Daddy-daughter date. I took Silvi to see Horton Hears a Who last night and we actually made it through 90% of a movie before racing for the bathroom. I was enjoying the film, an unexpected pleasure, but couldn't talk Silvi into returning for the final 10-minutes. I had promised a visit to the playground afterwards, and, well, Horton can fend for himself when there's a new slide to conquer.
We sat in the same row with two guys who were in their late teens. I kept thinking that it was weird for a couple of older guys to choose this film until I realized that one of them had Down syndrome. I don't know if the other guy was his brother or a caregiver, but I couldn't help thinking about Silvi being in his place when Ian grows up.
To tell the truth, it angered me. I was angry that Silvi won't be able to share films with Ian that are more age appropriate. Won't be able to share in the subtleties and nuance of character development and the richness of intricate plots.
Horton heard a Who, Silvi had to poo and daddy sulked "Boo, hoo."
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
"Earlier is better"
I'd never heard of the company Sequenom before reading about it on Waldenhouse. They are developing genetic tests that will allow detection of Down syndrome without invasive amniocentesis testing. Their preliminary tests (using simple blood samples drawn from volunteers at various Planned Parenthood branches in the US and abroad) have yielded results that are 100% successful in detecting Trisomy 21. And their stock is "soaring."
I registered and listened to a conference they presented to potential investors last week in Vancouver. (You can find it here. It's nearly two hours long and academic, but very interesting.) The "Holy Grail," as one presenter called it, is finding a non-invasive procedure for detecting Down syndrome "in the first trimester."
Why is detection in the first trimester so important? I won't state the obvious. Another presenter said that "earlier screening and diagnosis is better for the family." He re-emphasized that he thinks these tests will soon be successful during the first trimester and stated that "earlier is better."
Genetic research is an extraordinary field, full of promise. But it is not value-neutral. "Earlier is better" is a value-laden statement. There's part of me that wants to applaud a non-invasive detection method that is as simple as drawing the mother's blood. But there's a bigger part of me that dreads what I know it will mean for the future.
I registered and listened to a conference they presented to potential investors last week in Vancouver. (You can find it here. It's nearly two hours long and academic, but very interesting.) The "Holy Grail," as one presenter called it, is finding a non-invasive procedure for detecting Down syndrome "in the first trimester."
Why is detection in the first trimester so important? I won't state the obvious. Another presenter said that "earlier screening and diagnosis is better for the family." He re-emphasized that he thinks these tests will soon be successful during the first trimester and stated that "earlier is better."
Genetic research is an extraordinary field, full of promise. But it is not value-neutral. "Earlier is better" is a value-laden statement. There's part of me that wants to applaud a non-invasive detection method that is as simple as drawing the mother's blood. But there's a bigger part of me that dreads what I know it will mean for the future.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Websites for toddlers
When Silvi was 18-months-old, she started mimicing what I did on the computer. It didn't take much coaching for her to learn to navigate to the sites I bookmarked for her on the tool bar. In addition to PBS Kids, my two favorite sites are Poisson Rouge and the BBC's CBeebies. Poisson Rouge is an excellent place for toddlers to learn to use the computer mouse. And children of all ages will love the CBeebies Charlie and Lola, especially the fun story I'm Not Sleepy and I Will Not Go To Bed.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
The car
This past Sunday was our first "real" summer day. Eighty and sunny. We drove over to St. Paul for their annual Grand Old Days celebration, a block party with food vendors, live music, art and things for the kids to do, such as pony rides, inflatable slides and a petting zoo.
Going anywhere with Silvi has become a challenge lately. She behaves well once we arrive at our destination, but the whole "getting out the door, walking to the car, buckling up" is frequently a traumatic event for the whole family.
Getting dressed is a game of chase. And there is the choice of shorts or a "flip" dress. (A "flip" dress is a dress that "flips" out in a nice circle when Silvi twirls. The higher the dress "flips," the more likely she is to approve of it.) Then, of course, are the decisions whether to take her doll, backpack or both. Sandals or tennis shoes. Socks or no socks.
Ian is easy.
Once outside, it's a game of tag. Or looking at ants, smelling flowers or crawling into "daddy's side" of the car. Squirm, squiggle, scream. Squirm, squiggle, scream.
Once we finally pull out of the driveway, her favorite game is to ask "Why?" Over and over. I've started answering, "Chicken pot pie."
The event in St. Paul was too hot, the lines too long, the food too expensive, the crowds too thick. Silvi had a blast.
Until it was time to go back to the car.
