Good morning! I could do with much, much, MUCH more sleep as I was as I was up very late last night doing emergency edits for work. I'm about to wander into the office, make sure everything is fine and then leave so that I might rest, clean the house, spend time with cats, and otherwise BE A HUMAN.
Apparently, I've managed to get both my melancholy and mania a bit out of my system. Europe is exciting (I've been hunting for flights for Patty for her hop to CH); Dogboy & Justine is under control; the landlord finally cashed the rent check; etc. Tomorrow morning Patty and I have a digital date!
The NYMF closing party is Sunday. I don't know what to wear. Unlike the opening party, this is not a THING, but I should still figure it out. (I say this now; watch, because I am unprepared and not giving a shit, this be a THING. Just watch.)
Are you anywhere near New Haven? If you are (and you are in if you are in New York City), you should go to the Regency Assembly in New Haven. I am not sure I'll make it, due to work obligations and recording Inception: The Musical, but I'm sure going to try. But go, IT IS AWESOME.
My Princess Boy is a kids book used as an anti-bullying tool in schools. A mom wrote it in response to the fact that her young son likes to dress us like a princess. Short article and video interview about it. The mom is super-honest about her process and initial discomfort with it, which is actually really cool. "There is more than one way to be a boy; there is more than one way to be a girl." Word.
I have come to the conclusion that product reviews on the Internet are basically useless. No. REALLY. Because there's only two types: "Best thing ever!" and "HATE HATE HATE" and no one saying either is necessarily rational. You just have to close your eyes and make a choice. I find that trying.
My mobile got a lot of rain in it yesterday, and now depressing the track ball isn't making stuff go. I can still hit the enter key, but I am annoyed. Will it self-repair as it dries out?
Another awesome picture with chite from my HS reunion:
I'm looking at a two day film course. Every review is either "THIS CHANGED MY LIFE" or "I KNEW ALL THIS CRAP ALREADY FROM READING LOTS OF BOOKS."
Neither of those is helpful, neither of those speak to my needs, and neither of those make me hate the film business less.
I have a set of shit I need to learn, I'd rather not learn it by cluttering up my house with books I know I won't read systematically, and I'm totally okay with saying "I know nothing outside of the actor's view of these things right now."
But there's so much posturing in film. I'm already getting the heebie jeebies, less about the class and more about -- ugh, filmmaker boy culture.
Yes, while I'll "say it with tits" to raise money for D&J, I'm going to dress like a hipster boy when dealing with this end of the film world, period. Because it may not help, but it will hurt a lot less than being an sort of not good enough object of desire.
Pittsburgh Filmmakers has some women who teach classes there. It looks like many are into photography but a few are into film. I don't know if they offer anything that would be of use to you, though.
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Date: 2010-10-15 04:17 pm (UTC)I'm looking at a two day film course. Every review is either "THIS CHANGED MY LIFE" or "I KNEW ALL THIS CRAP ALREADY FROM READING LOTS OF BOOKS."
Neither of those is helpful, neither of those speak to my needs, and neither of those make me hate the film business less.
I have a set of shit I need to learn, I'd rather not learn it by cluttering up my house with books I know I won't read systematically, and I'm totally okay with saying "I know nothing outside of the actor's view of these things right now."
But there's so much posturing in film. I'm already getting the heebie jeebies, less about the class and more about -- ugh, filmmaker boy culture.
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Date: 2010-10-15 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-15 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-15 04:48 pm (UTC)