posted to pulseI am fit to serve in leadership as Palo Alto City Council or ARB member, but Terry wanted me to take her to dinner so we blew off chance to meet Teddy.
so it goes.
I know Michael Wolff slightly so it was weird to watch his son play “teddy” in the Palo alto movie.
read my spoof about the Franco’s and “420 Cambridge”
edit to add, three days later:
blogger and poltical ingenue Victoria Thorpe called my 100 word proposed post “incoherent and irrelevant” and deleted rather than let her three readers or her puppet master decide for selfs. This, while far from explicating, colors between the lines a wee bit (and yes I admit I spelled the jazz pianist incorrectly; also, Val Kilmer’s son plays “Teddy’ while Michael’s son plays “James known as Teddy”.
From the Huff:
Nat Wolff is about to become the breakout star of the summer. The 19-year-old actor not only stars in the film adaptation of John Green’s best-selling young adult novel “The Fault In Our Stars,” he’s the main reason why you should see “Palo Alto,” the new movie based on James Franco’s “Palo Alto: Stories” and directed by Gia Coppola. In the film, which focuses on a group of rebellious high school kids in an urban town, Wolff plays Fred, a slightly psychotic teenager who tends to bring out the worst in his best friend Teddy, played by Jack Kilmer.
The son of jazz pianist Michael Wolff and actress Polly Draper, the actor got his start starring on the Nickelodeon show “The Naked Brothers Band” with younger brother, Alex. While still balancing his music career, Wolff has explored his passion for acting, starring in films such as “Stuck In Love” and “Admission.” He’s also set to play the lead role in John Green’s other book-turned-movie, “Paper Towns.”
Even weirderly, this doo hickey wants to change my girlfriend’s name for me. (and it wants to change weirdly and foohicky)
When I went in to see Dennis Burns about the jew-baiting scenario, he asked me how I feel and I said “bewitched, beguiled and bewildered, it’s a song”. Thank you cancan to my padre.
That feels a lot better, right?
and further: Terry and I caught up with poet laureate without portfolio of San Luis Obisbo, Don Wallis born in ’46 to my ’64; the first thing I told him was that what we have in common was that the Cards won the first series in both years.
I guess John Berryman “Dream Songs” is incoherent if that last book you read was Good Night Moon and not Good Night Mother. Isn’tit pretty? Acerb Ace Aced Aces indeedy. Or are you only allowed one “indeedy” per month?