Brinks? Security?
Nov. 30th, 2008 01:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueCiro and I have spent most of the Thanksgiving weekend painting and sound editing, respectively. We are On Deadline. I am also trying to cram in a book review. I am wearing a scarf and hiking socks, because it seems to me that the world is very cold. Ciro is wearing a t-shirt, so this may be a sign that my two-week-ongoing head cold is edging toward fever*. More likely, I am cold because I am always cold.
My cousin Scarlett held Thanksgiving this year, and it involved things like shallot-infused butter, artichoke hearts, pea and pesto soup (courtesy of Brent), and bleu cheese in the mashed potatoes. My sole contribution was a bottle of sherry, which turned against me when I took a sip from someone else's glass at four in the morning, expecting it to be water. Boggle was played, but in honor of the festivities, we upgraded to Boggle Master. We are fancy lads.
I've had a series of meetings with representatives of the Dallas Museum of Art, who have been pursuing me rather than the other way around, which is exciting and crazy. It's also given me ample excuses to revisit the Olafur Eliason installation, which is incredible, especially if you are the sort of person who spends a lot of time thinking about perception and light. In addition, I've been able to leverage all of this in negotiations with Whole Foods, where I am trying to get approval to shoot a film about Chad. It's all going slowly. I have time.
Otherwise, life is mainly a matter of waiting to hear back from various film festivals and poetry magazines, and trying to scrape enough money together as a freelance writer to pay my bills next month. Which is surprisingly less difficult than getting a seasonal job in the current climate.
I didn't think it could happen, but I'm getting tired of tea. Stupid cold.
*There is no point seeing a doctor about this, as it is clearly a virus and relatively low grade. I wish I could take a pill instead of sleeping as much as I'm sleeping.
My cousin Scarlett held Thanksgiving this year, and it involved things like shallot-infused butter, artichoke hearts, pea and pesto soup (courtesy of Brent), and bleu cheese in the mashed potatoes. My sole contribution was a bottle of sherry, which turned against me when I took a sip from someone else's glass at four in the morning, expecting it to be water. Boggle was played, but in honor of the festivities, we upgraded to Boggle Master. We are fancy lads.
I've had a series of meetings with representatives of the Dallas Museum of Art, who have been pursuing me rather than the other way around, which is exciting and crazy. It's also given me ample excuses to revisit the Olafur Eliason installation, which is incredible, especially if you are the sort of person who spends a lot of time thinking about perception and light. In addition, I've been able to leverage all of this in negotiations with Whole Foods, where I am trying to get approval to shoot a film about Chad. It's all going slowly. I have time.
Otherwise, life is mainly a matter of waiting to hear back from various film festivals and poetry magazines, and trying to scrape enough money together as a freelance writer to pay my bills next month. Which is surprisingly less difficult than getting a seasonal job in the current climate.
I didn't think it could happen, but I'm getting tired of tea. Stupid cold.
*There is no point seeing a doctor about this, as it is clearly a virus and relatively low grade. I wish I could take a pill instead of sleeping as much as I'm sleeping.