Going anywhere with Silvi has become a challenge lately. She behaves well once we arrive at our destination, but the whole "getting out the door, walking to the car, buckling up" is frequently a traumatic event for the whole family.
Getting dressed is a game of chase. And there is the choice of shorts or a "flip" dress. (A "flip" dress is a dress that "flips" out in a nice circle when Silvi twirls. The higher the dress "flips," the more likely she is to approve of it.) Then, of course, are the decisions whether to take her doll, backpack or both. Sandals or tennis shoes. Socks or no socks.
Ian is easy.
Once outside, it's a game of tag. Or looking at ants, smelling flowers or crawling into "daddy's side" of the car. Squirm, squiggle, scream. Squirm, squiggle, scream.
Once we finally pull out of the driveway, her favorite game is to ask "Why?" Over and over. I've started answering, "Chicken pot pie."
The event in St. Paul was too hot, the lines too long, the food too expensive, the crowds too thick. Silvi had a blast.
Until it was time to go back to the car.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Training
Yesterday I spent the day in the cocoon of a video shoot. The outside world fades as all our attention is focused on getting the shots on the script before the talent has to leave. We had no crew to speak of, just my boss and me. Another training video.
Annie trained Silvi to use the toilet with M&M bribes. It worked stupendously. A few days ago while we were at the park, Silvi got a faraway look in her eyes, then sprinted toward the bathroom without taking a look back to see if I was following her, which I was.
Ian, it seems, will be crawling any day now. He is able to get up on all fours and rock his way backward. We are much more careful now about leaving him on our bed alone.
It seems we are all involved in some kind of learning - training - these days. I have been teaching myself 3D animation during down time at work with the hopes of using it in an upcoming project. It's comforting to be able to create a world that responds to all the instructions I give it. Control... the ultimate elixir.
Annie trained Silvi to use the toilet with M&M bribes. It worked stupendously. A few days ago while we were at the park, Silvi got a faraway look in her eyes, then sprinted toward the bathroom without taking a look back to see if I was following her, which I was.
Ian, it seems, will be crawling any day now. He is able to get up on all fours and rock his way backward. We are much more careful now about leaving him on our bed alone.
It seems we are all involved in some kind of learning - training - these days. I have been teaching myself 3D animation during down time at work with the hopes of using it in an upcoming project. It's comforting to be able to create a world that responds to all the instructions I give it. Control... the ultimate elixir.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Creativity and fear
It's a rain delay at the French Open. Nadal is up two sets. If you've never had a chance to watch him play on clay, it's the surface that brings out his most creative moves. He's known as the "King of Clay."
I've been thinking a lot about creativity lately. Came across this article from Scientific American called "How to Unleash Your Creativity." Fear is almost always at the root of the loss of creativity. The fear of looking foolish, of failure (or of success), the fear of committing oneself to a course of action. The fear of limits.
What makes someone like Nadal be able to succeed and fail in front of millions of people, week after week? I'm going to go back and see if the rain delay is over, and perhaps I'll come closer to finding out.
Updated: Nadal soundly beat Nicolas Devilder of France in three straight sets. Something the commentator said about Nadal made me think of this post. He talked about how Nadal is "relentless" during each point. I'm pretty sure that this unwillingness to relent is key in succeeding creatively as well. Another thing that stood out during the match, this time concerning Devilder, is the aspect of hope. After not winning a game in nearly three sets, Devilder finally won one right before the end of the match. He broke out with a huge smile, and his final game was recharged, if short.
Relentlessness and hope. Two partners in continued and fruitful creativity.
I've been thinking a lot about creativity lately. Came across this article from Scientific American called "How to Unleash Your Creativity." Fear is almost always at the root of the loss of creativity. The fear of looking foolish, of failure (or of success), the fear of committing oneself to a course of action. The fear of limits.
What makes someone like Nadal be able to succeed and fail in front of millions of people, week after week? I'm going to go back and see if the rain delay is over, and perhaps I'll come closer to finding out.
Updated: Nadal soundly beat Nicolas Devilder of France in three straight sets. Something the commentator said about Nadal made me think of this post. He talked about how Nadal is "relentless" during each point. I'm pretty sure that this unwillingness to relent is key in succeeding creatively as well. Another thing that stood out during the match, this time concerning Devilder, is the aspect of hope. After not winning a game in nearly three sets, Devilder finally won one right before the end of the match. He broke out with a huge smile, and his final game was recharged, if short.
