FOR THOSE IN LOS ANGELES:

WHO IS LUN*NA MENOH?

DATE: Sep. 30th Thu

9:30pm PST (start time may shift +15 minutes) Q and A

@Regal L.A. LIVE: A Barco Innovation Center:

1000 W Olympic Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA 90015

Ticket Link

https://laapff2021.eventive.org/.../who-is-lun-na-menoh...

Hello, You may have already watched Who is Lun*na Menoh? virtually, but we can finally watch it on the big screen at the movie theater in-person! Thank you so much Los Angeles Asian Pacific Film Festival for selecting us! I am very very happy and excited.

We are planning to have a slightly different Q & A after the movie, so even you have already watched the film, please come and join us. As we spent 12 years producing the film, we have so many interesting behind the scenes stories to share with you!

See you at the LA Live A Barco Innovation Center on September 30th! Thank you so so much!

PS

WHAT ARE YOUR COVID PROTOCOLS AND PROCEDURES?

Your health and safety is our top priority, and we are committed to the well-being of our artists, audiences, and allies. In keeping with guidance from our local, state, and federal health agencies, masks are required to be worn indoors in Los Angeles, even for fully vaccinated individuals. To be allowed access to our events, we ask that you please provide proof of either, (a) confirmation that you have been fully vaccinated (two weeks from a single dose vaccine, or two weeks from the second dose of a two dose vaccine); or (b) a negative PCR test for COVID-19 (taken within 72 hours of the event), including for children below the age of 12 years. We will not store your vaccination information upon checking. Tests will not be provided at the event. If you are attending multiple events during Festival Week, a negative COVID-19 test result within 72 hours will be required prior to every event, not just the first event you attend. If you were vaccinated in CA, downloading Digital COVID-19 Vaccine Records provided by the state are highly recommended for faster check-ins. Please download your record from

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Tosh's Journal - September 30 (Japan Airlines, Shintaro Ishihara, & Marc...

TOSH’S JOURNAL

September 30

I will be leaving my home, or I should say running off from my current location. I’m the type of guy who throws his hat on the bed, and that becomes my pad. But now, at my advancing age, this will most likely be my last trip… of any kind. Nevertheless, I have to keep a brave face on and not let the others down. I have always looked for a paradise, and most would like to say an island such as Hawaii or Tahiti fits that bill, but for me, it will always be Asakusa. Not an island, by itself mind you, but part of the more significant island that is Japan. Or perhaps the island that is my mind.

The airline I’m taking is Japan Airlines, where once you enter, you must take your shoes off. The entire plane has a series of tatami mats, and of course, you can only wear socks on the material that is rice straw. Once you get your seat, the stewardess offers you a hot towel to wipe your hands and neck. Once you finish refreshing oneself, you then get a foot massage from them as well. It lasts maybe only three minutes, but it’s a gentle introduction to the mysterious Orient. And one hasn’t even taken off to the heavenly blue skies.

I have high friends in high places. One is being a gentleman by the name of Shintaro Ishihara. A writer who specializes in the subject matter of the Japanese sun tribe of the late 1950s. Not the first rebellious youth movement, but surely the most nihilistic group of young Japanese boys and girls who love and live for the beach culture. He eventually made a sharp right-hand turn and became the mayor of Tokyo. Due to his reputation and fame, we in the past have met in secretly at a bar in Shinjuku.   The bar is located on the top floor of a sushi boat place that is on the floor level. It’s an odd bar that only plays the music of Marc Bolan’s first band Tyrannosaurus Rex. What makes this place even more curious, is that they mostly have photographs of Steve Took (the bongo player) than Bolan on its walls.  That is here and there, and I’m sitting on the plane reading Truman Capote’s horrible novel “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and having a glass of cold sake.

Many hours later, the plane of no hope arrives at Narita, where I decided to take an airport bus to a hotel in Meguro, Tokyo. One hour and a half I’m in the middle of a hotel lobby looking forward to getting a room. I think my adventure will start now, but who knows, I can’t predict what will happen. I’m just a writer, you know. -Tosh Berman

September 30, 2014

September 30, 2014

I will be leaving my home, or I should say running off from my current location.  I’m the type of guy who throws his hat on the bed, and that becomes my pad.  But now, at my advancing age, this will most likely be my last trip… of any kind.  Nevertheless, I just have to keep a brave face on and not let the others down.  I have always looked for a paradise, and most would like to say an island such as Hawaii or Tahiti fits that bill, but for me it will always be Asakusa.  Not an island, by itself mind you, but part of the bigger island that is Japan.  Or perhaps the island that is actually my mind.

The airline I’m taking is Japan Airlines, where once you enter, you must take your shoes off.  The entire plane has a series of tatami mats, and of course you can only wear socks on the material that is basically rice straw.  Once you get your seat, the stewardess offers you a hot towel to wipe your hands and neck.  Once you finish refreshing oneself, you then get a foot massage from them as well. It lasts maybe only three minutes, but it's a nice introduction to the mysterious Orient.  And one hasn’t even taken off to the heavenly blue skies.

I have high friends in high places.  One is being a gentleman by the name of Shintaro Ishihara.  A writer who specializes on the subject matter of the Japanese sun tribe of the late 1950s.  Not the first rebellious youth movement, but surely the most nihilistic group of young Japanese boys and girls who love and live for the beach culture.  He eventually made a sharp right hand turn and became the mayor of Tokyo.   Due to his reputation and fame, we in the past have met in secretly at a bar in Shinjuku, which is located on the top floor of a sushi boat place that is on the floor level.   It’s an odd bar that only plays the music of Marc Bolan’s first band Tyrannosaurus Rex.  What makes this place even odder, is that they mostly have  photographs of Steve Took (the bongo player) than Bolan on its walls   That is here and there, I’m sitting on the plane reading Truman Capote’s horrible novel “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and having a glass of cold sake.

Many hours later, the plane of no hope arrives at Narita, where I decided to take an airport bus to a hotel in Meguro, Tokyo.  One hour and a half I’m in the middle of a hotel lobby looking forward to getting a room. I think my adventure will start now, but who knows, I can’t predict what will happen.  I’m just a writer you know.