OK, technically one’s a David and one’s a Dave (and I respect that given that I’m an “Edward,” and while a hard-core group of college roommates and people who’ve known me since the Eisenhower administration call me “Eddie” (which I love), I’m not so kee...

The Universe can sometimes be too funny. Yesterday was a very intense workday, capped by a delightful dinner at Plant with Susan and Val and Belle. Perhaps the funniest moment of the day, however, was this Cosmic Wink. I got a copy of AS A MAN THINKETH by James Allen, written in 1903, from the Library beca...

Obviously, Shakespeare had parting and not cupcakes in mind (probably) when he wrote that line, and it was indeed very sad to drive Adrian to the airport last night after our awesome week together in San Francisco. Anyone who knows me at all, knows I love a good cupcake, and just before we left we found th...

Monday morning I reconstructed my to do list — there were an overwhelming number of activities on it — and my usual system of sorting things (based on SEVEN HABITS OF HIGHLY EFFECTIVE PEOPLE) just wasn’t helping. Creating a David Neagle inspired list of “Miracle Generating” ac...

No Oscars for us on Sunday night. Instead, Adrian and Belle and I went to the rescheduled Simone Dinnerstein concert at the Montalvo Arts Center, an easy hour drive from San Francisco into bucolic countryside. It’s your basic Italianate villa on 175 acres that a Senator built in the 20s and left to t...

So yesterday I received about 200 messages congratulating me for the appearance of my dropback painting in the New York Times.  It was fantastic and a little overwhelming. We’re talking about my speed dials & people I haven’t spoken to in 20 years;  people I’ve just met & folks I&...

Woke up this morning with a rough plan of the day sketched out at dinner last night with Adrian, mostly of some work I had to do [more screenplay edits + a bid for a small directing gig … that sort of thing] and a list of various activities for us during his visit. Then, while checking email from my ...

First, one absurdly simple solution to a problem occurred today –– a spa MIRACLE as it were –– that I’m not going to relate in full here but … let’s just say it’s VERY good news and solved my biggest cash flow problem of the week effortlessly and unexpectedly...

OK — that doesn’t exist — at least not yet, but Sally Hershberger is now charging $800 for a trim. [May I remind my faithful readers that I got the best haircut of my life for $5 at a local, non-descript Chinese place recommended by my friend Brian?] The reason I bring it up is because I&...