The intersections are where we meet like bumper cars.

We all are sliding like nothing is touching the ground.

Why did I leave?

Why am I back in the car?

Why am I even trying to drive?

I'm staying in a motel.

I have cable.

I have a hot shower.

I am not leaving.

There is safety here at the motel. The manager is a sweet lady who cares about me. She stops by my room to give me emergency phone numbers if I get in trouble on the road.

There is a diner in walking distance. I slip and fall in the parking lot. On the ground. My head on the ice. I see a sign above me that says, "Jerry."

I think the sign is a SIGN!

I was so scared!

The car was sliding all over the road. It was just ice and wind and gravity.

I left the safety of a warm farm house and less than an hour later, it was ice!

The road is mean.

Cars and trucks zoom by way too fast.

Inches away from me is certain death. Head on. Off the bridge. Crash into the tailgate of a truck. Burn in flames and then freeze in cold.

I pull off the road. An exit ramp. Cars and trucks are sliding back down the slope. A band of young dudes in a black van are tipped over in the ditch. A Mexican family of seven in a small car parked sideways.

We all are here in Weatherford, Oklahoma.

Trapped.

Alive.

Weatherford.

OK.

Weather.

Odd.

Not Okay!

Today has been an interesting day!

I was a little sad. Everyone knows I'm leaving and driving back to Los Angeles.

My brother Stan was sitting in a chair outside resting from cutting wood and I was standing talking about not wanting to be in the way of his family and just hanging around waiting for my life to get better. He was telling me that I should try and get some land nearby and that I could stay with them as long as I wanted till that happened.

In my head I was thinking about the drive across the country and a line from the DVD I bought Stan and watched with him last night, called "Broken Trail." In it Robert Duvall's Prentice "Print" Ritter, a cowboy seeking out his nephew, Tom Harte (Thomas Haden Church) to help Harte start a new life with a big bankroll from herding some horses.

"Truth is, you're as loose as ashes to the wind," Ritter tells his nephew.

Loose as ashes to the wind, I love that sentence!

Just then I saw that bald eagle flying free up over Stan's house again.

I was thinking about my brother's land, the soft rich dirt, the wood, the smell of smoke from the chimney and the arrowhead I found next to the tree. I walked over and started picking at the small rocks with a stick left over from broken branches caused by the ice storm. There it was!

Another arrowhead!

Is it pointing me somewhere?

Does two arrows mean something?

Is it like two hands on a clock ticking away at time?

Is there some target I need to hit? Two targets?

Is it just luck I found them?

Does it mean anything?

Stopped by this Bank to get some cash and discovered they serve beer!

If you are ever in Billings, Mo, you can stop by this saloon built in an old bank by an old vaudeville star and get a cold one.

It was the only Bank open today around here!

Getting ready to head back to Los Angeles and I'm getting very sad about leaving.

But I'm looking forward to being in a city that has a theatre playing David Lynch's "Inland Empire."

I like to come up with things to look forward to. It gets me through my day.

I like to think one day we will live on Mars, too.

This is the Sunset Drive In Aurora, Mo!

I so want to see a Roger Corman flick there, but it's not open in the winter.

Just stopped by to snap some pics and two different pickup trucks stopped to let me know they weren't open until summer.

People are so nice here!

Hope Drive Ins come back in style!

I was behind this!

Don't know if you can see what's going on, but this driver was so upset at another driver, he pulled out his chainsaw and begain flailing it about the window! In LA, it'd be guns, here it's a chainsaw driveby!

It sure has been fun here!

I took this picture of a Bald Eagle that was flying around my brother's mountain!

It is so cool that he has eagles nesting in the trees and rocks of his property! I was very surprised I was able to capture it in pictures as it was moving pretty good. You can click on the photo for a close up picture of it!

The coolest thing happened; There was a huge old walnut tree next to the house and I was looking at the trunk of the tree to see if there was any damage after the ice storm and among the scattered rocks at it's base, I found an arrowhead!

Not only that, but it looks like some Indian sat up against the tree making arrowheads, there's all sorts of broken flint and chipped rocks.

I love that feeling of stepping back in time by finding that next to the tree. Maybe that arrowhead was in a deer, or maybe a bear, or a cowboy crossing the great state of Missouri!

