If you stumbled across this particular bio, you'll notice my addiction to "words, words... more words" (to bum a Beavis and Butt-head phrase). Don't falter. My scripts are skinned bare, peeled to bone and finally scraped clean to story giving marrow.
Probably not of interest (I'm sharing here), but exciting for hard learners like me is realizing nothing's more fun than COMPELLING CONFLICT...except my gorgeous wife. That's redundant isn't it?
Historically speaking, I was once upon a time, in a far away land eulogized as North America's fruited plain, an English major - after being a Catholic alter boy (no longer mired in the confessional guilt of religiosity, which by the way won't save you... from whatever), paper boy; high school jock of sorts; long-haired hippie - yes, I inhaled; raised horses for years horses but never really learned to rope; farm laborer; warehouse worker (I can do wheelies on a good fork lift... or could anyway); philosophy/psychology/sociology major - a gray period; before being a biology/genetics/environmental chemistry major - indecisive period; before being a truck driver - evasive period; before finally graduating with a B.S. degree from U.W.-Madison, WI. in civil & environmental engineering (...that's Bachelor of Science, not BullShit and it only took 11 years and 185 credits) in 1980. Am now a retired Professional Civil Engineer, retired Project Manager, retired General Contractor, retired over-the-road truck driver (twice - told you I learn the hard way) and currently a part time geothermal energy developer for U.S. Patent 8,381,523 B2. I write a lot which is how I landed here.
Have completed three, total P.O.S. screenplays over the past two decades; none of the three fixable. They were: SOMETHING ABOUT LUNCH - a romantic comedy I collaborated on with my wife, Nan and a friend, about a codependent family (personal demon purging) where the oldest son is marrying a gal Mom doesn't like. SHORT LINE - a coming of age, competitive water skiing, young person romance movie set in northern Wisconsin (less personal demon purging) where the quintessential low income, small town, unrecognized local goes up against high income, big city, judge connected competition; and VASALLIO (not much personal demon purging left in this one) - a sequel to Paramount's Cobra (1986). VASALLIO (same number of letters as COBRETTI), was my sequel title I had no rights to, so Vasallio was my non-script-reformatting name change (also a distant family name) for that day when I would get the rights, which I never did though did receive a polite rejection letter from Mr. Stallone's production company at the time, White Eagle Enterprises. These three 120 page screenplays no longer exist in any form by the way. I have no reverse gear - a character disorder I was born into this physical world with...or so I imagine. Working on a wam-doozle thriller now called MACHUPO and its sequel, EYES OF CAIN. Beginning a rough outline for MINISTER AND DEACON, sure to become a cult-classic loved by many; do custom leather work as a side business, with ETSY Store at . Also have an alternative energy website at . Story development apparently occurs naturally while carving leather and listening to tunes, a symbiotic process that caught me stunningly unaware.
Researching MACHUPO side-tracked me into what is now 800 unpublishable pages of completed non-fiction. Immaterial, but have also researched and started three or four novels (hasn't everybody?), one called Spin Dry, involving demonology. Researched this for over a year, got about two thirds of the way through writing it - the good guys were gonna win; had crystal perfume bottles exploding in the bathroom, was attacked by flies, thousands of 'em, was seeing weird visions (imagined I was anyway) and concluded; ENOUGH ALREADY - wife and two kids - don't need this. Nothing remains of these visionary novels. No going back.
Married to beautiful wife since 1975; one daughter, one son, four dogs and six kitties crossed over, 3 living cats and one imaginary friend, maybe two imaginary friends, but not sure if the second is friendly as she's a smart ass and carries grudges.
Hatched out and grew up in central Wisconsin (Stevens Point); lived in the Madison, WI area for five years ; then moved to sunny Phoenix, AZ in 1985 (shorter bus-ride to L.A.). Now living near the very pleasant cotton patch in Coolidge, Arizona; still a short bus ride to L.A.
Libertarian political blogger since 2009 who doesn't care much for integrity challenged political parties. ( - now defunct; ) Haven't been blogging much lately - too distracting - writing screen plays and fiction instead.
P.S. Don't let my The Kolinski Chronicle blog scare you; I have a liberal friend or two who will admit to knowing me, I think; mostly musicians, whom I guess are politely scandalized or at least confused by my Libertarian views. I believe freedom ain't free, Monopoly Fascism ain't capitalism, ain't nice neither and collectivism ain't no kind of freedom at all. Individual freedom is the only thing, other than family, friends, love, generosity, dogs, cats, birds, integrity, good whiskey, good cigars, roasted black Cavendish pipe tobacco, good food, good stories, mountains, rivers, thunderstorms, windy days and ocean views I really give a crap about.
