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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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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.