Today was a very important day for me!

As you can see, people really want to share those important moments with me.

Today, I saw the greatest movie, maybe the most important movie for me at this point in my life. It was like I had a special screening. I was all alone.

While others were crammed into theatres at Sundance, While others looked to the Oscar nominations, I sat alone and a few times wept watching "The Fountain."

I was so moved.

This is my "2001: A Space Odyssey," my "Love Story," my "Intolerance: Love's Struggle Throughout the Ages," this film speaks to me!

So it is mine.

My brother walked me up to the very top of his mountain and over the valley is this house that he wants me to own so our properties can touch.

I took this photo just as a bald eagle flew overhead.

It was so beautiful and a breeze moved across the field as did a shadow of a cloud.

That tree sitting next to the barn is very very old. It reminds me of the Giving Tree. In the barn, I will put on shows.

I wish I had the money to buy it.

People are so funny!

I got this email:

"Jerry,

Hopes you are doing well in your ice storm. I was very worries about you when I not see many postings on your's blog. The coldest weather has been very bad on me farm and family here in West Bahia. Have you ever been in Brazil? We grow up Sugar Cane and will be making Ethanol like you people family do in Missousi (my speeling no to good), but you asks for people sexy pictures and I show then and sent you this of me my sister took on ours field. She makes our catolog,too.

If ever you want to visit come see our farm, we have much room and music dance 25 km from here, I's no you very much like.

I reads you evyday and lets me know I will be in America some day soon. You ahve nice family,

Rani"

I have friends Worldwide! Yay!

Okay, I spoke too soon!

Here's Ice Storm Trap on YouTube!

Maybe the upload speeds are down because of the ice storm?

Emails are coming in from various folks enjoying themselves at Sundance, though one friend broke her leg, so that makes me feel better that I'm not the only one all fussy about ice and snow.

Been seeing a lot of my father in and out of the hospital. It depresses me to no end. Everytime I go to see him, I get all stressed and ill. One, I am constantly reminded that we are all getting old. Then, he's so sick and feeble and unable to take care of himself and he won't go to an assisted living center, but he shits all over himself and his house because he has no control over his body. It's hard to keep reminding myself that he's a Human Being.

Even the Nurse that comes over once a week, can't take it.

What am I going to do? These feelings are so difficult to deal with. I'm in such pain.

I don't want to be in a situation like he is, I'll kill myself before that...

But when do you know when?

Is that when dementia takes over and then it's too late to remember you were going to kill yourself before you became a burden?

Should I kill myself when I lose all my hair?

Should I kill myself when I can't wipe my ass?

Should I kill myself when I can't drive?

Should I kill myself when I discover no one is around who will take care of me?

This may be THE MOST horrifying movie I've made yet!

I'm still fairly traumatized by the events that happen in it. My family seems perturbed that I filmed it, but as I told them, If I hadn't filmed it, Who would've seen it?

I'm sorry that it's posted here as an mp4, but YouTube, Myspace and Google Video all passed and wouldn't post it.

Here's, Ice Storm Trap in mp4.

I know I'm sick and feverish, because I just dreamed I was working in the pit at a NASCAR-thing and I was all greasy and sweaty and Kelly Clarkson asked me to escort her to her trailer, but she took me down under the bleachers to a dark wet spot where an old mattress was rotting and she told me to undress, I said, no and she said she would tell everyone I had tried to molest her, so I undressed, but I was all scared because of my beer belly and back hair, thinking it might not appeal to her, however, when I looked down my body was kickin' and I was all ripped and my abs were tight and my arms were like guns and my weener was so hard you wouldn't be able to tattoo anything on it...

She got all turned on, but I just could not take my eyes off of myself. I had to keep pushing her out of the way. She was getting between me and a tall broken mirror on the dirty wall.

She began crying and started getting all boring and nagging, so I split. I walked out into the open air of the race and forgot to put on any of my clothes. I was walking around nude, people were gathering around me laughing, when I looked down at my smoking hot body, it was the same old hairy and flabby gut me.

That fever dream sucked!

Next time, I'm slipping that lil' bitch the stones no matter what!

