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How do I drive down one path?

In Uncategorized on May 28, 2011 at 11:38 pm

I took this on my run tonight. Santa Monica pier at sunset.

Or do I?

I was talking to my best pal about my blog.  I said I was bored.  He said where is my family?  Complicated question.  I have a new family and am very proud to be sharing.  But back to the blog.  He said, “What’s the main focus?  How do you follow what you are getting at?”

I don’t know.  All I am trying to do here is speak my mind.  Talk about what’s going on.  I try to keep it positive.  I have a bigger plan but I can’t share it.  What I have learned in these years is that no one wants to hear about depressing shit.  But maybe they do.  Watch the dang news.  That said, I don’t have depressing shit to share.  I am saving it for a movie or two.

What I do know is that I have chosen to enjoy my life.  So I am sharing the fun shit that I do.  Experiences that change my life in a good way.

I have plenty of shit to talk about that has been a struggle.  Stuff that has seriously broken me down and made me not want to continue.  But that is f#$%in’ life, man.  I am blessed by some kind of outside force that is looking out for my crazy ass.

So, the question is, “How can I tie my blog to one isolated theme?”  I can’t.  My theme is my effing life.  I don’t want to bore anyone with continuous self-promotion of projects, but I want people to watch my films.  Like them or not, I still want them to watch.  As long as they feel something.  Oh, and let me not forget, my films are only possible by the great people who have written them.  I have yet to write my own movie.  That’s what I am working on now.

I have been burnt out.  I have busted my balls on a Pilot for four months that has killed my drive.  It is a stellar project.  My good friend wrote it and is doing an outstanding job putting it together.  But it has been rough.  No money, again.  And my job has gone from Executive Producer to every f#$%ing thing you could think of.  I have learned this shit at this point.  I have done my time.  I deserve more.  I have busted my balls for a long time.  A very long for me.  I move quickly and five years is a while to not be on top.

What is my damn point today?.  I have no f#$%ing idea.

Right now I am enjoying the ride.  I am on creative hiatus.  My (our) movie CLOSING DOORS is killing the festival circuit.  We have two coming up in June.  If you are any bit attached to this you know about it.  Not going to be a promotional slut.

I have a plan.  This blog is supposed to be a way to speak my mind, and if it draws any interest it succeeds.  I have put two projects on hold until July.  I need family time and to enjoy what the hell I am on this planet to do.  Everyone should not forget about that.  You always hear about the guy that worked his ass off every day and every night and he is most successful.  Does he have any life-fullfiling f#%$ing stories?  I am sick of hearing about that guy!

I have had a life of struggle and hustle.  I am going to quote my best friend.  “Your life is a story and it’s interesting to me.  But who’s life isn’t?  Take a piece of it – like the Tigers, and focus your posts on that slice.  Every good story is a simple story about a piece of life, not the entire story.  In “Anchorman”, we don’t see them shitting, sleeping, or driving to work.  We see Ron’s anguish and the comedy of Feminism is the story.  Your theme isn’t “Lije”.  It’s the travel or love of the Tigers or getting a deal or overcoming alcoholism or mopeds.  Get a them and stick to it.”

I hear him.  He is right.  It is hard though.  I sometimes make this about me.  Probably more often than not.  But I need to make this true to myself.  This is not a blog to promote “Lije”.  I am not that f#$%ing cool.  I do bust my ass though, and I have had some successes that I hope some others get to enjoy.

I love each and every person that gives a shit.  I am grateful for my super personal life that I don’t share.  Those people rule the world for me.

No point to this blog except a special venting evening on a Saturday night of Memorial Day weekend.  My uncles and grandfather would love for me to thank the warriors that have busted their asses to keep us safe.  Those who have died for me to get to write this nonsense, “Thank you”.

Oh, and btw, I might say some dumb shit but at least I am not that idiot director that claimed he was a “Nazi” at Cannes.  Forever banned.  Dumbass.  That is where you draw the line.  I think he was sober too.

I shaved a mustache.  It is weak compared to dudes that get to ride that shit all day every day,  But, here it is.


