Marbles & Mayhem

Video Reel

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Thu, 25 Aug 2011 04:19:00 +0000

Revisionist History

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 10:58:00 +0000

Revisionist History from Marbles & Mayhem on Vimeo.

Interpretations is an initiative put on by YouOffendmeYouOffendMyFamily.com

Please excuse the low quality of the video. Hopefully I will be able to post a higher quality version later.

No-No Boy Rehearsal Update 3-8-10

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 08:07:00 +0000

Supporting characters are hard work. The first feeling is of disjointedness, fragmentation, and isolation. Then you start seeing the path, the story, the over all picture. What has helped me tremendously is watching the other actors work. Watching them and getting to know their characters, my family, and as a result, myself. I can see clearly now who they are, and who I am. Through this observation and discovery, now everything means something different. Ken has crafted a play that challenges in the best of ways and Alberto's vision and deft hand brings this to life. Watching and working, I know that this will be a play that will affect the audience deeply. Time to go further with it.

Check out Angry Asian Man's great post on the play:
No-No Boy via Angry Asian Man

No-No Boy Rehearsal Update 3-5-10

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 23:59:00 +0000

I'm currently in rehearsal for Ken Narasaki's "No-No Boy" a theatrical adaptation of John Okada's novel. The cast is great and I have to be on my game. For me the role of Taro is challenging. A smaller (but very important) role inherently has the challenge of fragmentation. Important to remember that every character has a full life that existed before and will exist after what the audience will see. It's a great part (in my opinion) and am excited to be working on it, even though I feel I haven't found all of 'Taro' yet. I will. Exploring the dynamics of the era is also, extremely eye-opening. It was truly a different world back then, fraught with it's own specific challenges. Rehearsal time.

http://nonoboy2010.com/

Calendar

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 06:06:00 +0000

Surrogate Valentine

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 08:01:00 +0000

I was the next to wait in line
to be your surrogate valentine
I took a number and it started with 9
and ended in letters I couldn’t define

I’m going away so you can be
and you can think about it
going away so you can breathe
and it brings me to my knees
and I will run away reluctantly
so think about it
I hope you’ll feel the same

I wish that I could change my face
tailor it more to your tastes
I wish that I could face this change

and I know you got alot on your proverbial plate
my lovely mona lisa is there room in your frame?
Like a newspaper boat I’ll be floating in place
to the sea

I’m running in place and you can see
there’s nothing you can do about it
Run out of breath and lose the beat
it brings me to my knees
and I will float away reluctantly
so think about it
hope you feel the same

You can be the magnet
and I’ll be the iron
you’re drawing me closer
like a sailor to the sirens
and I don’t ever want to knock you
off your course
unless I’m knocking you over
to me of course

cuz I was the next to wait in line
to be your surrogate valentine…

-Goh Nakamura

Beware of Cupid

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 21:10:00 +0000

BEWARE OF CUPID

a Valentine's Day show

FEBRUARY 5 - 21, 2010

Falling in love for the first time, struggling to make a relationship work, getting over the one that got away... BEWARE OF CUPID presents a collection of original pieces that explore love and other matters of the heart.

OPENS FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5th
Fridays, Saturdays @ 8:00pm
Sunday matinees @ 3:00pm

THE ACTOR'S PLAYPEN
1514 N Gardner St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
(off of Sunset Blvd, near the Guitar Center)

TICKETS ON SALE NOW
$14 Generation Admission
$20 Opening Night + Reception
(Discounts and group rates available.)

To purchase: 1-800-838-3006
www.brownpapertickets.com/event/92523

Truth

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 09:38:00 +0000

I will go places I fear. I will emerge a better man. A better person. A better human being. Through weakness I will find strength.

Artsy Fartsy

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 21:23:00 +0000

Art will never spite me.

Art will always be there, waiting for me to give.

I will give everything I have and that I am for my art, and in return my art will always give it back to me.

I will never truly understand my art, nor would I want to.

Art will accept me in every shape and form at any time or place.

I owe my life to art, as art has shown me life as I know it.

Phew for a minute there....I lost myself.

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 23:00:00 +0000

I remember the days when it was just me an my Pentax. My trusty 50 1.4. We stood listening, amongst the laughter, silence and rumble of urethane wheels on the pavement. Waiting for the right moment for someone to be someone. Waiting for the right moment to capture a moment. The right moment to capture a lifetime full of stories.

Dances With Films Screening

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Thu, 28 May 2009 17:45:00 +0000

Monsters

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:29:00 +0000

A little old, but I love Annalee Fery.

2009

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 23:18:00 +0000

New Year! Bring it back to party in 2009!

Doing Post-Production on "Goodbye, nice to meet you"

It has been such a rewarding experience. Thank you, thank you to everyone involved. you will not be disappointed when it is done. I can guarantee it!!

