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rushthatspeaks and jinian at Rodney's in Central Square and then we met ajodasso and rinue at Toscanini's and then we shot B-roll for a science fiction film. I have never been part of even a microbudget film before. We dressed for the future out of our own clothes, some scarves and props. derspatchel pointed us toward MIT's Simmons Hall. Apparently the correct term is not extras, it's background, and if I turn up for two seconds as background in an offworld montage, I will consider this an afternoon entirely well spent. If I don't turn up for two seconds as background in an offworld montage, I will consider it an afternoon entirely well spent. It was like silent film. It was a lot of fun.
And then I stopped off at Blue Shirt Café in Davis Square and helped Rob sort pages. There was an exciting moment when I realized I'd left my four-dollar record of Songs by Tom Lehrer (1953) in Rush's car. It was retrieved and presented to its proper owner. I hung on to the play by Peter Ustinov. (The ninety-four-cent shelf at Rodney's is no slouch. I only left Christopher Fry's The Dark Is Light Enough (1954) because I couldn't remember if I already owned it.)
And then I got home to discover that my poem "In the Firebird Museum" is now online at Stone Telling, with a haunting illustration by Yuri Dojc. This is the one I wrote the same night as my poem currently in inkscrawl: I think it was meant at the time forrose_lemberg, but it found its way to her in the end. This magazine gets better with every issue.
(Discovered earlier, but deserving of post: Jeff VanderMeer writes about Beyond Binary and interviewsbritmandelo.)
Today, in short: pretty damn fine.
rushthatspeaks and jinian at Rodney's in Central Square and then we met ajodasso and rinue at Toscanini's and then we shot B-roll for a science fiction film. I have never been part of even a microbudget film before. We dressed for the future out of our own clothes, some scarves and props. derspatchel pointed us toward MIT's Simmons Hall. Apparently the correct term is not extras, it's background, and if I turn up for two seconds as background in an offworld montage, I will consider this an afternoon entirely well spent. If I don't turn up for two seconds as background in an offworld montage, I will consider it an afternoon entirely well spent. It was like silent film. It was a lot of fun.And then I stopped off at Blue Shirt Café in Davis Square and helped Rob sort pages. There was an exciting moment when I realized I'd left my four-dollar record of Songs by Tom Lehrer (1953) in Rush's car. It was retrieved and presented to its proper owner. I hung on to the play by Peter Ustinov. (The ninety-four-cent shelf at Rodney's is no slouch. I only left Christopher Fry's The Dark Is Light Enough (1954) because I couldn't remember if I already owned it.)
And then I got home to discover that my poem "In the Firebird Museum" is now online at Stone Telling, with a haunting illustration by Yuri Dojc. This is the one I wrote the same night as my poem currently in inkscrawl: I think it was meant at the time for
rose_lemberg, but it found its way to her in the end. This magazine gets better with every issue.(Discovered earlier, but deserving of post: Jeff VanderMeer writes about Beyond Binary and interviews
britmandelo.)Today, in short: pretty damn fine.
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And well done on "Museum". I'll give it a proper re-read when I'm back on the netbook.
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Hah. Thank you. I'd like to be in more!
Being curious, what was your future outfit?
I don't have any photographs, but I wore my default black corduroys and a kind of cross-tied sleeveless green shirt to match the Blade Runner/Star Wars aesthetic most of us had independently decided to try for, with the ancient black motorcycle jacket that used to belong to my father. (It is nearly forty years old and a crash survivor; I love it dearly. I would wear it more often except that the seams along one sleeve are starting to split. Since it's not the leather itself disintegrating, I have this dream I can take it somewhere and get it repaired, but I'm no longer sure where one actually goes for that sort of thing.) For comparison, Rush was wearing cargo shorts, a sort of short belted jacket that would have doubled as a dress if it hadn't been so windy, and a haori; Adrienne had a black dress and a sleeveless overrobe of autumn-colored patches that I had brought with me, because I threw together a backpack of random-ass clothing before I left the house and it turned out to be useful. At one point her husband was wearing a blousy white nineteenth-century shirt of mine and Jinian had been fixed up with my mostly purple fish-patterned silk scarf, as well as a white headscarf of the director's and a sort of wearable one-way screen. I was also in posssession of two tweed hats from the 1940's that used to belong to
I have been informed there are stills. If I'm allowed to, and I can deal with the way I look in them, I'll post a couple.
And well done on "Museum". I'll give it a proper re-read when I'm back on the netbook.
Thank you. It's set in a beautiful issue.
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If your leather jacket still needs fixing the next time I'm in your geographic vicinity, I'd be happy to have a look at it. I've done my fair share of surgery and seam stitching on leather and I have most of the necessary equipment. Many cobblers will fix leather jackets, as will dry-cleaners who have seamstresses or tailors in-house. On the other hand, it's possibly safer to give it to a company you have a prior history with, so that there's less danger of them misplacing the jacket.
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I would like to be part of more movies! I don't know if I can make it happen, but I should figure out some way to try.
If your leather jacket still needs fixing the next time I'm in your geographic vicinity, I'd be happy to have a look at it. I've done my fair share of surgery and seam stitching on leather and I have most of the necessary equipment.
That is an incredibly kind offer. If it's still relevant, I will let you know.
Many cobblers will fix leather jackets, as will dry-cleaners who have seamstresses or tailors in-house.
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My friend is currently running a Kickstarter to fund another season of her web series, so if that needs background I know who to call. :)
That is an incredibly kind offer. If it's still relevant, I will let you know.
So noted. I find sewing up leather to be sort-of meditatively enjoyable, but it may also be genetic. My great-grandfather was a furrier.
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Hee. What is the series?
My great-grandfather was a furrier.
I did not know that. Where?
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It's called Accidental Heroes. I worked on the first season as a location scouter, set-dresser and girl-of-all-work. I got to build a garbage dump and keep it assembled in freezing and windy conditions.
The trailer for season two, which is all clips from season one is here.
I did not know that. Where?
In Toronto. My mother's father. When my mother was small he would have her curl up on the furs to read or talk to him, so that they would soften.
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So glad the hats got to you. Does either of them suit?
Nine
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Well, one of them is slouchily indestructible and the other is faded but sharp; I have no idea about their artistic merits on me, but I like them.
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Wear them in good health.
Nine