AND, mad props to Chris from the Belmont who said, “Who writes that stuff?, the blog, it is really well done, well written, they go to college?”  Well Chris, I have an MBA and am a genius in math and science.  I struggled in English and creative.  HA, funny how that works…

Much love,



Bees, Snakes, Cougars, Liz, and man-made Lake Perris

In Uncategorized on May 26, 2011 at 9:07 am


see me in the middle?

see Liz in her yoga pose?

at the top, Terri Peak, Lake Perris...nuf said

So my super awesome roommate of the past year moved out last week. She really was one of the best. I will miss you, Eliana, and have a blast in NYC. But before she departed we were to visit her at her family’s restaurant in Riverside. She was there for a week and I had one free day, Tuesday. I need a wingman or wingwoman. A bribe? How about I find a great hike? “Liz, you wanna go to Riverside on this cool hike and eat at my old roomie’s restaurant? Oh and can you drive? My car gets three miles to the gallon. Sweet! OK, can you pick me up? Awesome. See you at 8:30am.” That was my end of the convo.

Turns out I spent the rest of the day searching for anything relatively close to the restaurant that might not suck to hike. Riverside? There is not a lot out there as far as hiking goes. At least not that close to where we were to eat. After hours of searching while slinging drinks I found “Lake Perris”. Turns out Liz had wanted to go to Lake Perris forever. Why? Who the f#$% knows? How did she even know it existed? Point is, she was an easy sell.

We were off. traffic wasn’t too bad. Leaving L.A. in the morning and returning in afternoon is against the normal flow so we were good. We got to the hike following some wonderful instructions from this hiker HERE. Great list of hikes in the L.A. area, I think. I only used it once.

The hike to the peak and back was only three miles. you could take the longer route and do the full up-and-down and then back again, but we were on a schedule. Plus we wanted to swim in Lake Perris! Thing is, everyone we asked about swimming said, “Ummmmmm, weeeeeeeelllllll, yeah, I guess, you could swim, Hey Jane, people swim down there?”

We cruised up that mountain. It was a sweet mountain too. Big ass boulders everywhere. One of the coolest hikes I have been on just because the terrain was so different than usual West L.A. hikes. It was like I was a Parkour guy jumping from boulder to boulder. Plus, I scaled this huge rock wall which ended up making almost shit myself. Thank god the rocks were like skateboard griptape. Check the photos. I am the tiny guy in the middle! Basically all there is to say is the hike was short and a bit vertical, which got the sweat flowing. Would have been hot as shit a month from now. And there are so many sweet-ass boulders to take creative pictures on that make it look like you were in the middle of somewhere you had never been…

Here is a little 360 degree view of the Terri Peak. We met these three country boys at the top. One had a big knife attached to his leg. Apparently they didn’t know there was a trail, and hiked straight up the mountain. Liz wanted to ask them to take a picture. I said maybe not.

After our special moments in the camera we jetted back down to the lake. There was not a soul in this whole park, by the way. Except three fisherman next to the watering hole called, Lake Perris.

The lake was being “blue-rocked” til noon so no one was allowed in it until afternoon. Well, it was 12:30 and we were ready for a swim. HA! What is “blue-rocked”? I am not going to google that. Too scared.

It was actually quite warm. And we were so dang itchy from the hike that is was unbelievably refreshing. They had showers to wash off the grime that my old roommate later told me about. I guess growing up, NO ONE SWAM IN THAT LAKE. She was like, “Eww, gross, it’s so dirty, and polluted.” Great! Thanks park rangers for telling us it’s ok. Well, it is Thursday and I have no unusual rashes. Maybe an itch or two, but I am sure it will pass. We did almost die by a swarm of killer bees though. Gladly Liz was trained to drop to the sand when a swarm comes through. I stood there laughing.

Liz, a little dirty from dropping to the sand for BEES

Ok, I am glad this shit happened when we left each and every section of the excursion. First an information stand telling us about the “mountain lions” that are on the hike and what to do if attacked! WTF?! We saw that at the entrance to the hike on our way OUT of the hike. And let’s not forget the NASCAR driving skills from Liz as she dodged hitting a giant rattlesnake on the road out of Lake Perris.

Mountain Lions? Seriously...

We left Lake Perris having a good ol’ time. We headed to Papi’s Tacos. Eliana’s mother is so sweet! Oh my goodness. She made us the best lunch. I forgot the name of what I had. It was like a giant soft tostada with an almost fried bun-type bottom and carne asada, beans, and guacamole all over it. Was so good. Liz got a fish taco that was awesome. We ate something similar to that of an elephant ear from a fair for an appetizer. We sat and talked to Eliana, my ex-roomie for a while as well. She is in law school so this was the most we had chatted in six months. Crazy. Love you Eliana, and have fun in NYC!

