A collection of writing by Jeremy Engdahl-Johnson
May 13, 2015Posted by on
In my role as a moderator with the New York Screenwriting Collective I often participate in podcasts where we discuss movies and their structure. Here’s the full library:
- X-Men: Apocalypse
- The Haeful Eight
- Fantastic Four
- Mad Max: Fury Road
- Avengers: Age of Ultron
- It Follows
- American Hustle
- Sharknado (you can watch the Hangout version here)
- World War Z
March 31, 2015Posted by on
December 30, 2013Posted by on
Check out my new article about how the government shutdown rocked the Colorado River rafting industry. The story is both journalistic and personal in nature. I snuck into the Grand Canyon to meet my father’s 70th-birthday Colorado River rafting trip.
April 14, 2013Posted by on
Some mornings you wake up expecting to ski in the rain and find something wonderfully different waiting for you. Like ten inches of new snow and no one on the mountain.
All footage shot on April 8 at The Canyons, Utah.
February 10, 2012Posted by on
I’ve got a movie concept in the works: Zombielanche is a zombie/climate change mashup. Think An Inconvenient Truth + Quarantine + Alien.
To support this effort and as a way of better understanding both the zombie and climate change communities, I’ve started a new blog at Zombielanche.com. Check it out.
March 31, 2011Posted by on
My short story, “Lovers’ Balk,” has been published in the latest issue (#67) of Spitball, which was mailed out today. “Lovers’ Balk” is the story of a fantasy baseball geek who uses his player forecasting algorithm to find himself the perfect woman on the Internet.
Stephen Schtingenshreif, or Stevie Baseball as he was known to his loyal bloggers at welovethebrewcrew.com, had developed the perfect sabermetric model for forecasting the fortunes of major league hitters. He called it OPSMOPP: Official Prognostic Statistical Model of Outstanding Player Performance. Stevie Baseball had used OPSMOPP to successfully predict breakout seasons by several Major League talents. Starting in 2003, he’d ridden his superior statistical knowledge to three consecutive titles in the BBL (Blogosphere Baseball League—the fantasy baseball league of all fantasy baseball leagues, populated exclusively by baseball blogmasters).
The 2006 season, though, was different.
Stevie Baseball was a paranoid sort, prone to winning-streak socks. When he started loosing he went looking for a cause. He had prepared for the league in the same manner as the prior years but there was one significant personal difference in his life. In 2006, he had been without the good luck that seemed to follow his quietly contemptuous X. She had never expressed interest in baseball, never entered the room as he sat in his den with his back to the door, absorbed in Excel worksheets. Had her presence somehow contributed to his three-year winning streak? She’d moved out in March and he hadn’t sniffed .500 all season.
The way he was losing made it worse. A new owner, Rodney Estrogini, had stolen all of Stevie’s sleeper picks during their online draft. Estrogini had followed with a series of bold trades, creating a juggernaut the likes of which the BBL had never seen. Stevie found himself in uncomfortable territory: Last place, hoping for statistically impossible results from a crop of injured arms and underachieving bats.
August 31, 2009Posted by on
I have sacrificed my first novel, Rabble Rouser, in the name of science. Retroblognovel–an interactive digital novel–is the result. This is the story of a young man from California who goes to Mississippi to investigate his family’s involvement in a civil rights murder. Retroblognovel lets you navigate this story in whatever chronology suits you.
December 10, 2008Posted by on
“Island Nation” is the winner of this month’s Writers Billboard short story contest. Here is the story in its entirety.
When Stephen got home that night he found Daisy passed out on the antique couch. The living room was littered with another Arab Street haul. Colorful paper bags from mall fashion outlets and street vendors speckled the condo floor. Daisy had unwound a swath of pink bejeweled silk; it ran between the front door to the far wall and window.
Stephen wondered how Daisy managed to get all of it home. He imagined a moving truck following her down Singapore’s streets, gathering a payload of silks, scarves, and soaps.
“I’m home,” Stephen said, closing the front door and setting his briefcase there by the door. He was not quite handsome, but always presentable. Always clad in a nice suit and capable of tying a Windsor that didn’t loosen up over the day. He could play the part of banker.
Daisy stirred awake. Her Prada top bunched up, showing her midriff. Her beauty still startled him, especially when she was least aware of it: sleeping or cooking or too drunk on apple martinis to notice. They had been married a year, following a blitzkrieg courtship.
“How was your day?” Daisy yawned.
“Interesting,” Stephen said, picking his way across the living room to kiss her. Her mouth was warm and tasted of mottled gin. He noted the empty hi-ball glass beside the couch, its melted-ice remains.
December 1, 2008Posted by on
Sometimes my day job is more interesting than others. Today, in conjunction with an event we’re hosting at Seattle’s Town Hall, I’ve got a post up at the Health Care Blog: “Fact or fiction: Electronic medical records save money.”
March 8, 2006Posted by on
The Seattle Weekly today published my article, “Wasting Away in Karaokeville,” the result of several months of exhaustive karaoke research. Here’s an excerpt:
Once a fad embraced only by the supremely talented or obscenely drunk, karaoke has crossed over to the big time in Seattle, drawing crowds from Ballard to the ID.
“Whoever invented karaoke should get the Nobel Peace Prize,” says Garnett Brooks, who bartends at the Crescent Lounge, also on Capitol Hill. “People feel like a million dollars coming off that stage.” (As a matter of fact, Osaka-born Daisuke Inoue, who invented karaoke in 1971, was awarded the Ig Nobel Peace Prize in 2004 by the Annals of Improbable Research.)