is spend an hour or two with him and you see it with your own eyes.

Visit with him at home and you are treated with the highest Pakistani hospitality, insightful political commentary and the warmth of brotherhood. Sit with him for a bit and you see he’s a faithful husband and dutiful father. His kids are respectful, yet speak their mind. They take his guidance much in the same way followers climb the mountain to speak to the Dalai Lama. And his wife Saima is right out of Good Housekeeping magazine. Without the hissing of his breathing machine, you would be hard pressed to see if his family was affected at all. His strength and fortitude have made family life akin to what you might see on a 50’s sitcom. It's a true testament to Adnan’s signature conviction that things will be as normal as possible.

The charity for which I am lucky enough to serve as a board member, the ALO Cultural Foundation, decided to lend a hand to Adnan with the Forever Wish program. Forever Wish ensures that folks like him have the opportunity to fulfill their dreams. The passionate souls who were denied the chance to soar are given the resources they need to achieve their goals in life. This is our way of supporting Arts and Literature Programs for the physically challenged and underserved communities. Works that are vital to empowering the ability of those that refuse to be “disabled” and promote cross cultural understanding between people.

In our first e-Conversation years ago, he explained that he wanted to leave his story to his children…a legacy of sorts. A memoir that chronicles his life. He wanted to tell his son and daughter about his life and his philosophy for generations to come. At the foundation, we are lucky to have a skilled board of directors. One of my board mates is a modern day anthropologist, Ryan Murdock. Although he refuses to be called a journalist, he’s pretty handy with the pen, er, keyboard. When we took Adnan’s Forever Wish to the board, Ryan was the first person to raise his hand to give a little mentoring to Adnan to get his book going. Ryan’s the editor of this book and I have to tell you, it’s a real page turner. I glanced over Adnan's latest chapters and I was mesmerized by his thoughts and perspective. Here’s a little excerpt from Chapter 8:

“I live with one of the most debilitating illnesses ever known to the mankind. Someone described it as, ‘living in a dead body’. One's mind not only stays sharp; rather it goes into the overdrive. We hear all, see all, and yes feel all. We feel every iota of pain. The kind of pain an ordinary person can and does alleviate by simply switching the sides during pleasant dreams, or by shifting the weight off one foot to the other; well you get the idea.

“On the other hand, taking even a single breath in this universe is a statistical impossibility. An average person takes 22,000 breaths per day. I have already lived over 40 years; imagine the number of breaths I have already breathed. If that alone doesn’t make me one of luckiest person then I don’t know what does. I believe, being able to walk to a flower, hug a loved one, or as little as, whistling a tune in the shower doesn’t make one lucky, rather it makes one fortunate. In my opinion, anyone who is lucky and fortunate is blessed. Once, I was blessed too, but now I am mostly lucky.”

Powerful words. Powerful man.

So when Adnan rolled up at to the hunger walk, I was speechless. Every emotion came pouring out of me -- sadness, anger, happiness, depression, joy -- I was tingling. I was crying. I was laughing. I had tears in my eyes the first few minutes. Why? Because I was one of those complainers earlier that day, worrying about the nothingness that consumes us most days. The nothingness we have when we think our days are limitless. Maybe Adnan was like that once, but that day, and every day after, he was my Superman.

Sometimes, in the middle of all the commercialism and politics and cynicism that is life, you meet someone who clubs you with a dose of humility. Adnan – brave and full of honor -- is that for me.

He’s already lived over 40 years, and you know what? For the people that know him, we are the luckiest people on Earth.


Link:

The ALO Cultural Foundation pledges its commitment to make Adnan’s dream come true. We hope you extend your pledges too. For your kind donations visit www.alofoundation.org 

Adnan has outlasted the Iron Horse and just as "lucky."



Monday, September 12, 2011

World Travels: Open Again

As Lebanon searches for ways to bring the country and tourism back, it turns to the food that made it famous, while giving an emphatic YES to the question: Will food be Lebanon’s savior?
Beirut has always been kind to me. Eating has always been a guilty pleasure where the only thing more exciting than the culinary delights is the entertainment fueled by the superior nightlife. To me (and the rest of the world it seems) Lebanon is all about food and nightlife, right on par with Paris and Manhattan. I have long concluded that nightlife is so popular because the only thing that keeps those indulgent pounds off is dancing the night away.
               
All bets were off as the country struggled in the aftermath of the recent and political conflicts to find a way out of the tourism doldrums. Tragedy could not have come to a place more capable of shrugging off problems, dealing with them and thriving once again, one mouth at a time.
               
On my last, I made a point of going to most of the highly reputable restaurants that had reopened. Also on my list was every unknown small spot recommended by locals. The idea that you might eat an authentic Lebanese dish as it was prepared decades or centuries ago is not a fantasy. Tabouleh, grape leaves, and manakish are likely to be made precisely as they once were, but it’s the innovative recipes––a creative mixture of Lebanese and French styles––that keep you guessing and coming back. The French mandate between the two World Wars firmly established the cuisine of Paris, while the postwar emergence of Beirut as a Middle East headquarters for international banking and trade has added influences from every continent.
               
No one had to twist arms to get the Lebanese back to the kitchens and prepare the world’s greatest food. Even while the crisis heated up overhead, the country’s best chefs were underground serving friends, family and those who could get the right information as to where the favorite restaurants had temporarily relocated.
               
Abbas Naber, a chef at a local Beirut café, tells of the Lebanese push to get back to normalcy with post-conflict renovation: “Our reaction is always optimism over despair when faced with challenges. Many of the restaurants moved the rubble from the front of their doors, cleaned up and started serving. Everyone in Beirut had difficulty cooking at home. Power issues. Little food stored. So you know what we did? We went out to eat. Business was unbelievable and still is.”


Shredded Beef Fillet with Onion and Pomegranate

Serves four
  1 pound premium beef filet
  2 large onions cut into strips
  4 tablespoons vegetable oil
  4 tablespoons water
  4 garlic cloves mashed
  1 tablespoon pomegranate juice
  1 tablespoon chopped fresh iklil al jabal or rosemary
  1⁄4 cup chopped radish for garnish
  Salt and pepper

Cut the fillet into small flat strips. Heat oil in skillet on high and cook meat in three batches. Remove meat and saute onion in the same pan until soft. Add water, cover and continue to cook until water evaporates. Add garlic and cook until garlic softens.
 
Add meat, pomegranate juice, iklil al jaba and salt and pepper to taste. Heat to serving temperature.

Place on a large plate and garnish with chopped radish. Also perfect for serving in hollowed out sourdough loaves or as a sandwich in pita bread.