I'll be 38 next week, which is no big shakes as life is good and numbers don't mean anything. I've had a great year personally and professionally, and owe a lot of people my gratitude for being part of my ongoing evolution as a human being.
A few:
My folks, who survived my stints in art school, then film school. You are both brave to have not steered me toward the safety of more ordinary pursuits.
Patricia, from whom I've learned plenty. Thank you from the bottom of my feet.
Allee, the most purely creative, unrestrained artist I may ever have the pleasure to know. Your fascination with process is catching.
Beth, who opens doors and somehow manages to be an agent and a human being at the same time.
Carrie, who never stops moving and doesn't let me, either.
Christo, who continues to make films that matter to him. You are a true friend and visionary.
Garry, whose easygoing demeanor still serves as a model for my own twelve years after graduting film school.
Paul, the only person fool enough to ever give me stage time. You're a genius.
Stevie, who has provided me with many great adventures in filmmaking since (along with Christo and Bobby) putting me up when I was new to town.
My WA friends, whose comraderie and occasional lunches remind me that I belong here and that this is what I should be doing instead of cleaning horse stalls.
The membership at large of the many professional organizations that I belong to here. It blows my mind to be in a room filled with people who all, at some point, gambled on a career in the arts and won.
There are more, and you know who you are. Here's to the next year and beyond, and thank you.