The Blog of Jared Head
I’d like to think I’m a part of a new generation of great writers; maybe spark a revolution in the authorial world. I’m young, so there’s plenty of time.
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While I Play Unfitting Music
Ever have those moments when you’re working on something and the most unfitting, clashing kind of music comes on?
I’m sitting here writing about a car chase to gun battle in Downtown Long Beach while the theme to the video game Katamari Damacy (one of the few video games who’s music I enjoyed). Seriously, rolling things up with [...]
The Conversations I Hear Once Back In College:
“Yeah, I was totally like, tuckered out after. I’ve never had 6 hours of non-stop sex before. I even sent a text message in the middle of climaxing.”
Go on…
Look Back
I’m sitting here now, close to 1am. Outside it’s cold as hell, a rare California freezer of a night. Clear sky though, I can see hundreds of stars, another rarity. I took a step outside to mentally recharge after almost three sold hours of writing.
I let “Gimmie Shelter” by The Rolling Stones flow forth from [...]
These past few weeks…a return!
Well, here we are folks. It’s been quite a while and a lot has happened.
I attended the opening of a new museum in my town, the Columbia Memorial Space Center. Funny thing happened too, as it turns out I know the director. After talking with him for a bit, I’m now currently a volunteer there. [...]
Prop. 8: Religion Gone Wild!
About 30 minutes ago, the California Supreme Court upheld the ban on same-sex marriages brought on by Prop. 8 in our last election. Kinda of ironic that we elected our first black president, but 52% of voters here in usually liberal California decided to deny progress in gay rights.
But seriously, why is Prop. 8 being [...]
Published!…sort of
A letter I wrote to my local newspaper about the possible destruction of a local landmark was published.
Surprise!
Best Night EVAR? …No…
Tonight in my improv class, one of the other leaders of my professional improv group, Chameleon Comedy came in and after quickly rushing with her outside, I asked if we could go see our producer contact after the class about a “production meeting” we’re suppose to go to this Saturday.
She agreed, even though we’d be [...]
