The Cute Italian

Wow -- Michele is so cute. This was our Jerusalem honeymoon. He's a long lost friend, someone connected to all the cute gay boys I know in this world -- the world being L.A., NYC, Paris and Berlin -- interesting that he and I should meet in the Holy City. Which by the way, ceases to be Holy when strolling with a hot blooded Italian man who is gaping at all the olive skinned boys. My pious ways dissolved as we lusted after Greek Orthodox monks, Palestinian teenagers in tight jeans holding hands, and a long-lashed soldier boy who looked like Osama's cousin. I out did him in sacrelige when I crucified myself on a cross outside the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. "Wow, even Madonna has not done that."

Ah yes, but the call of work is much louder than well, our giggles and offensive commentary. Was supposed to frolic with cuteness tomorrow at the Dead Sea -- but after a 5 hour script meeting in Jaffa today with Ilil Alexander-- who is so damn brilliant -- I now want nothing more than to continue work on the script. Which is still totally disorganized. Hopefully in this next round I will feel less circular and lost and more clear to at least start hacking away at a path that will then unlock the structure of the project. My problems in life could be worse.

Like Ariel Sharon may croak -- intense.

Saw a movie by a Palestinian female director Ibtesaam Maranna (who I wrote about for the Independent for her first film, Paradis) this second film was about something called "Bidal" or the Arab tradition that you marry off two people at once -- like a brother and sister must marry a brother and sister of another family. Or a father and daughter-- the snag is-- well, trying to please four people at once, but worse if one marraige separates they both have to separate. The portrayal of village life of these women was so depressing -- makes me even more impressed with Ibtesaam's courage and thankful that my biggest problems right now are figuring out the structure of my script.

Could be worse indeed.