Check out the pics. I guess I am turning into an adventure dude. Hikes every week, Burgers, Catalina, oh and film festivals! I knew I was being productive. It’s time to make another movie.

Thanks for reading folks!

Lije and NBF!











Letting it all go, off a bridge

In Uncategorized on May 19, 2011 at 5:20 pm








Letting loose. Considering taking this attempt at a blog to a new level. I have handfuls of stories starting at about 13 years ago that could actually scare some folks. But the reality of it is, they are true. What better way to start promoting a film I am creating about a f$&@ed up childhood than to tell messed up, blow your mind, interesting stories of the life after?

I have decided to hold off for now. Once I open that can there is no turning back. I am gonna sit on it for a month or so. I will let you know what happens. Keep reading.

I decided to jump off a bridge. I told you all that my friend Kerry was having a birthday hike/bungee jump party. Well he did. And I went. And it was ridiculous. It was hell. And it was inspirational. And we conquered.

We met up at the trail butt-ass early last Sunday. There was supposed to be a crew jumping and a crew just hiking but seeing how it was pouring rain, just the jumpers showed.

I, of course, only wore a sweatshirt and shorts cuz I knew we were going to have to cross a river a few times. Ended up crossing that biatch about nine times. Did I say it was raining? Oh, and cold as shit.

Good thing Mark was with us. I think he was a navy seal or something. He actually cut his jeans off mid-hike. He would climb the mountain and scout ahead which kept us on track. I did my part too by standing in the water holding all the gals hands as they crossed the river. Nine times. Waist deep.

The hike was FOREVER. Five miles up a mountain. And no directions really. Just following a river. Every time I turned a corner I thought the bridge had to be there. Nope. Kept truckin.

We finally got to the top. Soaking wet. Exhausted. And now the wind was howling cuz we were on a bridge. It was at least an hour of waiting to jump after going through the training speech and all that jazz. Luckily they were heating up Gatorade for us. And they had extra jackets. I would have died if not. The sun was also peaking through and it was like god from the sky every time it did.

This was a trip though. A friggin story. I jumped. I had to go first. If I don’t go first it will freak me out the whole time. So I did it. And then I did it again. Backwards. That was dumb. Almost shit myself. I will show you a video of that here.

I never thought I would bungee jump. It was rad. And going through what we went through was an accomplishment. We conquered that bitch.

The hike down took me and my lady about an hour. We cruised. And the sun was out so I got down to a t-shirt by the time we were to the bottom. Weird thing is, the way down we only crossed the water like four times. WTF. We are idiots. But awesome ones.

I was supposed to go to my pal’s play that night. I got home and passed out at 6pm. Woke up the next day at 8am. What does that say?

Thanks Ron and Bungee America for a f$&@ing experience of a lifetime.

Cheers to “the Bridge to Nowhere”

Hearts and kisses,











jump off a bridge or into a shark tank?

In Uncategorized on May 10, 2011 at 11:30 am

I love where I live

Or both?

This Sunday is my pal Kerry’s birthday.  What is he doing for his birthday?  Dragging all his friends northeast to the “Bridge to Nowhere”.  I freaking love it!  He always has the best birthdays.  Last year we went paintballing.  The trip is a 4 1/2 mile hike to the bridge followed by a bungee jump off the bridge, then lunch, and a leisurely hike back.  Sounds awesome right?  What’s more awesome is the text I got from my friend Sarah last night after inviting her along.  Here it is: So I met a guy wearing a suicide ‘bridge to nowhere’ t-shirt today and he inspired me to do some research. F that place!! Over 100 people have committed suicide off that bridge.  Apparently it’s beyond haunted!”  I called Sarah last night and all she would say was, “If I jumped, all I would think about is all the dead people and what they were thinking while they jumped!”  I love you Sarah.  This makes me want to go even more now.  I didn’t know it was haunted or suicidal.

As for the Sharks, you all know how much I love my Detroit teams.  The Red Wings come back home to the “Joe” to host San Jose for game 6 tonight.  If they win there will be a game 7.  They will win and there will be a game 7.  Which means my buddy Brandon and I are driving our asses up to San Jose and jumping into that Shark tank to watch the Wings take ’em down.  We were supposed to go up Sunday for game 5 but shit got all f#$%ed up and we ended up watching the game at B’s.  Turns out this was fate.  What better than a game 7.  B is heading over to my pad tonight for rib-eyes and shark meat.  Go WINGS!!!