If you are ever without power, the fastest way to make sure your utility company gets it back up, is to go out and spend lots of money on a portable generator and then you'll find by the time you get back home your power will be restored and you will have an expensive piece of equipment that you will never use ever again.

I'm able to check my email and I see I have several letters from people wondering if I'm going to meet them at the Sundance Film Festival... Do these people ever read the news? Watch TV? Talk to other people?

Don't they know what's happening here?

No, I'm not going to Sundance, happy now?

My eldest brother Donny has told me a couple times about a restaurant called "Bumstead's" that is owned and operated by a former co-worker of my brother Stan, so we all meet up to eat.

The place was pretty cool and as you can see by the faces of my niece Jennifer and her two babies, we really enjoyed it.

I wondered if the restaurant has had power all this time, or did the power go out and maybe the meat thaw a bit before power came up? I wonder about these things, because unlike California, Missouri eating establishments do not have a rating posted on the front window letting me now about their health violations. And I just had food poisoning from a local Chinese restaurant!

The food is good, the talk is great, the waitress is cute, but on the way back, Stan starts not feeling too well.

Soon he is projectile vomiting with air to ground diarrhea. He looks bad!

Then I began feeling the same way!

One by one we all began getting sick, even the little babies.

It feels like food poisoning. I know it's food poisoning. I'm so calling that restaurant and giving them a piece of my mind!

Turns out, according to the doctor dealing with my dad in the emergency room at St. John's, he didn't have carbon monoxide poisoning at all, instead he had what is called the Norwalk Virus and somehow gave it to us.

This strain is sweeping the nation!

All the cool kids got it!

You can have it too!

Gee, Would I rather be at the Sundance Film Festival, or shitting and vomiting my guts out in the deadliest ice storm in history?

You make the call!

Very few trees are standing.

The ice is just too heavy to bear. My brother's farm looks like a war zone.

My brother decided it was time to shell out the big money and get a generator. I just know they jacked up the prices because so many people need one.

It is decided that we should use the generator at my dad's house, so we loaded it up and stop off at the gas station to fill a couple of cans.

A woman with a minivan parked at the pump is panic because when she got out to fill up, her little dog jumped up to the window and hit the button that locks all the doors. Her keys were in the ignition and the engine was running. We tried to help, but she needed on a locksmith and it was 5am in the morning and this was one of the few spots that had electricity.

At my dad's house I tried moving a phone that was in his garage and on a jagged piece of metal I slit my right index finger to the bone.

I want to go home, I think to myself in that small hurt little boy voice in my head.

But I don't know where home is...

We are definitely in a state of emergency!

We are without power and because the water is pumped with electricity, we are without water.

Luckily we had the foresight to fill the two bathtubs with water the night before the power went out and are using washcloths and sponges to bathe.

I feel icky!

We are thinking of getting a generator, but every store is sold out.

The National Guard is on the streets, but I have yet to see them in person.

My dad is back in the emergency room. He was heating his house with a propane heater and believes he succumb to carbon monoxide poisoning. I keep hearing on the radio the number of deaths rising because of this very thing.

This could be like Hurricane Katrina, but on ice.

I dreamt that Bush recalled all the troops, after we won the war or something, and planes dropped supplies down to us.

It doesn't look real.

Everything is covered in ice. Even weeds, poison ivy, trash and the dead leaves take on a glistening beauty like a mosquito in amber or scorpion frozen in resin.

Walking through a field is like walking on crystal chandeliers.

It is so cold the words you say out loud, become frozen inches from your mouth and fall shattering on the ground.

This ice storm is hitting me in waves! Driving is difficult, but look at these gas prices!!!

Couldn't get this gas at the time this pic was taken because power was out everywhere.

Even with all this trouble, I stillI voiced the TV spot for the Endless Highway CD!

...Bruce Hornsby and the Noisemakers, Jack Johnson, Guster, Endless Highway also features Josh Turner, Death Cab for Cutie, Gomez, The Allman Brothers, My Morning Jacket, Lee Ann Womack and many others!

That's my voice on that Commercial!!! Don't I sound cool? Hey, Everybody, Come listen to how cool I sound!

Here's a low quality version of the Endless Highway spot in mp4

I'm so excited to be involved with this project!

I hope this is just a start for more cool stuff in 2007!

If you know any cool projects where my voice could be used, please let me know!

