Things are crazy.  I just got out of a meeting with a former Prime Minister of Japan who wants to help find a way to produce this Taiwanese show.  Then, I was invited to two nice fresh Cuban cigars and some great grand marnier and rum at party in an Omote Sando basement by a designer contact I just met.  Unfortunately, The Activist was with us and she doesn’t like cigar smoke, but when we suggested to change places, she insisted that we stay because she had work she needed to get done.  Life is fucked up, but at least things are moving.  It is a strange life.

I am happy, but confused.  I hope when work starts on the Taiwan project in March, it will clear my head.  This producing stuff can drive you crazy!