"Marilyn French died just over a week ago. She was a writer, a thinker, a scholar, a visionary and a feminist. I put the word feminist last because it was a given in her life on and off the page. She didn't need to come into a room announcing her identity – it was inside her every thought and phrase. I came to know Marilyn first as a reader, and later was privileged to know the person." -Alida BrillAm listening to instrumental music from one of the Harry Potter soundtracks, it's my new thing for work and nap music because it gets me imaging the moments I thought I'd left behind in cartoons. Am on, "Harry Potter's Love," as I type this and wait for a brief to happen in a few minutes.
Did a radio recording the other day where I instructed the voice talent to make it sound a little more magical, and I think he thought I had lost somewhere around the seven versions of the first line that I made him do.
It was interesting being at the production house early (as I had insisted they open early for me) because everyone working there was grumpy and resentful of me in some ways I suppose. I had 3o-hours and 1 hour of sleep, but it was worth it.
The weekend involved a lot of driving and getting lost in my car. Friday I'd spent more time on the road than actually in the three locations I eventually made it to for three different reasons. Tiff was down with her boyfriend, who dragged out all the Whales Paradise and Save The Whales nonsense, which was really hard to live down in the midst of Redbull vodkas and a gay bar. Sunday I brought Le Peaux to Kidzone at Church. There were kids everywhere, and one of the Pastor's walked up to me and said, "Happy Mother's Day." I corrected him immediately.
I sat with Le Peaux as she was scared and her Dad went upstairs for service. We had to get up and dance, sing, and listen to a story. Then we prayed for all the kid's parents. During the story of Joseph and his brother's plot to kill him, the actor on stage asked the kids how did they think Jesus felt, to which everyone started shouting out things like, angry, mad, sad. And a little girl sitting beside me, said quietly out loud, "frustrated." There were kids everywhere, and there I was smack in the middle of it with Le Peaux. Yes, we were a little scared. But once we started doing a dance, I think we were okay. I hope she'll get a little more comfortable, enough so that I can sit on the sidelines and then eventually make it back upstairs for the adult service. But kids are funny people, and they get scared real easy. I've never really been good at handling them, but Le Peaux and I are okay.
Kingston just stopped by with a package that I am supposed to pass to Garrick. We hung out over the weekend, and I discovered that he had a great love for his work, and what it was like being an Executive Producer, at such a young age. I told him that I found in commendable to keep learning, and that the reward would come for all the hard work. I see the drive in his eyes, when he says he can't sleep some nights, thinking about everything he needs to get done the next day.
Did a radio recording the other day where I instructed the voice talent to make it sound a little more magical, and I think he thought I had lost somewhere around the seven versions of the first line that I made him do.
It was interesting being at the production house early (as I had insisted they open early for me) because everyone working there was grumpy and resentful of me in some ways I suppose. I had 3o-hours and 1 hour of sleep, but it was worth it.
The weekend involved a lot of driving and getting lost in my car. Friday I'd spent more time on the road than actually in the three locations I eventually made it to for three different reasons. Tiff was down with her boyfriend, who dragged out all the Whales Paradise and Save The Whales nonsense, which was really hard to live down in the midst of Redbull vodkas and a gay bar. Sunday I brought Le Peaux to Kidzone at Church. There were kids everywhere, and one of the Pastor's walked up to me and said, "Happy Mother's Day." I corrected him immediately.
I sat with Le Peaux as she was scared and her Dad went upstairs for service. We had to get up and dance, sing, and listen to a story. Then we prayed for all the kid's parents. During the story of Joseph and his brother's plot to kill him, the actor on stage asked the kids how did they think Jesus felt, to which everyone started shouting out things like, angry, mad, sad. And a little girl sitting beside me, said quietly out loud, "frustrated." There were kids everywhere, and there I was smack in the middle of it with Le Peaux. Yes, we were a little scared. But once we started doing a dance, I think we were okay. I hope she'll get a little more comfortable, enough so that I can sit on the sidelines and then eventually make it back upstairs for the adult service. But kids are funny people, and they get scared real easy. I've never really been good at handling them, but Le Peaux and I are okay.
Kingston just stopped by with a package that I am supposed to pass to Garrick. We hung out over the weekend, and I discovered that he had a great love for his work, and what it was like being an Executive Producer, at such a young age. I told him that I found in commendable to keep learning, and that the reward would come for all the hard work. I see the drive in his eyes, when he says he can't sleep some nights, thinking about everything he needs to get done the next day.