Relentlessness and hope. Two partners in continued and fruitful creativity.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I Surf, Therefore I Am
I got Peter Kreeft's latest book in the mail yesterday, and, even though I'm only 10 pages into it, know it's going to be a classic. A short description:This is the first book about surfing ever written by a philosopher. The author, a 70-year-old surfanatic, has been Professor of Philosophy at Boston College for over 40 years and has written 50 other books on philosophy, religion, and culture. But compared to this one, the others are nothing but straw.
It gives ten compelling existential reasons why everyone should surf: reasons from the great philosophers: Moses, Buddha, Confucius, Lao Tzu, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Jesus, Machiavelli, Freud, and George Morey. It explains how surfing is the easiest and most delightful way in the world to attain what you most deeply long for, for it can make you good, mystical, peaceful, wise, heavenly, happy, sexy, and even rich.
It also contains a manifesto defending bodyboarding as true surfing, not “sponging,” and a short handbook of seven practical lessons for beginners in this noble art. The book is suffused with the offbeat and unpredictable humor that characterizes both the sea herself and those who have fallen in love with her.
French Open 2008
For all you without cable or stuck at a desk all day (like me), The Tennis Channel is streaming the French Open for free (you just have to register your email). I'm pulling for Rafael Nadal over Roger Federer (although Novak Djokovic is looking good this year). And I'm predicting Jelena Jankovic against Maria Sharapova for the women's finals. Should be some epic matches.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Tagged
I got tagged by Livia the Great over in Switzerland (who I am deeply jealous of because she got to go here). Thought I'd better jump on it right away before my day consumes me with a stack of video tapes to shuffle through.
What was I doing 10 years ago?
Living at the foot of Pike's Peak in Colorado, married for four years to my soulmate Annie, eating all my sister's food, eating all my parent's food, making unbearably boring educational videos. (Wait, that's what I'm doing today.)
Five things on my "to-do" list today
1. Digitize a plethora of video tapes
2. Finish editing a video to be shown on Saturday.
3. Discover my life's purpose over lunch hour down at the bookstore.
4. Put gas in the car and check the oil.
5. Put away half of the books on my bedside table that threaten to bury me in the night.
Bad Habits
Procrastinate, overeat, forget to check the oil for weeks at a time, daydream during important meetings, leave my clothes on the floor until they stick there, pass the buck when scolded for not remembering important information during meeting, share too much about myself too quickly, retreat into cave for long periods at a time, tend to focus on my bad habits too much.
Five places I've lived
1. Bolivia, South America
2. West Palm Beach, South Florida
3. Columbia, South Carolina
4. Seattle
5. Chicago
Five jobs I've had
1. Hardware store sales
2. Scuba diving equipment sales
3. Chuck E. Cheese pizza maker and mouse
4. Assembly line worker
5. Landscaping crew member
If you find yourself tagged with one of these lists, drop me a line so I can pop over.
What was I doing 10 years ago?
Living at the foot of Pike's Peak in Colorado, married for four years to my soulmate Annie, eating all my sister's food, eating all my parent's food, making unbearably boring educational videos. (Wait, that's what I'm doing today.)
Five things on my "to-do" list today
1. Digitize a plethora of video tapes
2. Finish editing a video to be shown on Saturday.
3. Discover my life's purpose over lunch hour down at the bookstore.
4. Put gas in the car and check the oil.
5. Put away half of the books on my bedside table that threaten to bury me in the night.
Bad Habits
Procrastinate, overeat, forget to check the oil for weeks at a time, daydream during important meetings, leave my clothes on the floor until they stick there, pass the buck when scolded for not remembering important information during meeting, share too much about myself too quickly, retreat into cave for long periods at a time, tend to focus on my bad habits too much.
Five places I've lived
1. Bolivia, South America
2. West Palm Beach, South Florida
3. Columbia, South Carolina
4. Seattle
5. Chicago
Five jobs I've had
1. Hardware store sales
2. Scuba diving equipment sales
3. Chuck E. Cheese pizza maker and mouse
4. Assembly line worker
5. Landscaping crew member
If you find yourself tagged with one of these lists, drop me a line so I can pop over.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Belated Pics
"I can especially relate with Van Gogh. Based on his furious brushstrokes, he must have thrown a lot of temper tantrums." 
"If I've learned one thing in my three years, it's that the harder I blow, the more spit I generate, and the more cake I get."
"Someone mentioned something about swinging? Put down the camera, Mom. "
"If I've learned one thing in my three years, it's that the harder I blow, the more spit I generate, and the more cake I get."
"Someone mentioned something about swinging? Put down the camera, Mom. "
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Milestone
A few days ago, Ian began clapping. While in his swing, in his exersaucer, sitting on my lap. A wonderful accomplishment in and of itself, but not the milestone that gives me great hope for my little boy.
