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Friday, August 25, 2006
Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind
The website and trailer are up for this film I worked on last summer. Oh my but I am eager to see it. Monday, August 21, 2006
Maybe I'm Crazy
Listening to Gnarls Barkley on the ipod while walking to work this morning in the fantastic weather was just about perfect. St. Elsewhere, the perfect urban soundtrack. Wednesday, August 16, 2006
If you attended Haude Elementary School please post any lyrics you can remember from any of the songs from the 5th grade program in the comments section. I received an email this morning pointing to an entry I wrote a few years ago trying to determine the lyrics to the song "A New Deal". I think I remember the refrain, but of the verses I can only remember that WPA was rhymed with banking holiday and "we have no fear but fear itself til this depression ends". There were several songs in the program, like this one about Manifest Destiny: Going West In a covered wagon Get along mule Giddyap Giddyap Spite all the danger Going through the Indian Country We're Gonna Cross the Cumberland Gap (Giddyap Giddyap, across the Cumberland Gap) If there were verses to this song I don't remember. But during the "Indian Country" part there were drums, and kids would "walk" big signs that looked like Native Americans behind all the singing kids. There was another song that included the phrase "Turkey in the Straw" and "That's the way that ma met pa". Oh! And a twenties song! Jazz baby What do you know? Skiddly dee di dee and a yode-oh oh (????) Charleston Charleston No kind of coat like a raccoon coat Stocks are going up going up going up and so on... I wonder what valuable information has been pushed out of my brain to make room for these songs. Monday, August 07, 2006
Badges?
Do not ask for whom the rules are written. A while back there was a Christastrophe post about corporate ID badges and the rules someone had to make on the care of such badges due to the stupidity and oddity of the general public. And I laughed and I looked around for the piece of paper I got with my badge. It was in a drawer where I'd put it away without reading it. It looked similar to the instructions Chris received. I work in a "high security building" where you need an id badge to go anywhere at all, ever. It doesn't really seem to help with security as my wallet went missing from my desk drawer several weeks ago, but whatever. I guess they're trying. Since I need my badge to go anywhere, ever, I often tuck it in my back pocket, if I'm wearing something with a back pocket, so I always have it with me. Especially when I'm running auditions by myself I have so much on my mind, there isn't room in my brain to remember to carry my badge. Evidently. I'd staple the damn thing to my forehead but I think that pamphlet says that I shouldn't. This weekend Eric did the laundry which is awesome, but I'd left my id badge in my back pocket still and it is warped. Warped! Cause you aren't supposed to machine wash them. It says so right in the pamphlet. Damn! I might as well have bitten it. I'm off to spill solvent on it and cover it with fudge. Tuesday, August 01, 2006
One of These Days I'm Going to Sit Down and Write a Long Letter
Sometimes I forget how long I've lived in this city. Usually I remember if I'm spring cleaning the apartment, finally throwing out things that I haven't looked at in years, or sometimes tucking them away again so I can rediscover them months later. Today I had an errand that took me into an area of the city, a few blocks really, that I haven't visited in years. Days after I moved to the city for real I started working as a temp at a British publishing company. It was my day-job, the thing to keep me going until I got going. Maybe because we were all strangers in a strange land, they took care of me. I worked hard, but my boss there was excellent. I worked my way and my temporary position became permanent and up the ladder I went. It was a wonderful relationship but it was also doomed like all relationships where two entities like each other but aren't meant to be. I left more than once and they always had me back. I started working part time to devote more time to entertainment pursuits. The CEO got me a job working weekends at his partner's antique shop so I'd have extra money. I moved to Vermont for the summer. They promised me I'd have a place when I came back. I left for good. I came back. The job wasn't perfect but it was familiar, and there were people there I had a real connection with, but it wasn't where I wanted to be. I stayed on, through moves to different offices to new bosses to new positions. I made amazing friends over the years. We went on weekend vacations with our husbands and boyfriends. Finally they pulled the plug. I was self-righteously outraged when that happened. It turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. But after the fallout I stayed away just like one might avoid the old haunts they once shared with an ex. One of those haunts was the place where I ate lunch probably every weekday for years. Sometimes if it was a rough day and I could get away I was there afternoons too for a coffee pickup. If it had been a bad week I might get a cheesecake brownie. It was probably overpriced but I didn't care. In a city like New York, the biggest small town in America, I've built relationships with the people I see every day. Even if I don't know their names or never invite them to a friend's gig or instant message them to say hello, I see them every day. Bodega owners and baristas, they know how I like my coffee and let me pay next time if I find myself short of cash. I walked into the place I used to walk into two or three times a day. It was actually in a new bigger location around the corner. I didn't see anyone I knew until I got to the counter and there she was. We don't know each other's name, but she'd noticed when I got engaged. She didn't ring me up, but she caught my eye as I was headed out and her face lit up. We exchanged hellos and how are yous. I'm here we said. We're still here. For some reason that felt pretty good. |
