While I was trottin’ around YouTube.com I found this little diddy. Enjoy!
Volkswagon.com has a now-quite-common feature that allows you to build their new re-lease, the Rabbit. What’s cute about this feature, besides their flash animations while building the car, is that you can breed your rabbit with other rabbits at the end. Worth the 3 minutes!
So last night at church we had a potluck – sort of our ‘beginning of summer, celebrate the three day wknd, let’s have fun every few months’ sort of thing. It was great fun, and several of us guys were able to totally reorganize and clean up Terry’s shed, in addition to experiencing all manner of grilled delicacies.
At some point, we learned of a rapidly hatching plot by the Siebelaners and Monroes to hit the beach first thing in the morning today (so as to avoid the inevitable LA syndrome of ‘we drove an hour and we’re still late and now there’s no where to park’ which strikes most of us at least once a month and much more often when going to the beach on summer holidays). At any rate, Gillian got excited and we decided to join in, so did a few others, and I resigned myself to the idea that I didn’t really need to work a full day today and that half a day would be good.
So, the beach was great fun. Gillian demonstrated her Canadian indemnity against cold by swimming and playing in ocean water which was so cold that it literally caused me so much pain I couldn’t stand in it, not even ankle-deep. My wife is the cutest penguin ever, and I am apparently a wuss.
On the way home, we decided to stop by Peet’s to pick up some coffee and so Gillian could check on her schedule. Then we found out about a bbq being hosted by one of Gillian’s coworkers in Bel Air. In case you don’t know, that’s where all the rich people have fabulous houses with sweeping views of Los Angeles. Gillian got excited, and I got flustered: being a Fritzsche, I am a very big fan of formulating and then executing plans, with as little unforeseen change as possible. Having planned since the previous day to go to the beach and then to work for four hours, I was sure I couldn’t possibly afford the opportunity-loss in income engendered by not working and mostly just felt confused by the world. But Gillian pointed out that it’s a holiday and that I should relax, and I got over it and we went to the bbq, where we met a whole bunch of really fun and really artsy people and played cards and swam and talked about the business and ate amazing hamburgers in a fabulous house built on the side of a hill with a sweeping view of LA. The best part was that this house is owned by Gillian’s friend’s grandpa, who apparently built and decorated it while the Brady Bunch was on the air, and saw no need to update it with the latest Ikea has to offer. So, it was an amusing contrast – one of the most hoity-toity neighborhoods in America, but a house that felt more like a middle-American home than a monolithic monument to modernism (a common theme in wealthy LA houses).
We ended our day early and I’m going to bed before 11pm. Which of course, always makes me very happy. I like to think that we celebrated the freedom bought by the blood of our grandfathers in Europe and the Pacific in a way befitting the holiday, which is in and of itself an interesting study in American culture that I have not the resources or energy to explore at this time. Suffice to say, we as a culture celebrate the fact that we were not conscripted into Nazism by grilling hot dogs at the beach. I think that’s fascinating.
this i post from Pulitzer Prize winning columnist, author, and blogger, Dave Barry. It made me a bit misty when i read it this morning.
Last night my family and I were at a barbecue at the home of friends. One of the other guests was a man in his 80s; one of his children mentioned that he’d been in the Battle of the Bulge. I asked him about it, and, with prodding, he talked about it, a little. Like most guys of his amazing generation, he was resolutely modest. He was a machine gunner in the heart of the bloodiest battle of World War II, and what he had to say about it was this: “I was lucky.”
Not every soldier was, of course. That’s the real reason why we have Memorial Day. We need to remember that, and tell our kids.
…in my cereal might not seem like a good thing. Yet, I have no trouble popping a chocolate-covered espresso bean when I want one.
So even though I accidentally dropped some espresso grounds into my cereal and didn’t notice until I sat down to eat it, I’m not going to get a new bowl. I’m eating my coffee-grounded-cereal. And I’m enjoying it.
P.S. This is where I work.
Say what you will, Elementary School Theatre is still theatre. Last night as hundreds of parents, grandparents, cousins and friends filed into the auditorium of a school in Pasadena, the tangible “excitement before the show” electricity was in the air. I know this feeling. It’s the energy that kept me going at Pacific Theatre when I was tired, busy, or overwhelmed. I would leave the office and walk up to the front of house just as they were opening the doors and I would stand at the back of the house while everyone found their seats. Tangible excitement.
Books, papers, and dissertations have been written about why this excitement exists – why we love theatre. I don’t want to attempt to address that here. I just know that there’s a thick energy in the air before a live theatre show; one that just isn’t as viscus in the cinema (although slightly present).
Last night, that energy was present for an Elementary School production of The Beauty & The Beast. Two of our friends were in the show! One played Beauty…
…the other was in the chorus. They are talented sisters.
Of course it wasn’t the best production of the Disney story ever, but it was theatre. And the audience enjoyed themselves. And they were rewarded for their investment – their excitement. 180 pre-teens told a story, with costumes and music, and lights; and an audience came, and an audience laughed, and an audience nearly cried. Theatre happened. And it was good.
In Los Angeles, image is everything. And certainly one thing that Angelinos want looking fabulous is their homes! Just north of where Ryan and I live, is a lovely neighbourhood full of beautiful homes – Spanish, Stucco, Victorian. Most of them are quite lovely and unique. But are they inviting?
