My production company Lindamar Productions (www.lindamarproductions.com) first paid gig. Be sure to click the quality(wheel) button to view in High Definition.  

I thoroughly enjoyed filming, editing and producing this music video for this gentleman. As of today October 18, 2012, he is in the running to make the finals in the worldwide contest he entered this in, and will have a chance at the grand prize of 4 grand.  I certainly am thrilled he's gotten the praise he's enjoyed thus far not just for him but for me, as it promotes me and my company's ability to put out great stuff!  

As for Lindamar Productions upcoming projects - currently on the slate: "Tessa," ©2012 Lindamar Productions, script in progress. This is tentatively planned for production between now and Thanksgiving and post production to in the-can-film-festival ready, no later than Christmas 2012. 

"Tessa," a twenty-five year-old alluring woman leaves her true love and soul mate Drake, a tall dark handsome...woman, due to pressure from her dying mother's wish for her to live a stereotypical heterosexual life. The turmoil builds as Tessa wrestles with her choice granting her mother's wish living in . It isn't until her true love Drake shows up twenty-five years later to reclaim Tessa with a marriage proposal, when Tessa learns of her mother's real dying wish.

Nifty at Fifty

Well, well, well -- I can finally arrive for the early-bird special @ Denny's AND claim the 'senior' price at the same time! AARP baby. . . A-A-R-P!

Arriving at fifty, was perhaps, the most enlightening, free-spirited, awe-inspiring moment of my life! Perhaps that was the tums kicking in after said early-bird special! In any event, it was only natural to embrace the half-century mark in the most peaceful place on earth -- the Blue Ridge-Smokey Mountains just outside Asheville, NC, with my lady by my side!

You would think it's just another birthday, another day, another number, but for some reason, that glorious 'big five-oooohhhh' really smacked me into another dementia . . . dimension! With every beat of my aching bones . . . heart, I denied and rejected . . . marveled and basked, in the glory of reaching a half century old! How could this be? Why only last night, I was donning my white leather red-wheeled Roller Derby skates, screeching across a scuffed up oak wood floor to the monotone sound of a Hammond organ complete with church lady barking out her version of revelee, " . . . reverse skate, couples only . . . SINGLES OFF THE FLOOR" as the Bee Gees soon chimed in ". . . more than a woman." Ah eighteen . . . FIFTY?!"

I shook off the brain freeze . . . nostalgic moment, with two migraine Excedrin's and a pot of java strong enough to grow hair on a turtle's back! Immediately . . . slow and hopeful, I begin the wake-up routine after my lady sings me a dozen or so Happy Birthday verses, one sweeter than the next. Stretch just far enough to keep the shoulder from poppin' out and landing in my shoe, and my elbow from locking tighter than a bag of nickels at a penny convention! A brief flex of the feet simultaneously introduces my face to the carpet while my feet are knotted so bad with cramps they could safely secure a fleet of aircraft carriers to a row boat dock! Crawling . . . standing upright I scream bloody murder . . . yawn loud and often, as my back impersonates a box of pencils in a fucking meat grinder! "Oh, happy birthday darling," my ever-so-chipper princess bellows while the last bit of my morning vanity . . . routine is completed. Finally, before the birthday festivities . . . Epsom salts and heating pads, I turn to glance in the mirror and see my hair shooting off in so many directions a porcupine would be envious, when I turn back around to my beaming with pride . . . frightened beyond recognition, sweetheart with flip camera cocked at the ready as she chirps, ". . . how does it feel to be Fifty sweetie?"

And . . . cut! That's a wrap!

Fifty is indeed nifty!!!! :)

Repeal Murphy's Law

It's too freakin' accurate!!!!!!

Okay, I'm calm, breathing easy, eating chocolate (of course I'm eating chocolate, it's that or light up a box of straws and pretend they're cigarettes), and watching what's left of my power adapter on my laptop takes its last hacking breath. Sure I would expect this from my previous laptop of 3 years (if it weren't already in the cyber cemetery waiting on resurrection), but not from a laptop that is only 10 months old. Especially since the problem first began about 4 months ago.

Yes, you could holler and shake a pointed finger at me for not sending it in for repair when it initially occurred. But, that will only get you closer to carpal tunnel rather than my compliance. You see it is still under warranty until April, however, I'm not entirely convinced it is safe to pop it into a prepaid cardboard box and ship it on off to area 51 for prying...repairing. Add to this mounting stress heap, no job, slow-as-fucking-snails-on-a-turtle's-back student financial aid disbursements, every ounce of worldly possessions huddled in a 10 x 10 storage unit, a soon-to-be late car payment, no gas (in the car), ten pounds of new belly fat that cannot be attributed to the name junior, 4-walls that are developing a complex from being stared at everyday, and you have entered, my life!

