No, Spielberg does not live here. So yes, the academy award. So yes, yes and yes. I fell asleep in her arms... Finally saw who she was there with... I stole her away from her little group of elites. Who needs them anyway. They just make you feel like shit for not being in a Spielberg film. Here's more:

June 15th, 2004 POST:

07:17 am In the Valley: Day 2
Did I mention I am only doing this scouting as a favor? It's isolating, it's deceptive, and yet G****** knows I have a director's eye. I have for years. "Storyboard. You have the art talent, the experience, and a loyal following," he says over the phone again. I ignore him as usual. Like I said, I'm just doing this as a favor. We're already on the road, headed up 58--to the East. This is the Great Central Valley: it extends for hundreds of miles--fifty miles at its widest. And it is perfectly suitable for film. But not just the valleys. There are the small towns, the mountain views, the mountain prairies and forests and Montana-esque rivers, pristine and secluded in canyons. And as I alluded to yesterday, this place has a strange tie-in to film. Psycho, North by Northwest...a million westerns. Fearless was shot in corn fields off old highway 99, which is reminiscent of Iowan vistas and ideals. I'll admit that Weir did great with that one.  ¶ 4:32 PM