I don't know when I will have electricity to post next?

The power is on and off, mostly off here in the midwest. Trees are down and the is the sound of giants crashing through the woods behind me as the weight of ice pulls down the big ones.

It's a State of Emercency here as old people and weak people will die from no power and no heat. The National Guard will be released soon.

My brother and I tried to move fallen trees that laid in our path, but it was too big and a branch slipped from my gloved hands and dropped on my foot. The cold numbed the pain. We turned around and found another route.

Radio station towers frozen with ice are collapsing and no one is getting the words of warning.

I hope to be able to post more, but I don't know how long the power and internet will last.

The Sundance Film Fest doesn't seem possible in my near future. I doubt the weather will let me leave. As dangerous as it is, as sad for someas it is, there is some weird excitement for me. The possibility of getting trapped. The chances of freezing to death. Starving without food or water. Going insane from cabin fever and chopping people up with an ax, or getting chopped up...

It's like a videogame.

But mainly I want to sleep. Sleep like a bear in a warm cave.

This is how I like to imagine Yvonne De Carlo!

She comes home to me after a long day performing as Moses’ wife, Sephora in “The Ten Commandments” or as Lily in “The Munsters” and she's removed her dress and I'm running her bath that I've filled with salts and surrounded with candles.

She says, "Jerry darling, can you please rub my feet while I soak?"

"Of course my Princess Peggy!" I say this because I call her Peggy at home.

She is so long and her skin is so soft. The warm water beads off her flesh as I sponge her. Her toes are in perfect proportion, and this is important to me cause I can't stand women with their second toe being longer than her big toe... That's Freak City, man!

I guess I've imagined being her man since I was a lil' boy. If she had picked me to be one of her dudes, that would mean I was one tough guy, cause she's been with Howard Hughes, Burt Lancaster, Robert Stack, Robert Taylor, Aly Khan and some scary Iranian prince.

She could have taught me a lot about the act of sex, How a man can please a woman, How a woman needs to be worshiped, How a woman needs shoes, lots of shoes.

She's timeless in my mind. My fantasies of her are strong, as I've had years of practice with her, so she's always about 29 years old as I make love with her, instead of 84 and dead.

Now my fantasies will be sweeter.

She will be in her garden working in a gauzy summer dress and sun hat, glowing. She will have a tray with fresh ice cold lemonade and offer me a tall glass. The sunlight will be behind her. I can see through her dress. She's not wearing a bra or panties.

She's so beautiful.

Go pick up your LA Weekly and look at the Letters to the Editor section!

I even got the New Beverly Cinema mentioned!

I think that gets me something like a free drink, right?

I should be a Publicist, or something...

Also, this is the 1400th Post on my website!

You'd think after all that typing, I'd be a better speller, better at grammar, faster typist...

But, No.

Look what I got!

The New iPhone from Apple! This is what it looks like when you call me!

I can now download feature films for $9.99 to my phone and watch it!

If I get two iPhones and hold one up to each eye, it'll be in 3D!

But, I'll have to pay twice for the same movie.

Still, It rocks!

I hope I don't forget it's in my jeans before I drop it into the washing machine!

Come on, Call me!

Was listening to the Audio of David Lynch reading his new book,Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity then fell asleep and had the most amazing dream!

I think he is so cool!

This audio of him, sounds a wee bit like Stephen King reading Deepak Chopra.

I just got hired to read/voice the TV commercial for"Endless Highway" the classic music of The Band the all new recordings from todays hottest stars like; Josh Turner, Death Cab for Cutie, Gomez, The Allman Brothers, My Morning Jacket, Lee Ann Womack and many others!

I'm so excited! I love The Band!

There weird thing is Robbie Robertson used to live with Martin Scorsese, Martin Scorsese was married to Isabella Rossellini, Isabella Rossellini was married to David Lynch, David Lynch directed "Lost Highway", this album is called "Endless Highway", Lynch's first wife was Mary Lentz, I'm Jerry Lentz, a week before Abe Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland, a week before Kennedy was shot, he was in Marilyn Monroe...

Also been reading, "Me and Orson Welles" by Robert Kaplow.

And...

"A Third Face: My Tale of Writing, Fighting and Filmmaking" by Sam Fuller.