Toss in a birthday to prepare me for early-bird specials at Shady Pines Stop and Drop all-you-can-suck-through-a-straw-shuttle-thru diner, 2-4-1 GasX/Metamucil lifetime supplies, all you can see-through-cataracts Lawrence Welk reruns and an 83 yr-old mom who is making me baked ziti for my birthday dinner, telepathically through...me!

On the bright side; as of today I declare I am: a Freelance Writer, 8 months cigarette-free, about to start a 2ND round of P90X workouts (Okay so the newly gained 10 pound belly roll dictates that declaration), a sophomore in college (thank you Northeastern), healthy (in my opinion), thankful, strong, and ready to reshape my life path to accommodate 'me' not everyone else 'but' me.

Where does this all lead? Murphy's law happens like shit on your way to accept an Oscar. Through the bad comes good if you have enough chocolate on hand. Car payments eventually end when moving to any one of the five boroughs of New York City. Life (r)evolves!

This concludes this installment of many-to-surely-come, rants.

Lake Worth, Florida - Nothing to sneeze at!

Tired of wearing four seasons worth of clothing while tunneling through the snow to get to your mailbox? Looking for a unique Bohemian-like place to defrost? Then toss your tissues pack your flip-flops, and take a look at Lake Worth, Florida.

Schedule a date with Lake Worth, not your doctor, for a weekend, or lifetime getaway. Lake Worth is a picturesque Atlantic coastal town located in the southern shadow of glitz and glamorous West Palm Beach. This quirky city is home to some 40,000 residents, and hundreds of thousands of tourists annually. The newly completed $3.4 million reconstruction of the 960-foot fishing pier has reunited locals and attracted tourists alike. While West Palm Beach to the north hosts Donald Trumps Mar-A-Lago estate, Lake Worth hosts the largest street-painting festival in the country, with local, national, and international artisan’s eager to paint the town-literally.

At this years street-painting festival one such artisan not painting the street, was banging a beat instead, on pots and pans. Sitting atop a milk crate with a vast array of pots and pans his orchestra, a drum stick his paint brush, his masterpiece; a tin-can symphony. It is this type of energy that emerges from Lake Worth on a daily basis, not simply at yearly events.

Should one need additional enticing to visit Lake Worth, a healthy dose of coffee shops straight and LGBT owned and operated restaurants nightclubs and the like line the main streets (Lake and Lucerne Ave)of downtown Lake Worth. Find time, however, to venture off the main streets to get to the heart of Lake Worth's bohemian feel-good aura. A generous supply of local celebrity can be found in and around Lake Worth to quench the most discerning taste, while on that venture.

One such sighting may be found at Mother Earth Coffee and Gifts, an eclectic coffee house not of the ilk of 'chain' coffee shops. Instead, a sole proprietorship coffee shop on the corner of 2nd Avenue N and Federal Highway. The ambiance can be felt immediately upon entering this retro-like coffee house. The free-spirit, all-welcome atmosphere offers the patrons a sensory overload from colorful sarong covered tables to feathered dream-catchers dangling above. Local artisan's pastels and oil paintings adorn the walls for pleasure and sale. Add to that, soft sounds of music from around the world, and organic free-trade coffee--and one might expect to be greeted by Janis Joplin, Cat Stevens, and Ms Cleo simultaneously.

Indeed, there is a good chance of bumping into one of these iconic personas. The notorious and controversial pop icon television psychic from the late 90‘s, Ms. Cleo, is a regular at the coffee house. She provides paid readings as well as monthly workshops on all things spiritual. Pick up a monthly calendar to be sure not to miss her and any number of other colorful events happening at Mother Earth.

While Lake Worth's celebrity and eccentricities provide lure, and the street-painting festival provides bait, this eclectic city provides a cool comfortable winter climate. Where scarves are fashionable accessories, heaters are used for all-you-can-eat buffet tables.

Such is life in bohemia. A cool breeze and warm welcome invite an infectious desire to return again and again, with or without doctors orders.

Lake Worth . . . nothing to sneeze at!

Tired of wearing four seasons of clothing at once while sippin' double shots of Nyquil cocktails and tunneling through the snow to get to your mailbox? Looking for a unique Bohemian-like lifestyle to defrost? Then toss your tissues, pack your flip-flops and, row a boat, ride a train, fly a plane, peddle a bicycle or drive your car, as all are welcome, to Lake Worth, Florida.

