America's Sweetheart. Soultionist; pixel monkey; media whore; recovering film critic; baseball fanatic; husband; Texan; human.
I'm a "one-man band" when it comes to content: copy writing & editing, web design, audio & video production, and a whole lot more. Here's my resume (PDF).
Tomorrow night, I head to the Dallas International Film Festival unofficial kickoff, the Press Party. It’ll be the sixth time I’ve attended, the third where I’m affiliated with the Festival and not with an external outlet, and the first where I’m not going to be at the Festival every single night. There are film writers [...]
My storage solution is a complete disaster. See, I have been shooting digital video for thirteen years. As I’ve gone along my merry way, I’ve had terabytes and terabytes that I’ve lost due to inadequate drive space, bad equipment, or just poor naming leading to deletion. What I need… is a Drobo. For those who [...]
Before I begin, I want you all to take a deep breath – especially my friends who have worked in the service industry. Ready? Okay. Is it feasible for restaurants and bars to price their goods where servers and bartenders made an actual, salaried wage instead of relying on tips or other gratuity to bring [...]
42. There was a time, seven or eight years ago, where I would have been able to rattle off a long diatribe on how the 22-year-old version of Devin Pike was light years apart from the 42-year-old. Thinner, easily. More focused? Hardly. Volatile? I wonder. Which rabbit hole do I really want to go down [...]
Weight this morning: 250 lbs. 28 pounds down; 50 pounds to go. Let’s get through the other stuff first – you know, the things in my life that don’t revolve around my waistline. First, there’s the 2012 Dallas International Film Festival. I am in awe of everyone who works to put the Festival on, and [...]
Weight this morning: 256 lbs. 22 pounds down; 58 pounds to go. I’ve run into a few people over the last three months who ask me the exact same thing: “How are you doing it?” When I tell them “Diet and exercise,” a few people peer in, as if I’m hiding something. “No, really, dude. [...]