Two nights ago, as I was lying in bed watching a repeat of 30 Rock on hulu with Ian - perched on my all-too-comfortable belly - I asked him to give me a clap during a commercial break. I nearly fell off the bed when he did! To make sure it wasn't a coincidence, I asked him to do it again, and again, and again. Then I distracted him with something else, waited a few minutes, then said, "Ian, give me a clap."
Clap, clap and clap.
Our first "conversation."
I must have really made a big deal about the clapping because yesterday when I walked in the door from work, the first thing he did was to clap and give me a look that seemed to say, "Hey dad, here's another one of those claps you were diggin' last night."
Two nights ago, as I was lying in bed watching a repeat of 30 Rock on hulu with Ian - perched on my all-too-comfortable belly - I asked him to give me a clap during a commercial break. I nearly fell off the bed when he did! To make sure it wasn't a coincidence, I asked him to do it again, and again, and again. Then I distracted him with something else, waited a few minutes, then said, "Ian, give me a clap."
Clap, clap and clap.
Our first "conversation."
I must have really made a big deal about the clapping because yesterday when I walked in the door from work, the first thing he did was to clap and give me a look that seemed to say, "Hey dad, here's another one of those claps you were diggin' last night."
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Special Needs Parent
My interview with Special Needs Parent was posted today if you'd like to read it. Thanks, Michele, for all the work you're doing helping kids with disabilities and their parents.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Date with Silvi
Ian met with his PT and teacher today. He's doing phenomenal with his motor skills and is at about a six-month-old level as far as his speech is concerned (he's eight months old this week). He may be falling a bit behind there, but wow, can he ever suck on his big toe, which is more than his pop can do.Even though I had the whole weekend off of work for once, I still had to put in twelve hours today. I realized that all this overtime has been a little hard on Silvi, especially when I got a call from her at 6:30 this morning, crying because I wasn't home when she got up. So tonight was one of our date nights. She and I were planning to head back to our favorite spot, the Global Market, but she decided that a ride on the merry-go-round at the Mall of America was in order. Food Network guru Alton Brown was there signing his book for a few hundred fans, but we opted for a quick plate of greasy Chinese food followed by a carousel ride atop a broken plastic horse. But Silvi was thrilled, which is more than can said for the merry-go-round operator. I don't blame him, because really, how many times can you tell people not to step off of the moving ride before you want to run screaming from the mall with a hand full of arcade tokens and a bag of day old cotton candy?
Even though I usually try to make it home by diner each night, which often means being at work before the rooster crows, I'm still pretty shot when I pull into the driveway at night. I hate how work saps the best part of me. I remember reading a quote somewhere that when a parent gets home after work that their children receive only their temperament, not their teaching. Anyway, it's probably the lack of sleep that's got me quoting writers who get to sit around all day and imagine what it's like to have a real job. No offence if you're a writer. I'm just jealous.
I hope Silvi remembers these little date nights. They're usually the highlight of my week. That, and watching Ian suck his toe.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sufferin’ succotash
Talking about how busy you are at work is about as interesting as talking about the weather, but, man, I'm wiped! It's been six super stressful, seditious, sorrowful and scandalous sets of seven days. I'm going to do nothing this weekend but engage in severe amounts of sedentary, succulent sleep. Sheesh!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The Pope and Down syndrome
I am not a Catholic and know very little about Pope Benedict XVI, but came across the following while reading up about his visit to the US:
It may be worth noting that Joseph Ratzinger had personal experience of the Nazi approach to "rejects." A cousin with Down's Syndrome, who in 1941 was 14 years old, just a few months younger than Ratzinger himself, was taken away by the Nazi authorities for "therapy." Not long afterwards, the family received word that he was dead, presumably one of the "undesirables" eliminated during that time.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Twenty-four little hours
I'm putting in a 24-hour day today - continuous, that is. It started at 4am and, judging by how long it's taking to burn these DVD's here at the office, I'll be heading home around 4am. Back at 8am for a showing. Gotta love this industry.
I did, however, take a few hours away to walk to the lake on this awesome Spring evening with Annie and the kids. So many dogs to pet, swings to test, train tracks to... pretend a girl monster is coming around the corner? All righty then.
I've still got my winter legs - pasty white and as weak as Keanu Reeves' acting in Much Ado About Nothing. Time to break (hopefully not literally) out the skateboard, I suppose. Fat, long-haired 40-year-old on a longboard. You will NOT see that picture on this site.
Did my taxes a few minutes ago online to the sound of dentist drills burning to DVD. Not recommended. Hope I didn't forget to carry the 1; happy tax day.