Boy, are my eyes tired!

Marilyn Manson and Dita Von Teese are divorcing and I don't no why, but this has me so sad.

I really hoped they'd make it.

They are both so creative. It has to be hard to deal with all their success and talent.

She is so beautiful and they look so good together. It is just so unexpected!

That shows me that marriage doesn't work!

What hope do I have marrying a talented erotic dancer when they can't be happy together?

It's David Bowie's 60th B'Day I think...

I can't believe it! Time may change him, but I can't trace time. Time does fly.

He's one of my favorite artists. The guy has had an amazing life. A creative life. The guy's done just about everything a guy could do.

I remember seeing a documentary about him when I was young and it showed how he wrote songs. So facinating, I never forgot it.

Happy Birthday David Bowie!

While in Springfield, Missouri I visited the nightclub ICON downtown and met the beautiful DJ, Alexis Fellous, also met the owner of Icon. I met Cassandra, Jennifer, Erin, Dillon and Jerrod at Hooters before hitting the club!

I'm surprised this video came out as well as it did as I was completely wasted when I shot it.

Cassandra, Jennifer, Erin are bad bad girls!

I'm was completely drunk and had to be driven home from ICONs. I met some cool Springfield peoples that bought every drink for me, therefor... Me was Drunk!

Maybe I just needed to bury the pain in alcohol?

Today has been ruff and I need a break, so back off! I had to deal with old people that are either dead or dying and you have the gaul to judge me the way you do?

Today was the Memorial for Dorothy, my dad's girlfriend who died recently. All my brothers came to be with my father and the friends and family of Dorothy. I was very moved and teary. I have a hard time seeing my dad cry. Nothing kills me more than old weak men weeping. I was pretty devastated. After my mom's long slow death with cancer and then this?

The minister was good, but read quite a bit of Bible stuff that didn't seem to me to be relevant to the subject at hand, however I could be wrong. When ever the bible gets quoted I start drifting. It all sounds like Tolkien and Star Wars to me.

People stood up and talked about their experiences with Dorothy.

My brother Darcy said some wonderful things and I was moved by him doing it.

I only met her twice and my only memory is her dragging an oxygen tube that was connected to her nose around and people standing on it without noticing. I wasn't about to get up with that nugget of gold.

During a prayer my cellphone went off. Bad timing. My ringtone is the Red Alert sound effect from the classic Star Trek. It was at full volume and I just knew one of these oldtimers might keel over.

It was a very sweet event spent with very old people in a Senior Center where strange and disturbing food was brought pot luck style by people who might not sanitize their hands properly after wiping. I had a brownie made by someone I'm pretty sure is clean.

I had a friend who was visiting, leave and it was kind of hard on me as they had been around me what seemed like 29 hours a day these past few weeks, suddenly all this death, abandonment, loss and fellowship got to me in the worst way. So I did what I had to do...

I went drinking and dancing with my nieces!

And they allowed me to get stinking drunk! Me and my vomit are just fine without you here to hold my hair.

Traveling is FUN!

Now I'm ready to leave land and hit the open waters!

Got a good feeling 2007 is going to be a great year in travel for me.

A few wonderful emails have arrived these passed few days and I want to say how much it means to me to read such nice letters from those who read this page. I am very very touched!

So I will answer a few here:

Yes, I know I said I would be making one film a day starting on January 1st... But I'm traveling!?

It is true, gas prices have been cheaper outside Los Angeles on this trip. Lowest I've paid for gas was $1.70 something. Highest $2.09...

Yes, I did get and still get readers sending in photos of themselves and many are nude. Most I wouldn't post here much less look at for any length of time longer than it would take for me to delete it as fast as I could. Some are GREAT! But it looks like my work mainly attracts a scary crowd. We all can't be hot, I guess. Sadly.

I don't know why more people don't link to me?

I don't know why there isn't any radio stations cool enough to give me a show?

I did see the shooting star! Thanks for bringing that up! It was in the news and this is so cool:

"The crew of SkyFox (the helicopter for Fox 31 News in Denver) captured some amazing video footage of a spent Russian rocket incinerating as it plummeted over North America. Initially thought to be a large meteor, NORAD later confirmed that what was seen over four states was indeed Russian "space junk.""

