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In April, somebody stole my iPhone. My life shifted in April — and it was hard to sense how much of that shift was from the loss in communications for a few days. Other things contributed, to be sure: focus on my indie film, the seasons, I hit a sense of being in LA rather than being new to LA, I had a horrible audition, etc. The point? Well, today I got a new iPhone (white 16GB 3GS), and now that I have an iPhone again, I am wondering if some of the goodness that I had in my life in the first quarter of 2009 will return. Not that things have been bleak without a gadget, but there was a shift. So I’m watching for another shift. We shall see….

Do I call it The Cherry Hipster Orchard, The Hipster Orchard, or The Hipster Cherry Orchard?

In any case, the line is one I read once upon a time in a reading — my first foray into acting alongside professionals, in fact.

GAYEV. Dear, highly respected bookcase. I salute your existence. Yeah, man. For more than one hundred years, you have been copacetic to your witty ideals of Bettie Page and Freakonomics.

Okay, this time there is exactly one Google search result for “the three hipster sisters” — isn’t there some sort of internets prize for that?

Anyway, in what has suddenly become a brilliant, scintillating, continuing series of opening lines of hipster versions of Chekhov, I offer a first line to The Three Sisters, as heard in Silver Lake.

OLGA. It’s exactly a year ago that Father died, isn’t it? More cowbell.

At this moment in time (just after midnight, very early on June 24), if you search for the phrase “The Hipster Seagull” on Google, you get «No results found for "the hipster seagull"» and some alternative results, including something about Utah’s ironic hipsters now being outnumbered by Utah’s pretentious hipsters.

Wha?!?! You say there’s no hipster version of The Seagull? Dammit, there ought to be a hipster edition of Chekhov’s classic play! Hmmm. How would it start?

HOPPER. Mamie, why do you always wear black ironic tees?
MAMIE. I am in mourning for my lifestyle.

Feel free to add to this scintillating re-work. Please add brilliant Chekhovian dialog as it might be heard in Williamsburg or Silver Lake. Watch out, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies!

My brother Jared, his wife Kristie and I, we all went down to Santa Monica on Saturday morning. June gloom, a slight chill and a little mist did not deter us!

We rented one (1) tandem bicycle and one (1) trike. No normal bikes for us as we cruised the beach path, culminating with a pelican encounter at the Venice pier. Jared and I tried to imitate the pelican, but Kristie was very scared of it. Good times!

See a couple dozen pix here: MobileMe Gallery: Beach Ride.

New hiking shoes: check. Swimwear: check. Flashlight: check. Sunglasses: check. Recipes for my turn to cook: check. Lotions, potions and pills that make up the general walking pharmacopoeia we all are these days: check.

I’m off to Moab! Stay turned for pictures of the wonders of the world: Natural Bridges National Monument, Delicate Arch, nieces, nephews, my farmer’s tan.

This coming weekend, I will be in Moab with my family.

I am learning that nobody that I know in LA has ever heard of Moab. This is surprising to me. I always figure that outdoorsy stuff is widely known, but even when I follow “Moab” up with “Arches National Park” I get lots of “huh”s and blank stares of incomprehension. People, just search the word moab on Google images, and you will behold nature’s wonder.

Bought some new shoes in preparation for the trip. My local Runyon Canyon hikes will also benefit from these lightweight hiking shoes, as the old shoes are, well, old. Let’s be honest, they’re just brown cross-trainers … but oh so comfy!

P.S. If I were buying a boot, not a shoe, and were anticipating cooler weather, I would be in love with this fine, fine piece of footwear.

There will be no photo from yesterday’s shoot. We drove many hours in a black Audi convertible, a good looking car. I look good in it, and Rebecca looks even better, but I don’t have pictures of that goodness. We shot for many hours, so I also have a serious farmer’s tan — and I will certainly not be posting any photos of that either!