I'm not a good Libertarian anyway. For example, I think Interstate Highways, public libraries and national parks are OK, but in my defense, still hold Federal lands are an obvious Constitutional violation of recognized State's Rights. I mean, does BLM really need armored vehicles and automatic weapons? WTF? Maybe some kind of Christian/Buddhist/Constitutionalarian, maybe a Freedomist - don't really know and don't care much for labels anyway (just trying to be helpful regarding boundaries), but I don't like rules and avoid Tavistockian inspired indoctrination and electro-magnetic entrainment, which by the way suffocate imagination and as a side note; creative imagination is critical to healthy human society. You'll notice this idea of imagination versus Orwellian conditioning avoidance underlying much, if not most of my thematic content these days. A phase I suppose. Then again, it could be a condition as this all started in eighth grade, circa 1963 when I foolishly read Leftist, Ferdinand Lundberg's The Rich and the Super Rich, began dabbling in existential metaphysics and reading existential philosophers - subjects I don't pretend to understand - but stubbornly consider anyway? NO PAIN, NO GAIN as Arnold says.
I don't enjoy being an employee, prefer to live by my wits, love free market capitalism (Anarchy with rules), hate monopoly (crony) capitalism (and Socialism/Fascism as twisted sisters) and suspect government is safest when limited to the T & T variety; that is, kept in a Tiny box with a Tight lid... and yes, I fully concur that political discourse is best left for Whiskey Wednesdays - but I'm sharing here so you know these things about me and won't be caught by surprise, potentially ruining a good Bourbon or other wonderful beverage moment - a circumstance inadvertently trashing an otherwise pleasant, late night/early morning fireside chat covering centuries of esoteric nonsense - which to me is an important component of spiritual health and living.
Currently caught up in the thrall of compelling conflict and gritty characters living their story through an organic script within a loose, overall, 3-act structure. In other words, creative growth and imaginative flexibility, but founded on respect for what the Greeks figured out centuries ago... and yes, I still read and love Syd Field's stuff and compulsively re-read scripts by Robert Towne and William Goldman.
Unique traits: Addicted to creative freedom. Dreamer; smile a lot, especially when nervous; have to write to stay even relatively sane; non-territorial within the team, but will fight dragons defending the team; believe the best idea is best whether had by the janitor, CEO or the crazy lady sitting in front of Circle K; huggable in a non-creepy way; can carry stuff; safe driver; love trout streams; enjoy strong, independent, heavily armed women with attitude; appreciate insane guys too, but not sure we should be allowed to play without a leash... problematic, given I don't like leashes.
Home is Where the Jail Is Drama ⋄ Comedy Wealthy retired railroad worker, 70-year old Eric James, wakes up one morning to find his railroad retirement funds vacated in a major corporate bankruptcy. With no social security, unable to pay property tax on his paid for home of fifty years, he sells his boat, RV, tools, furniture and finally his car, but at the end of his rope, he's evicted and his home auctioned off. Ineligible for Social Security, disability, welfare or other government programs; unable to buy groceries, clothes or medicine, living on the street, he decides the last alternative to impotence is jail - but with 10,000 Baby Boomers per day turning 65, he's just one among many with the same brainstorm. How a decent person with a work ethic gets a more or less warm bed and three meals a day in jail is not as easy as it looks.
MACHUPO Thriller Feature film about a chick trucker and husband innocently upsetting Global Syndicate agendas when a lethal virus (Machupo) is released in San Francisco, pitting an expedited cross-country, anti-viral load delivery against rogue intelligence service assets.
EYES OF CAIN Thriller Sequel to MACHUPO. Truck driver, John Cain, having lost his loving wife, Rachel and beautiful, innocent daughter, Tess - not to mention witnessing thousands, millions actually across the globe starved, tortured and murdered for depraved Network greed has degenerated from middle class husband and dad to feral hunter of Elite dynastic family members who behind the scenes, control world governments through their interlocked banking, energy, narcotics, arms, media and organized crime monopolies. One by one, Cain gives each a chance to defend themselves, reminding them of opium, wars and horror they inflict on Main Street people from their sacrosanct, mahogany ensconced clubs and boardrooms... brutally beating each one to death with scarred, bloody fists, smothering exclusive northeastern estates of the inbred, privileged Elite under a dark blanket of stark, visceral terror.
Minister and Deacon Thriller Cynical gambler attracted to irresponsible women is asked to marry two good friends, becomes a $20 Minister online; ordains his indica loving, younger brother as Deacon, stumbles into a spiritual awakening, and now, guiding his tiny new flock places our new Minister in possession of information CIA assets prefer not be floating around.
One day a Producer/Director will discover stuff I wrote, have it re-written and then I will have film credits as a screen writer or at least "story by" to post here.
I'd like to win an Oscar even though I don't usually prefer Oscar nominated movies.
Issued U.S. Patent 8,381,523 B2 in Feb. 2013, which for me was an award.
University of Wisconsin