Production Day 4

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 09:31:00 +0000

Frame Grabs Production days 1-4

Characters

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 00:05:00 +0000

Nixon, Linda Mar, and Hypothermia

San Francisco circa 2002. Pentax ME Super/Super Takumar 50mm 1.4 Tri-X 400

EXT. LINDA MAR BEACH - DUSK
Jared and Nix sit on the sand just above the waterline. Clad in 4/3 wetsuits, they leash their body boards to their ankles. Heavy clouds hide the sun and the wind starts to pick up.

Nix:
I dunno, what do you think?

Jared takes a look around. They are the only ones on the beach with nobody in the water.

Jared:
Where is everyone?

Nix (laughing):
Yeah, I know dude. Fuck it. Let's go.

Jared:
Let's do it.

Nix and Jared take off sprinting into the white wash. Nix dives in first skimming for a few feet on his board and then submerging himself in the cold water. He surfaces.

Nix:
OH FUCK!! IT'S COLD!!

Jared follows suit and dives into the white wash.

Jared:
OH SHIT!!!

The guys do their best to catch waves amidst the choppy closed out conditions.

Nix, pulls a drop knee while a wave closes out on him.

The wind picks up while there is a lull between sets. The guys float just beyond the break.

Suddenly the wind stops and birds begin to circle.

The guys look at each other.

Nix:
What the hell is that?

A seal pops it's head up 20 feet from them.

Jared:
Oh shit! Fuck...it's just a seal. Fuck! Fucker!

Nix laughs and suddenly stops.

Nix:
Fuck man, I guess we should bounce cause where there are seals there are -

Jared:
Sharks.

The guys pause for a moment. Then paddle as fast as they can for the shore.

Exiting the water the guys laugh.

Jared:
Fucking seals.

-Fade Out-

Musical Segment

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 05:44:00 +0000

How come? Why li' dat? Shoots...K-den.

Hermit crabs and cowry shells
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
He's waving at you

Lift him up to see what you can see
He begins his focusing
He's aiming at you

And now he has cutaways from memories
And close-ups of anything that
He has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusing

He's imagining lightning
Striking sea sickness
Away from here

Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now

Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
Quicksand steals my shoe,
Clouds bring the f-stop blues

Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now

Pre-Prod Episode 1

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 09:39:00 +0000

Fire Ants in Me Pants
Compressed Test Frame guest-starring Shah's finger

EXT. SUPER SECRET LOCATION - DAY
Dusty and out of breath Jared and Rajiv finally reach a sloped clearing overlooking Los Angeles.
The guys pause for a moment to catch their breath while taking in the view. Jared powers the camera up, fiddles with the settings and hands it to Rajiv.

Rajiv:
This works. OK, sit down there. Move a little to the left.

Rajiv moves back as the frames Jared through the viewfinder.

Jared moves to his mark and sets.

Fire ants crawl into Jared's Jeans. He is sitting on their humble home.

Rajiv:
Dude, this looks great man!

Jared:
Oh, yeah. What does -

Suddenly, Jared springs up and bats his legs with his hands wildly.

Jared:
What the FUCK!!

Jared pulls his pant leg up to reveal FIRE ANTS biting his friggin leg.

Jared:
Fucking ANTS!!!

Rajiv crosses over to Jared and helps bat the BIG FRICKIN ANTS from his clothing.

With the ants removed, Jared moves up the hill and away from their humble abode.

Jared:
Lemme see.

Rajiv passes the camera to Jared for playback.

Jared peers into the camera's flip out LCD screen.

Jared:
Damn! That looks great!!

Rajiv and Jared bump fists.

-Fade Out-

Notes and Asides

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 23:11:00 +0000

Yankee Stadium 9/08

1. My Fantasy Football Team sucks.

2. My Fantasy Basketball Team Kicks Ass.

Back to reality. Someone told me that Joseph Gordon-Levitt was half Asian. He was wrong.

In contact with a creative executive that is somewhat related to the above line. Nice. We'll see.

Thought of moving back to Hawaii...for a quick minute. Decided against it. I miss some things, but I have things to work for in 2009.

I'm getting old. I forget to have fun sometimes...what the hell is that all about? Fuck that shit, Imma reverse that.

-End Transmission-

Hanabada Days

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 09:11:00 +0000

EXT. MAKAPIPI ST. - DAY
Jared and Rock climb down an open grate off the sidewalk.

INT. STORM DRAIN - DAY
The beams of the boy's flashlights cut through the darkness of the winding cement tunnels.

Jared:
What was that?

Rock:
Huh?

Jared:
You hear that?

Rock:
Nah.

Jared:
k.

The boys forge through the tunnels stopping intermittently to decipher graffiti.

