We did the six bridge pedal today. Actually, it was the bridge pedal, stop and walk and then stop again. On some of the bridges the crowds were so thick that it was not possible to stay on the bicycle, we had to get off and walk. But the views were fantastic. Apparently somewhere in the neighborhood of 20,000 people participated. Next year, assuming we’re here, we’ll do the ten bridge version and avoid the crowds.
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Rob and I went to Laurelhurst Park for an open air screening of Casablanca. We packed a picnic dinner and listened to our friend Mick Doherty and his group the Cascadia String Quartet, as they played before the movie.
Marlene and Peter sent us the nesting glass bowls that I coveted! Their excuse is that it’s a wedding present, despite the fact that Rob and I got married over three years ago.
Such kindness, and I really needed a pick-me-up after the battle with Mr. Uh-uh today. That and the increasing awareness that there’s no way we’ll get the set finished.
On the upside, I did finish the Lessons Learned project. Whew.
Sorry, I’ve been meaning to post the rest of the modeling shots since Monday. These, plus the ones I posted earlier, are apparently the ones that agencies purchased. Who knows what publications we’ll start turning up in.
This is the one we sent to our folks.
According to Sue, owner of Lessons Learned, the folks she was pitching to really liked the concept. Which means my popups and cards were successful. She has to go out of town this week, so we won’t start working on it until Monday and the pilot workshop is a week from Friday. Yoicks.
I went to the WRW Writers’ On-the-air Workshop again last night, but need to get my hiney in gear and finish my script. It won’t be one of the ones worked on this time round, but it’s nice to have a deadline to work toward.
Rob and I both have tomorrow off. Hurrah!
I worked for the first time in about a year for the Portland Spirit. I wasn’t on the Spirit itself, but on the Willamette Star, which is one of the small boats in the fleet. I was a waitress for an Eastern Orthodox wedding reception. It was a long, exhausting day in no small part because everyone spoke Russian. It gave me a small taste of what it will be like to work in a foreign country.
I came home and Rob rubbed my poor, tired feet. I actually fell completely asleep while he was massaging them.
Sarah, Jodi, Sam and I hung around in Greenwich Village and the East Village for most of the afternoon. We took Sarah to Pizza in a real NYC pizza joint (recommended by a native) and then to have a canoli. Good fun.
As I was heading back up to catch the train for Katonah, I had a bit of time to kill so I stopped in Union Square and wrote for a bit. When it started to rain, I decided that it was time to catch the subway, so I headed down to catch the 4,5,6. There was a huge crowd on the overpass looking down at the platform. As I came up, three cops came running flat out and yelling “outta the way!” It turns out that someone had been hit by the subway. I didn’t see much, although it was hard not to rubber-neck like the rest of the crowd. There’s something about an accident that just pulls ones attention. I don’t know why. It’s not like I wanted to see a tragedy, but there seems to be something hardwired in to turn and look at accidents.
They carried him out on a stretcher, so I think he was still alive.
I went with Jodi, Sam, Sarah and Jonathan to a Independence Day party on a rooftop terrace on Broadway and Chambers, overlooking town hall. We were level with the fireworks. When they began it was really amazing, but quickly became comic. Because we were so far off the ground, we wound up getting all the smoke from the fireworks, so we frequently couldn’t actually see them, just muli-colored clouds of smoke.
It was still fun.
Well, Other Hand Productions now has a new front page to replace the one eaten by nasty computer code. I will slowly redo the remaining pages on the website to match the new aesthetic, which I like better. So, there is a silver lining.
Meanwhile, my computer came back from the shop today. Interestingly, when it left here it had a purple stripe on the screen and the dvd/cd-rw drive wouldn’t work but besides that was fine. When it returned from the repair shop, the purple stripe was gone, but Windows won’t start. After spending several hours on the phone with various members of tech support, I finally gave in and decided to use the Recovery CD. Apparently, recovery in this context means that it covers your existing data, as in overwrites it, thus wiping it. You understand that it was a big step to decide to do this.
But, there’s a hitch. The dvd/cd-rw still doesn’t work. Which means that I can’t do anything with the computer. I am not having a good technology week.
On Saturday Rob and I went to the farmer’s market. Amoung the other delightful organic produce, we picked up two globe artichokes. I’m enjoying one of them for a snack right now. I’ve got a mandarin orange olive oil that I’m dipping the leaves in, leftover from Iron Chef: Citrus Battle. Life is good.
As a change, I thought I’d share a letter from my dad about my folks recent trip to London to visit my brother, Steve.
London May-June 2005 highlights.
We arrived on Saturday morning and Steve was visiting with Josh out at the airport so we just hung out at SteveÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s place and did some housecleaning and took a nap.
Steve came home around 10 or 11 pm and I was watching a cricket match on TV and he got all upset that I would do something so un-American in his house.