I made a wish over space junk? I guess THAT wish isn't coming true.

Just my luck!

I always wondered about snapping pictures in a movie theatre while the film is playing and seeing what I looked like all enthralled by the spectacle.

Now I know!

I stopped off at a movie theatre and saw “Marie Antoinette” but I missed the bargain matinee, so I paid the full price of... Now get this... Ready?

Okay...

$2.00!!!

Two Dollars!!!

It was maybe the best 2 Bucks I've spent in a long time.



A few times in the film I was completely removed from the experience because I started thinking about how this kind of ticket pricing could save cinema and the joy of theatre going, then I saw Kirsten Dunst's sweet sweet nude ass and forgot what I was thinking about.

If I had paid $25 at the Arclight and parking and drinks... Might not have enjoyed it as much, but then for the Two Dollars I had to sit next to a woman changing her infants diapers during the film.

So maybe you get what you pay for...

I opened the sunroof and hit the road again!

Seeing the country, wide open spaces, rolling hills, cows, roads fading off into the distance is good, but I do enjoy driving under tall buildings. Buildings, skyscrapers, bridges and sculptures of dinosaurs all built by men and steel and brawn.

Turn up the volume and let everyone hear my tunes as I peruse the downtown city scene of Big City, U.S.A. however it was my iPod I was listening to and my ears were damaged. I unplug the earbuds and plug it into AUX and all is right as P.J Harvey's "Big Exit" hits the air like a shotgun rampage of sound.

People I meet, who haven't even seen the plates on the car ask "Where you from?" knowing I'm not from here. Maybe I'm not from anywhere. Maybe I'm not here.

Like Orson Welles' cross-country driver who sees the same hitchhiker over and over and discovers at the end of the "Suspense" radio show, he (Welles) has in fact has been dead for days and it's all been the dream of a ghost.

Maybe I'm really not here.

Found this turntable at a thrift store, and boy did I want it!

I had just told someone the other day about when I was a lil' boy, being the youngest I had inherited great taste in music that may have been a bit mature for my age. I had a stack of hand-me-down records that I played and played on my little portable turntable that I slide under the bed when not in use.

Once when a friend who lived about a mile away moved, I was so sad, then a family with about 9 blond daughters moved in and it was like I forgot I even had had a friend there.

I was in several classes with one girl and one day she rode her bike over to our farm. I took her to my bedroom and we laid on the floor listening to my records and reading the liner notes and Crawdaddy and Cream magazines.

My mom made us Country Time Lemonade and I played her, King Crimson's In the Court of the Crimson King, The Stooges, Cat Stevens' Tea for the Tillerman, Joni Mitchell's Ladies of the Canyon, Ziggy Stardust, Dark Side of the Moon, Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, Elton John's Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy all the way through and then I played his Funeral For A Friend/Love Lies Bleeding.

It was like we were high. High and crashing on sugar.

Nothing ever happened between us beyond that day of music.

I saw her at school everyday, but in the hallways, as we passed each other, there was that knowing look and nod of the head that told us we knew something no one else there knew. It was like we had bitten into the apple, or chewed a mushroom, we were now different, changed and untouchable.

She was seeing a jock I hated and I sat three desks behind her in English and I played the lyrics over and over in my head:

"And love lies bleeding in my hands. Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man."

Being 12 can suck!

Walking the streets of downtown St. Louis in the rain I thought about the year 2007 and what it might hold for me.

I hope this year will be kinder to me than the previous years.

I hope this year will be better for the world. I want to see the war end. I want there to be peace. I want everyone to come home to great jobs and happy families and welcoming towns.

I want to be closer to my family.

I want to create some kind of Art that resonates with people like me.

I want to make movies.

I want to love myself more, even like myself.

I want to meet you.

I want to shake your hand and give you a hug and tell you we are in the same big boat and I'll row it for a while if you want a break.

I want to be healthier and strong enough to not only carry myself, but to carry you when you need it.

I want to read the books I knew I should, but never got around to reading.

I want to see more films.

I want to try and make one new friend a week. I don't mean myspace friend, either. I mean real friends. If I did, I'd have 52 possibly great friends at the end of the year!

I want to see more cities and countries. Maybe you can invite me to where you are and we can talk about where we are going next!