The boys sit, unzip their backpacks and unwrap Musibi's and Haw Flakes.

Jared lights a firecracker while Rock plugs his ears.

Rock sets up empty soda cans in a pyramid.

Jared takes aim at the cans with his bb gun.

Cans stutter and fall as they are hit with bb's.

The boys forge further into the underground maze of tunnel's.

Rock stops suddenly.

Rock:
I got an idea.

Jared:
For what?

Rock:
First one to turn on their flashlight loses.

Immediately, the boys turn off their flashlights and in the darkness take off sprinting.

The sound of sneakers hitting the cement and labored breathing.

A light can be seen at the end of the tunnel.

EXT. STORM DRAIN EXIT - DAY
The boys burst out of the tunnel onto a cement platform at the edge of Kipapa Gulch.

The boys stand out of breath looking over the lush valley.

Rock:
That was fun.

Jared:
Yeah. Last one back loses.

Jared takes off sprinting back into the tunnel.

-Fade Out-

Salad Days

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 23:12:00 +0000

The Josh Kalis Fist.EXT. TOWNSEND SIDEWALK - DAY
Jared, Jeff, Cade, Darrin, and Ryan wait in the lineup for the sidewalk bump.

Ryan:
Why do you make the Josh Kalis fist?

Jared:
I do?

Jeff (laughing):
Yeah, pretty much.

Jared:
Shit.

The guys laugh.

Jared:
Probably because I broke my fingers before skating.

Ryan:
That'll do it.

Jared:
Yup.

Jared pushes off towards the bump, hits it and lifts into the air. Josh Kalis fist and all.
Cade snaps a photo with his Canon.

- Fade Out -

Colma Days

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 23:05:00 +0000

2001. Colma. Not the Musical.

Ross:
Dude, we should check out this apartment.

Jared:
K.

Ross:
Dude, it's in Colma though.

Jared:
Can catch BART yeah?

Ross:
Yeah.

FFWD Montage to -

INT. COLMA APARTMENT DAY
Jeff (a property managment agent in his fifties) escorts Ross and Jared throughout the apartment. He is a creepy MoFo.

Jared:
How much is it per month?

Jeff mumbles something inaudible. Ross and Jared glance sideways at each other.

Ross:
K...

FFWD Montage to -

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
Jared, Ross, Kekoa, Raynard, and Mary sit in silence as they stare at the Televison. Minutes go by and no one says a word. The Far Side Calendar on the table reads: September 11th 2001.

Insert Epic Musical Score.

Fade to:

INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Kekoa heats up a tortilla on the stove. Jared fills a pot up with water and places it on the stove.

Jared:
Burritos?

Kekoa:
Yup, yup. What? Saimin again?

Jared:
Ho, yup.

The guys burst out laughing.

Fade to:

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Ross sets up a paper bull's eye target against the living room wall. Directly above it is a window. Ross pumps his bb gun and distances himself from the target.

Jared:
Dude, I dunno man. Not a good idea man. What if you miss?

Ross:
Ah, man I ain't gonna miss.

Ross takes aim and fires. He looks up from the sights of the bb gun.

Ross:
Where did it hit?

Close up on the window with a dime sized hole in it. Shattered.

Jared:
Fuck.

Dissolve to:

MONTAGE

- Ross and Jared are dueling via Street Fighter 2 Alpha.

- Jared, Kekoa, Ross, and Raynard sit around passing a plastic bottle of vodka between them

- The guys all passed out.

- Jared, Ross, and Ray all give Kekoa "bro hugs" as he leaves with a final box.

- Jared and Ross, give Ray "bro hugs" as he leaves with a final box.

- Mary and Ross, give Jared hugs as he leaves with his final box.

- Jared gets halfway down the street. Turns back to the apartment for a moment. Then continues on.

-Fade out-

Doldrums

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:19:00 +0000

Sometimes I imagine myself driving to work. As I arrive to find a prime parking spot located a stones throw from the office, a strange thing happens. Instead of the feeling of excitement coming over me, I find an older more familiar kind of feeling. I drive right past the spot, past the block, past the freeway exit and past the city itself. I impulsively embark on a journey, a vacation if you will, that has no timetable. As I stop to refill my busted ass Civic at an Arco in the middle of nowhere I set my cellphone on top of the gas pump and drive off. I grow a beard. I drive on the road without expectations, without hesitations. I greet strangers with a smile and a handshake eager to listen to their stories, each one adding to my own. There is no internet, email...instead of facebook, there is only face to face. That feeling is what I miss most about Hawaii. I miss that so much.

Demo

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 08:51:00 +0000

Yum Yum....

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:22:00 +0000

I am from Hawaii and I love SPAM.

Atmosphere - Guarantees

noreply@blogger.com (Jared Asato) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 06:31:00 +0000

This is the shit.