Schedule a date with Lake Worth, not your doctor, for a weekend or lifetime getaway. A picturesque Atlantic coastal town located in the southern shadow of glitz and glamorous West Palm Beach. Lake Worth is home to some 37,000 residents, and three-times that amount of tourists.¹ Perhaps the newly reopened (December 2009) Lake Worth Pier has attracted some of those tourists, and the many outdoor cafe's, shops and boutiques, attract others. Not to be shunned behind the larger West Palm Beach; Lake Worth boasts the largest street-painting festival in the country, with local, national, and international artisan’s.²

Should you need additional enticing to captivate you into reaching for some love-beads and peace sign sunglasses; a healthy dose of coffee shops, straight and LGBT owned and friendly restaurants, nightclubs and the like, adorn the main streets (Lake and Lucerne Ave) running through the heart of downtown Lake Worth. With a generous supply of local celebrity sightings to motivate your carry-on packing skills, Lake Worth has a healthy dose to quench the most discerning if not simply curios, thirsting palate.

One such sighting may be found at an ecclectic coffee house, not of the ilk of 'chain' coffee shops. This corner shop is a sole proprietorship coffee shop on the corner of 2nd Avenue and Federal Highway. The ambiance is felt once you step inside, as one might expect to be greeted by Janis Joplin's spirit, Cat Stevens music and Ms Cleo’s Tarot cards, while you peruse the Frank and Myrrh incense and local art renderings on the shelves and walls. As a matter of fact, you stand a very good chance (6:7) of indeed bumping into one of the above three. No wild mushrooms involved.

The notorious and controversial pop icon television psychic from 1999-2002, Ms. Cleo, is a regular at the coffee house. She provides paid readings as well as monthly workshops on all things spiritual. Pick up a monthly calendar to be sure not to miss her. When you arrive at Mother Earth Coffee and Gifts, tell the owner Patti, MaryAnn sent you (but don't tell my ex...Ms. Cleo).

While Lake Worth indeed has its eccentricities, such as those I have cleverly disguised as reasons to forego the couch and come visit our fair city. However, the street-painting festival is one of the largest draws and on its own artistic merit should be enough to make the most indecisive winter prisoner re-consider Lake Worth.

This year, 2010, a gentleman sat atop an inverted milk crate with several pots, pans, cups and cans, and simply created-music. While thousands of people passed him by to reach the dozen or so food tents, tens of people steadily crowded around him, and paid him support and encouragement for his efforts.

Such is the life in bohemia. A cool breeze, warm welcome, and an infectious desire to return again with or without doctors orders.

Lake Worth . . . Nothing to sneeze at!

Tired of long johns, nightquil, and shoveling a tunnel to your mailbox? Looking for a unique bohemianish defrosting spot? Look no further than these words you are now reading. Pencil in Lake Worth Florida for your next getaway for a weekend or a lifetime. A picturesque Atlantic coastal town located in the southern shadow of glitz and glamorous West Palm Beach, Lake Worth is home to some 37,000 residents, and three-times and growing amount of tourists. Perhaps the newly reopened (December 2009) and rebuilt Lake Worth Pier as attracted some, yet the many outdoor cafe's, shops attract others. Not to be undone, Lake Worth boasts the largest street-painting festival in the country, with local, national, and international artististants.

If all that is not enough to captivate you into reaching for some retro love-beads and peace sign sunglasses, a healthy dose of coffee shops, straight and LGBT restaurants, nightclubs and the like, adorn the main streets (Lake and Lucerne Ave) running through the heart of downtown. As if your excitement has not alreadygotten you off this blog post, searching frantically for the proper 1-quart ziplock bag rapidly filled with trial sized toiletries, perhaps a little controversy will clinch your itinerary to include a stay in Lake Worth.

With all its eccentricities, a rather quaint coffee house, not of the same ilk as the 'chain' coffee shops, but a single sole proprietership coffee shop where once you step inside, you half expect to be greeted by Janis Joplin, Martha Stewart and Ms Cleo simultaneously. As a matter of fact, you stand a very good chance (6:7) you will indeed bump into the notorious and tarneshed television psychic from the early 2000's, Ms. Cleo, as she is a regular at the coffee house providing paid readings as well as monthly workshops on all things spiritual. Head down to Mother Earth Coffee and Gifts, tell the owner Patti, MaryAnn sent ya (but don't tell my ex...Ms. Cleo)!

Orient, New York - When handed a fork, head north . . . to the Orient Point on the North Fork of Long Island. This quaint New Englandesque vacation/fishing spot can be found nestled at the end of vineyard-lined NY 25 East. NY25 runs east from midtown Manhattan to the northern end of Long Island in, Orient Point.

Whether you prefer a walk along a shell and rock covered beach on a blustery winter day, or window shopping from your car, Orient Point provides peaceful bliss all year long.