Yo Yo Yo...
May. 27th, 2007 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdust...but no yo ho for me, obviously, since I am lame and have a child, which means POTC: AWE is safely out of my immediate reach for quite some time. Also, Steve is taking off to some sort of Tridura event on Tuesday, won't be back until Monday--should be "fun". But yeah, that's the story.
Yesterday I read at the Small Press Book Fair, which I'd completely forgotten that Halli Villegas and Myna Wallin had asked me to do. Tonight we have the Barringers' combined Mother's/Father's Day party at my sister-in-law Kate's. Mom can't come, because she's rehearsing for a Fringe show called Shiksas Sit Shiva. And what else? Well, I finally heard back from the legendary Bill Burke, he of No Vacancy screenplay development fame; he wants to consult on that, and since the first thing he said in his email was "we really need to get you some more money," I'm certainly down with that action.;) Plus, it looks like "The Cage", first of our web-audio plays, is rolling haphazardly towards production-worthiness. A shout out to Chris Alexander, whose son Jackson was born earlier this week, and who (hopefully) has committed to doing our theme and incidental music. A brave new world of sleeplessness awaits you, my friend.
Meanwhile, I have thousands of things I've been reading, viewing and listening to that I really should mention in here, if only to plug them. For today, however, I'll restrict myself to thanking Paul and Susan for turning me on to Putamayo's "World Playground" series of kids' collections, because their French Playground CD is startlingly fun--crazy and surreal and hummable, like an alternate soundtrack to Michel Gondry's The Science of Sleep. I especially like the track in which you suddenly realize the back-up singers are singing in heavily-accented English, which makes it sound twice as alien. Oh, and the song about how Paris is always growing, in the day AND the night. You can't stop it! Aaaaagh!
All right, I'm off to work out. My next entry, which will hopefully come sooner rather than later, may deal with this semester's Fifth Term packages--already WAY better than last semester's, thank Christ. 'Bye.
Yesterday I read at the Small Press Book Fair, which I'd completely forgotten that Halli Villegas and Myna Wallin had asked me to do. Tonight we have the Barringers' combined Mother's/Father's Day party at my sister-in-law Kate's. Mom can't come, because she's rehearsing for a Fringe show called Shiksas Sit Shiva. And what else? Well, I finally heard back from the legendary Bill Burke, he of No Vacancy screenplay development fame; he wants to consult on that, and since the first thing he said in his email was "we really need to get you some more money," I'm certainly down with that action.;) Plus, it looks like "The Cage", first of our web-audio plays, is rolling haphazardly towards production-worthiness. A shout out to Chris Alexander, whose son Jackson was born earlier this week, and who (hopefully) has committed to doing our theme and incidental music. A brave new world of sleeplessness awaits you, my friend.
Meanwhile, I have thousands of things I've been reading, viewing and listening to that I really should mention in here, if only to plug them. For today, however, I'll restrict myself to thanking Paul and Susan for turning me on to Putamayo's "World Playground" series of kids' collections, because their French Playground CD is startlingly fun--crazy and surreal and hummable, like an alternate soundtrack to Michel Gondry's The Science of Sleep. I especially like the track in which you suddenly realize the back-up singers are singing in heavily-accented English, which makes it sound twice as alien. Oh, and the song about how Paris is always growing, in the day AND the night. You can't stop it! Aaaaagh!
All right, I'm off to work out. My next entry, which will hopefully come sooner rather than later, may deal with this semester's Fifth Term packages--already WAY better than last semester's, thank Christ. 'Bye.
