I'm beat! I ended up driving 9 hours today by myself. All I have to say is thank God for adaptive cruise control. That saved me from joint pains, but it also led to us getting a ticket. I was in the middle of explaining something to my cousin about how to be diplomatic and respectful to her professors, when I got a chance to demonstrate how that would come about with a police officer. At first, I didn't know why we were being pulled over. He pointed to a sign next to us and i

A lot has happened in the past couple weeks since last I posted. First, we've been busy applying for a non-fiscal sponsorship through the International Documentary Association and other grants that had deadlines. These things take a lot of time to prepare. Thus far, we've done over 11 drafts on our proposal material. Now, we're being asked to update our budget. Hopefully, this'll be done before the end of the week. For those of you interested in applying for grants, here's a

Now, there's no shooting until May 26th. But I've got everything else to organize with becoming a non-profit and then applying for grants before May 15th. It'll be a marathon race. On top of that, music for the film is already coming through. Thomas Bellier is already composing tracks for the film. He's trying to get everything mostly done before he leaves back for Paris on June 15th. That means I've got to come up with money for him to do the recordings, getting studio time,

I didn't know what was going to happen at the salon. I had been there a month ago and gotten a haircut from Samantha. She was very kind and mature. "I don't care about money," she told me. "I just want to do something I love. That's why I chose cutting hair. I like connecting with people." "What helped you realize that?" I asked. "Oh, I don't know," she said. "My parents and my church." I wanted to know more. I asked her if we could film us getting a haircut and then talk abo

"You're crying too much," Nemanja says. "You're having a nervous breakdown." I couldn't tell if Nemanja was being serious, so I told him I didn't think so. That it was just healthy to let it out. He agreed, so I'm assuming he was joking. Still, I get that lots of people might see me crying through this experience as being vulnerable and weak. That's sort of what we're taught. Men can't cry. It's not allowed. My wife, Sohee, confirmed this. "In Korea," she said. "We have a say