Lot’s of stuff happening in my film world so I am going to give you all a quick update.

orientation at DWF


This little short I directed is now on its 3rd festival in as many months.  We will have our West Coast premiere at Dances With Films film fest right here in Los Angeles, CA.  It is actually playing at the Laemmle Sunset 5 theatre on June 5th at 5pm sharp.  I will be throwing a dope-ass after party like I did two years back when the feature I directed, Alphonso Bow, premiered there.  If you come to the screening, you will know about the party.  “Like” us on Facebook HERE please!  We would love some more fans.  It is a great little film and the stars, Dave and Brendan, are f#$%in’ great dudes!  Check their interview HERE.


It has been almost exactly three long years since we wrapped shooting this feature film that I directed and my father, M Sarki, wrote.  I remember because we started shooting on “Cinco de Mayo” and we wrapped in five days.  Crazy that we did this feature in five days.  It feels great to say that it is being released in just over a month by Vanguard Cinema.  If you click the site you will see it in the upcoming releases.  June 21st is the date.  We are so proud of this accomplishment.  It has a been a bumpy ride and a hustle but soon enough you will all have the opportunity to watch it if you like.  They have done some great new artwork for the DVD!  It really brings it to life.  We are also releasing it in color and b&w.  Most of the festivals had only seen it in b&w so this is new look at the film.  I will keep everyone posted as it gets closer.  “Like” us on Facebook HERE!

fight scene, UNDERBELLY


This Pilot project in itself deserves its own long write-up.  And I will get it done.  Soon.  We are about three more “shoot days” from wrapping the shooting portion of the project.  It has been a hell of a ride.  Shoestring budget, amazing cast, great director and producing partner, all the favors for locations and props, the time donated, and I could go on forever.  I am going to save it for later though.  Our director is on another job for three weeks so we have to push finishing until mid-June.  I am going to leave you with our cast list so you can see for your self how awesome it is.  “Like” us on Facebook HERE please if you want to keep up with the project and learn more about what it is.  Hopefully you will see it on Showtime in the near future…

CAST: Andy Dick, Reid Scott, David Rogers, Lije Sarki, Phillip Jeanmarie, Greg Evigan, Jamie Harris, Vanessa Evigan, Sonia Rockwell, Lauren Ziemski, Stephanie Rae Anderson, Natalie James.  If I forgot someone I am sorry.

Underbelly has been a trip.  I am an executive producer on it as well as a producer, production manager, sound guy, camera operator, driver, actor, and whatever the hell else you can imagine.  I have learned a lot once again.  I will share a lot more once we finish.  We have a lot of work to do.  Still have to sync and edit this thing.  Ryan, I love you for that.  Lauren, I love you for all your help too and just being you.  It has been a ride that I will not forget.  It has engulfed four months of my life.  I was recently on the verge of explosion until Ryan got a gig he couldn’t pass up.  It’s a good thing.  It has allowed me to take a three-week hiatus from anything film/TV/production/creating related.  Granted I still audition and go sling some drinks at a bar but that is all mindless.  Effortless.  It is just fun.  Not that the other isn’t fun.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the shit out of it.  I will love it even more when that is all I have to do to pay the bills.

For now, I am on vacation.  Enjoying where I live, the fruits of my labor, baseball, hockey, the beach, hikes, skateboarding, my lady friend, other friends and just being present and put together.  I love you Life.

Cheers!  GO WINGS! and Happy Birthday Kerry!

Lije and NBF

I am going to leave you with another quote from my good friend Sarah, “Hi kids! I’m going to work out with Richard Simmons at 6:30 on Tuesday at Beverly Hills studio. If anyone wants tocome let me know! Class is $15 and eveyone needs to be there 45 min early so factor it in!”  

SPECIAL NOTE:  Think twice before you ever ask me to do some shit like that again!  I am experimental, of course, but Richard Simmons scares the shit out of me.  

slingin' drinks

pal Brandon (B), repping the beer for the ticket to the game, GO WINGS!

Steph Rae, pre-fight scene, UNDERBELLY


Mike, on a boat, Catalina

psychiatrist scene, UNDERBELLY

me, life, fun, Catalina, again

poolside, UNDERBELLY

My lady friend