just as you are

i've always loved this dedication john steinbeck wrote for his novel east of eden. i thought of it today while coming home with a box of Veniero's which is the best italian bakery in the east village. awww mannn... akiva and i went crazy and bought a couple pounds of pastries after drinking beers at an old man bar adam likes ( i like it too though).
beyond the happiness of egg cream, i'm bummed i didn't get any stills from my shoot beyond the ones i posted below. my camera battery died which Never happens. but i'll import some later as i'm editing. tomorrow i'm on set for another crew member. ho hum. i'm ready for the thrills and kills of high speed action films. wish we were making one. below is the sentimentality i was talking about above that Steinbeck thought of while hanging out in central california, near the coast. i wonder who pat is....

Dear Pat,
You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, "Why don't you make something for me?"
I asked you what you wanted, and you said, "A box."
"What for?"
"To put things in."
"What things?"
"Whatever you have," you said.
Well, here's your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts- the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation.
And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.
And still, the box is not full.
John