The Voices in Frank's Head

Okay - I just got back from Illuminate. It was fantastic - but I'm too wired to sleep at the moment. I was tempted to go out somewhere else, but I'm doing a clean-up effort with the Super Bowl Host Committee tomorrow morning - so that's out. Anyway, I was sorting through my email and found something that I thing is totally freakin' hysterical. Go to Google and type in "Failure" in the search window. Click on "I'm Feeling Lucky" and see what you get. Someone within Google had to have set it up this way deliberately. We'll see how long this stays there.

I went to the grand opening of the Rowland Cafe last Thursday. It's been in the Guardian Building for awhile now, pretty much ever since Francis and Claire's wedding reception last May, in fact. Thursday, however, was their grand opening. Free coffee all day. I'm not much of a coffee fan, but as the Great Wise Men once said, "Free stuff is cool!" Amanda Box was there all day - slinging coffee for anyone who would care to drink it. Let's face it: she makes that place happen. They closed the day out with a bang - a fashion show that featured designs from the Pure Detroit Design Lab (coincidentally, owned by the same people). I snapped a few photos of the fashion show, Amanda and the rest of the day. You can find them in my Yahoo photo album .

Okay - so earlier this year we finally got rid of the Red Tinker-Toys along Washington Blvd. in downtown Detroit. And what happens next? The morons in the Michigan Department of Transportation decide to replace them with the Blue Tinkertoys of Taylor . Officially, they're part of a bridge over Telegraph Rd. along I-94. Built as an homage to football (because the Super Bowl is coming to town). They called it a "Gateway to Detroit." Urgh! Let's face it. The thing is ugly. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. It's really that simple. Ugly. I swear, I could hand a bottle of Jack Daniels to any randomn homeless guy downtown and get a better design than that one. Plus, it took forever to build the darn thing - creating a traffic nightmare whenever I needed to go west of Detroit. It wouldn't be so bad if they just said, "hey, we built this really expensive bridge and it's blue." It would be easier for me to igorne it then. But that's not what happened. They

Wow! I can't believe it's been an entire week since I've written anything. I swear, I'm having withdrawls or something. Anyway, I saw Domino last Wednesday. It was a decent movie, not fantastic but decent. The good news is that movie has Keira Knightley in it. It also has a good story line and acting. What I detested about the film was its "MTV Grittiness" - that is a sense of grittiness that you can tell was crafted by make-up artists and set designers. It simply doesn't even come close to looking real. (Hey - I was born and raised in Detroit: I know my grittiness and it's important to me). A part of me kept looking at everything on the set and wanting to completely redesign almost every aspect of it. The dirt. The blood spatter. Everything. All the music really didn't do much of anything for me. I think they spent so much money on make-up, dressing the set and that freakin' MTV-style editing that they could only afford no-name mus

North Country , starring Charlize Theron , doesn't open in theaters until Friday, October 21st. However, I am so darn cool that I got to see it yesterday - more than a week ahead of everyone else. Well, okay - it's not really that I am oh-so-cool. It really has more to do with the fact that I did some pro bono work for the folks at the Michigan Production Alliance. This was their way of thanking me. On the whole, North Country movie was very good. I'm sure some of the cast will even pick up an Oscar nomination or two as a result of their performances. However, there was something about the script. It's hard to describe, but at the very end - I was left wanting more; something that wasn't there. It felt like biting into a hamburger, only to find nothing but burger and bun. No lettuce. No pickles or onions. No ketchup or mustard. Just the burger and the bun. It's that basic sense that there wasn't anything bad about what was there, just that there

I was in Lansing today, covering a couple of legislative meetings for my day job. One of the meetings was the Senate Natural Resources Committee. The Senate's full session ran over, which meant that all of the related committee meetings started late. How late, you ask? Late enough that I was able to read 3 magazines while waiting in the hearing room. Late enough that, when I ran out of reading material, I skipped out and grabbed a few more shots to add to my growing collection of digital photos of the State Capitol. (I swear, if this keeps up, in a few more months I'm going to publish my own photographic retrospective of the building). Anyway, I've got a few photos of the Capitol itself and the goings on inside of it on the web .

I logged on this morning and there were 18 emails in my in-box to deal with in one way or another. I've spent much of the day dealing with them and I still have 19 sitting in my in-box - 6 Post-It notes stuck by my computer with notes of stuff for me to do. Urgh! It never ends. Right now, I'm organizing both a fundraiser from the FoBC as well as the second round of a Preservation Summit involving 21 different historic preservation, civic and professional groups. Dang, my life is just so much fun! And you know what - right now I also have the hugest craving for Taco Bell. 2 bean burritos with sour cream and some fire sauce. Or maybe a Mexican Pizza. Dang - that sounds good. The only that doesn't sound good is the late night calories and my need to drop a few pounds. Urgh! Back to the emails.

So, I was originally scheduled to meet my friend Isaac for lunch at one of the coney islands downtown. About a half hour or so beforehand, he calls me and tells me to meet at Preservation Wayne's office instead. Anyway, I get there and promptly announces that he's leaving for the Gulf Coast soon. He apparently just got a contract through FEMA to do some consulting work down there for the next couple of months. It's a contract that's generous enough that a) we went to The Whitney instead and b) he picked up the check. I had my digital camera with me and snapped a few pics of The Whitney - it's a really cool restaurant, so cool in fact that I have trouble imagining it as a private residence even though I know that's what it was originally built as.

Earlier this year, I worked on an indie film project called The Passenger with the guys from Thought Collide. They're having a special screening of it at the Emagine Theatre in Novi this evening. A flyer for it is on-line at http://igorfilms.com/pics/thepassenger.flyer.jpg

I have a simple tip for anyone, and everyone, in Detroit. Next time you're downtown - stop by the Hard Rock Cafe. Ask if Emily is tending bar. If she is, then get down on your knees and beg her to make you a Sleepy Hallow Martini . Okay - you probably don't have to get down on your knees. Still, it's her own conconction and she won't give the recipe to anyone else. And it so darn good. Mmmm.... I'm getting thirsty just thinking about it. Sleepy Hallow Martini. For some reason, Blogger won't let me post a photo of it. Still you can see it at http://igorfilms.com/pics/sleepy.hallow.martini.jpg Mmm.... Even the URL seems yummy!