Sunday we just went pub hopping and looked for an Irish session that I had found out about on the internet. We found it at the Porterhouse pub and it was wonderful indeed. They told me of another one (with roughly the same people) that was happening on Thursday at a pub named the Ã¢â‚¬Å“Narrowboat.Ã¢â‚¬? The days run together even while they are happening, so to look back at them is a mess. One evening Marilyn found a police line and a lot of well dressed people (tux and fancy gowns) arriving at the Royal Opera House so she staked herself out there to see who might show up that was famous. It turned out that it was the Centennial celebration for the Chelsea football club and these were old timers showing up.
I think Tuesday night we went to see Ã¢â‚¬Å“The ProducersÃ¢â‚¬? and it was a hoot. The accountantÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice got tired in the last scene or two, but other than that it was fabulous.
Tuesday we took a day tour of Oxford, Stratford and Warwick. The tour guide was wonderful and talked a blue streak the whole way to Oxford and then had the gall to say that the tour guide we would pick up in Oxford would be really talkative. She was certainly that, but just couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hold a candle to him if there were a contest for being talkative. Oxford had lots of places where Harry Potter was filmed.
We also visited some other Harry Potter locations on Wednesday. Stratford on the Avon was a quaint town, and ShakespeareÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s birthplace was restored and made into a museum. It is not where he wrote his plays as it was really his fatherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s house. He lived somewhere else in town but since he was a contemporary, nobody thought it worth saving apparently.
Then we went to Warwick castle, the best preserved medieval castle in all of England. This is the place to take children (like me). There were walls and towers and dungeons and torture chambers and a power plant where they installed their own electric generator in 1900 keeping up with the times. It is owned by some entertainment company that has a famous wax museum in London so the state rooms had appropriate wax figures in them.
On Wednesday we went to Bath and some little town I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember the name of, but which is owned by the historic trust. It is something like Williamsburg, except older. You are only allowed to move into the town if you had a grandparent that lived there. This is where some Harry Potter scenes were shot. We finished up the day by going to Stonehenge. The tour guide for this trip was not nearly as good as the one on the day previous, but he was still good enough. Bath was the highlight of this day trip.
On Thursday, Steve had to work so instead of going out to see the sights of London, we cleaned house again. Thursday night we went out to find the Narrowboat and the session. We found it and except for it being so far from SteveÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s place, it was my favorite pub of them all. Of course the experience was enhanced for me because the fiddler let me play her fiddle for several tunes.
The Narrowboat was the 101st pub that Steve has visited since he has been in London. He is not counting a second visit to a pub in his count.
That doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t look like we did as much as it felt like we did so IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve probably left out something really important. Ask your mother and Steve to fill in the missing parts.
We only did Act I today. I think I’ve mentioned that this is a summer music camp, and these kids can sing. Wow, do they have good voices. Granted, there are some in the chorus who should really just mouth the words, but all the leads are outstanding.
Pod #3, although it shows the signs of age, is a lot of fun to work. It’s lighter than any Pod 3 I’ve used, including my own. On the other hand, it’s also more airtight than any I’ve used before, so I’m breathing pretty hard by the end of “Get it.” It was the first time these folks have seen me perform and they were cheering in the house when I started going. That was nice. Tomorrow we’ll do act II and I’ll be back in the bruiser.
I got up at 5:00 this morning and Rob drove me to the airport for my 6:45 flight. The poor guy has an awful head cold. It started coming on yesterday and is in full swing now. Hopefully I’ll survive this trip without catching it.
During boarding in Portland, they sent me back to Security because I had SSSS (Special Security Screening Selectee) on my ticket but none of the TSA people noticed it. So I didn’t have the stamp on my ticket that said I’d been screened. I hurried back to Security and let them go through my carry-on bag and wave their magic wand at me. It seemed a little silly, since by that point I could have done whatever SSSS is supposed to catch.
We had a good view of Mount St. Helens on the trip up, with a nice clear plume of smoke. Sorry the photo isn’t very good, you’ll have to take my word on it. It was impressive.
Rob has introduced me to an older British series called Danger UXB about a WWII bomb disposal squad. It’s quite good, but I think the main reason he likes it is because the main character drives an MG-TD. Every time the car comes on screen, Rob sits forward and holds his hand to his chest as if he could quiet his heart so he could hear the MG without distraction.
I spent a fair portion of the day practising in front of the camera. It’s not particuarly fun, because there’s no one to interact with…it’s more like doing etudes. I turn the camera on, hook it up to the TV so I can have a monitor and then practise running the puppet back and forth. I work on lipsync and focus and then more running back and forth. I do a little dancing to work out more fluid movement. It’s fairly dull for me, but I’m sure it’s interesting to the people who walk by our house.