A good friend once said: “Every home should have an entryway that looks inviting.” As I’ve been walking around my neighbourhood, I’ve discovered some very inviting-looking homes. But as I walk, I find myself thinking, “That house would be much nicer if it had a stoop.” Today, as I mused about this, I considered the possibility that it’s because I’m from Newfoundland – where it rains. In Newfoundland, you need stoops.
Not all homes in Newfoundland have stoops; but most do. And it’s a more common feature in homes in Newfoundland than it is in homes in LA. But I suppose that’s because…
IN LA, IT HARDLY EVER RAINS!
Just last night (or the night before?), Ryan and I were driving east and he said, “Oh look! It’s raining!” And I looked. And I saw nothing. So I said, “What? The mist?” “Yes,” he said, “the rain.”
Ryan is from Virginia. It rains in Virginia.
But in LA, it doesn’t rain. It mists. It spits. It becomes hazy, sometimes foggy even. But it’s an unusual event if it rains. They even interrupt the coverage of the latest car chase to tell us that it’s raining! If it rains… which is hardly ever. I guess Ryan’s been here too long to remember real rain.
Anyway… when Ryan and I get a house some day, I’ll want one with a stoop on it. Because even though I’ll rarely need to shelter my wouldbe guests from rain, a home with a stoop just looks more inviting.
And in LA, where it never rains…
…image is everything.
UPDATE: Lots of people are showing up to this post looking for information. Well, here’s some information on “how to pitch a film”.
- from videojug.com
Based upon my knowledge, experience and education, the links above tell you pretty much all you need to know about pitching (except for videojug.com). The rest is practice, presentation, and poise. Best of luck!
1. Don’t do this.
Okay! I’ve been trying for hours, nearly days, to somehow get a slideshow from my Flickr.com up on this blog! I managed to get the little widget you see down to the right. That will update each time I put a new photo on my Flickr.com pages.
Speaking of posting new photos, I’ve added a TON of photos to my Flickr.com pages. And…
Here’s a fascinating little quiz that ostensibly tells you what denomination or theological persuasion you are by having you answer a series of questions. I found it very interesting, and little surprising:
Here are my results:
(I’m not sure I totally agree – I actually think the Bible is pretty central to our faith)
|You scored as Neo orthodox. You are neo-orthodox. You reject the human-centredness and scepticism of liberal theology, but neither do you go to the other extreme and make the Bible the central issue for faith. You believe that Christ is God’s most important revelation to humanity, and the Trinity is hugely important in your theology. The Bible is also important because it points us to the revelation of Christ. You are influenced by Karl Barth and P T Forsyth.|
…now sits in my inner Honda Civic listening to his new car stereo! Finally, after spending most of my life wanting a bigger and better car stereo, we bought me one today. The dudes at Best Buy installed it very nicely, and were able to use some of misc speakers I have collected over the years. So, now, with 30 only a year away, there are two subwoofers in my trunk, and a CD player in my dash. I am a happy man! Thank you to Fay & Glenn for the birthday money and to Gillie for encouraging me to spend it! 🙂
so my beautiful bride asked me a few minutes ago if i was going to post on this, the shiny new blogling. so i said, “uh…” and proceeded to search for my password. As I was doing this, I started talking about The Violet Burning since I had gone to their site a little while ago to listen to their last record (which you can stream in its entirety thanks to the beauty of Flash). It’s really cool, but I feel kinda guilty cuz I’ve never bought their record but i listen to it alot. But for the record, i would if it was on iTunes (I checked – it’s not – i was gonna buy it, for real!).
anyway… i started asking Gillie if she was familiar with The Violet Burning, cuz they’re one of these bands with a modest but highly fanatical cult following – and with good reason. They had a brief glimpse of fame in the 90’s but i had never really heard much. Finally i went and saw them with my friend Christy a few years ago and met them and we talked about 80’s metal a lot. But the show was great and although i still haven’t bought the album thanks to a superhero, if it shows up here, I’m there.
oh, and you should listen to them too – pretty cool melodic alt rock with lots of heart and a soothing voice. if you don’t believe me, listen to their record.
i’ll blog about other things later. cheers!
Yesterday, postal prices rose in the United States. Ryan was horrified when he found this out and lamented last night that he’d have to buy a whole bunch of $0.02 stamps. I tend not to bother myself with such things. I use digital mail when I can and subject myself to the postal system when necessary. The USPS says that their price increases reflect inflation and I calmly believe them.
However, I’ve always been one to revile against junkmail. Like you, I’m sure, I grumble everytime I’m thrown back against the wall when my mailbox explodes with flyers, credit card apps, and (heaven forbid) samples! So imagine my incredulity when I heard on the radio yesterday that…
JUNKMAIL KEEPS POSTAL PRICES DOWN!!
According to the Executive Director of some organization who mails stuff all the time, if there were no junk mail (or advertising mail as they like to affectionately call it), the postal prices would be nearly twice as much as they are today! So there you have it. I for one will from now on happily recycle all the colorful papers that fill my mailbox knowing that they keeping the postage prices low, and my husband from having a cow. I will do this with a smil and calmly, because the prices of postage in America never bothered me much in the first place.
The Fritzsches! Here we are! And here’s our new blog! Enjoy!