I enjoyed the fellow I saw downtown today in the kilt. Men in kilts are hot hothot.
But I was just as happy that, when a gust of wind caught him, he was wearing spandex bike shorts underneath.
Thank you and ... Och! thank you.
Now maybe if he'd looked like this
Saturday, January 26, 2008
In Praise of Spandex
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Hey. Writers. Don't Sell Your Baby. IndieGoGo it.
It had to happen. Reinvention of the movie industry.
The whole thing that kept movie studios going was Access to the Money, Contracts with the Actors, and Distribution. Did you see Steve Job's keynote address at Macworld? The new Air doesn't even have an optical drive. Stuff's going to stream on WiFi broadband in a rental model. Something that's been the logical next step for awhile.
Actors have been stepping out and looking at their own production companies for a while now. Some are doing it profitably, running real businesses and getting good scripts for themselves. For others it's just a vanity thing. But they're no longer behind an iron wall. With a little diligence, you can get to people.
The Money remained the hurdle. Unless you could find a group of dentists who wanted to be part of a glamourous Hollywood deal (and they're out there, those dentists) you were kinda screwed.
Enter IndieGoGo, which I've just read about. If this link times out, it went to a Reuters site. I don't know if they have Permalink.
Killer conceptual execution, a very graceful and well-written website. I prowled this little beauty today and threw up a couple things to hold my place while I try to think of how I wanted to use it. There was a group called "Inktip" a few years ago- I put my rom-com up there, some guy asked to see it, and "passed." Very strange to find a novel was "written" by someone in his state a year after that script had gone out, with one word changed in the title and a plot and subplot exactly like mine, except clunky where they changed some details.
The point is, keep your material and find your own money and actors. That's what most real creative types have always wanted anyway. Now with HD cameras, you can. But check out this site and see if it, or others that will likely spring up to copy it, work for you.
Job Interview
You looked me in the eye
And said Why
Do you want this job so I
Had to tell you I thought I’d be the best
Because of my experience
And we did a little dance
With words and phrases hence
When the other guy tried to get a word in edgewise we’d let him sometimes
I tried to tell my story and not to showboat or brag
It wasn’t too often that there would be a lag
I’d like to think I had it in the bag
But you’re seeing more people all this weekend
You said you’d let me know next week
Would it be pushy if we speak
In the meantime about something completely geek
You liked too, that was part of MacWorld’s webcast
You gave me the nicest smile
Even for Portland, nicer than I’ve seen in a while
Like you actually liked me
And thought I’d be a good employee and I think I would be
It’s hard to know just what to say
And sucks that there’s this damn delay
Be better to know what’s up today
So I can get on with things
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Still Sayin' Sprint is #1
Update: I heard the news today oh boy...
Yet another wonderful customer service experience with Sprint the other night. I like being their customer...
Ace Sprint Girl Detective Novagirl has sleuthed out the answers, and quite kindly and charmingly, too. Wish I had an email address to write back to her... You've saved me. Thank you very much.
Sprint's the best, you guys. Try talking to these people instead of going in mad at your boss and loaded for bear.
These people take this sort of job because they like people and like talking to them. Let em be nice to you.
It'll change your day, I promise you.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Improv Everywhere- PDX No Pants 2k8 on Saturday
Looking at the Improv Everywhere website
The most interesting thing here is the Comments following the performances are delighted and wistful, begging the "group" to "come" perform in their city. What never occurrs to the majority of the posters is they are the group. They only need to activate themselves.
Maybe that's changed of late, with the groups forming to create this work. No Pants.
Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if Portland invented this urban performance art to begin with.
Keep Portland Weird!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Bad Date
I've identified the hardest part of a bad date...
It's the moment that I realize I'm not going to get to hear the rest of the person's story. Their life will go on, but I won't know what will happen. What about the job? What about the person their heart called out to, who didn't answer? How did the project turn out? I'm invested in these stories, but there's no room for me to remain. And we both know it as I buy my own Voodoo Doughut: 99 cents you don't want to spend. An honest and clean hurt; the date invitation withdrawn and morphed into "hanging out." It's OK.
There's the unloved and lonely walk home in the cold night at the small-numbered hour, as it starts to rain just like in the movies.
Turns out it's harder than it looks to be in a movie.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Forget Britney- Read This
Glenn Greenwald's article on Salon.com, and the Letters in response.
Image, link and article are copyrights of Salon.com
Why isn't this all over the other media outlets?
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
New Year's in Portland
My, there was sickness in abundance on the streets last night. Now's when we could use a good rain, I'll bet.
I would liked to have spent the early evening walking around downtown and people-watching, but took my Tri-Met limo (aka bus) and didn't make the scene until about 10:30. The long lines outside then prompted me to land Somewhere Inside Where It Was Warm.
What a blast. Portland, you throw a nice party.
I spent the first hour or so trying to remember how to act in a club. I never went out in LA. The velvet rope thing is so wearing and it's everywhere that has decent music. So being out -or more accurately, being let in- on a New Year's Eve was pretty cool.
My very favorite thing about Portland is what I call "the Portland smile" which you lovely people seem to have for everyone you make eye contact with. Even hammered, you goofy lovely things. I'm often struck by how similar the PDX vibe feels to my actual hometown, which is back in Alaska- but I don't remember us *smiling* at each other like people do here. Probly because we were too drunk.
Anyway, the good times started after I finally got into the formerly sold-out Prince v Michael Jackson dance fever event. Danced myself into a joyous frenzy in the forgiving crowd.
Ah, the native Portland man, such a gentleman. Met one who saw to it I went home in a cab, rather than the arctic wait for Tri-Met I'd steeled myself for. And you PDX ladies looking fine in your sparkly little party dresses: god love ya for your verve, though I was freezing just looking at you. 
The topper was the early-evening scene on Broadway with a pretty bride and her wedding party getting some very glamorous photos taken in the street in front of the Theatre. Please baby Jesus, let my punk digital camera's flash have caught something of that... I join all the delighted smiles and honking horns of the people in the area in sending Best wishes to that couple.
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