Update: It's 4:06am. Do you know where your video editor is?
I did, however, take a few hours away to walk to the lake on this awesome Spring evening with Annie and the kids. So many dogs to pet, swings to test, train tracks to... pretend a girl monster is coming around the corner? All righty then.
I've still got my winter legs - pasty white and as weak as Keanu Reeves' acting in Much Ado About Nothing. Time to break (hopefully not literally) out the skateboard, I suppose. Fat, long-haired 40-year-old on a longboard. You will NOT see that picture on this site.
Did my taxes a few minutes ago online to the sound of dentist drills burning to DVD. Not recommended. Hope I didn't forget to carry the 1; happy tax day.
Update: It's 4:06am. Do you know where your video editor is?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Imagination
This is my first experience with raising a three-year-old, so there are many new wonders for me to absorb. One of them is imagination; Silvi's imaginary life is in full bloom, and I've got to say, it's more fun than chewing Hubba Bubba watermelon gum on a hot summer day.
She's constantly inviting - demanding - me to join her on her magic (towel) carpet for a ride above the trees or to hide from the beast or to sword fight against said beast, which isn't such a bad beast after all. "Would you like a cup of tea, beast?" When she's scared, like when we go into the dark laundry room, she covers her eyes with both hands as if that will somehow provide a protective shield around her.
We read to her, tell her stories and she loves scary movies that I probably shouldn't let her watch. Like the dragon fight scene (and only this scene) in Beowulf. (And I'm not that bad of a parent; I watched it first and remembered the parts to fast-forward through. No head-biting, heart-ripping or dismemberment's for my little girl. Not till she's four.)
Silvi turns three on Friday. I wonder where she'll take me this year.
She's constantly inviting - demanding - me to join her on her magic (towel) carpet for a ride above the trees or to hide from the beast or to sword fight against said beast, which isn't such a bad beast after all. "Would you like a cup of tea, beast?" When she's scared, like when we go into the dark laundry room, she covers her eyes with both hands as if that will somehow provide a protective shield around her.
We read to her, tell her stories and she loves scary movies that I probably shouldn't let her watch. Like the dragon fight scene (and only this scene) in Beowulf. (And I'm not that bad of a parent; I watched it first and remembered the parts to fast-forward through. No head-biting, heart-ripping or dismemberment's for my little girl. Not till she's four.)
Silvi turns three on Friday. I wonder where she'll take me this year.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Walk the line
Rainy day yesterday. Silvi and I went out for breakfast together while Annie and Ian chilled out; Annie's chin deep into a Murder She Wrote marathon on Netflix Instant Viewing. I spent much of the weekend revamping my business website, making it more corporate (gack) and minimalist. A bit embarrassed by the *yawn* booooring videos I've put up as samples, but - that's all I's gots.
Also embarrassed by the cheesy Christian videos up there, but again... Man, I've made a lot of crap over the years. Sold out to the man. That's part of the reason I've started my own company, to create videos that I can be proud of and that won't come with a warning to not watch my videos late at night or before operating heavy machinery.
Lately, I've been working with a corporation on the side that is paying enough for me to invest some of the extra money into my own projects, which is pretty stinkin' exciting. (Thanks, Jim, for throwing the business my way.) I'm looking around for a writer for my philosophy video series; need to find someone who can walk the line between curriculum and documentary. So if you know anyone...
Speaking of walking the line, I'm delving into two books in my attempt to better understand, know, learn about, comprehend, find, discover what Jesus was like, who he was/is, etc. One book was written by an atheist, Jose Saramago and the other by an evangelical Phillip Keller. When Saramago, who wrote the killer book Blindness, published his novel - The Gospel According to Jesus Christ - it was renounced as heretical by almost everyone, Protestant and Catholic alike. Not hard to see why, since, according to Saramago, Joseph was the real daddy.
Keller, best known for his classics A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23 and Lessons from a Sheepdog, is no doubt a fine writer, and more accurately reflects my own beliefs concerning these events, but, man, some of his book on the life of Jesus that I'm reading - Rabboni - is just downright cheesy. Stuffed crust cheesy. He's got Mary and Joseph sneaking lovey-dovey looks at each other, Mary not complaining (why add this interpretation) about riding - pregnant - on a donkey across the desert, Joseph a strapping tanned young man, etc.
That's why I have to read Saramago, a brilliant writer, in the other hand, to balance the story out. Same goes for a lot of other stories or books I read: If I'm holding Kierkegaard in one hand, the other hand's got Nietzsche.
Of course, I'm defaulting back to the original stories recorded by the Jewish writers of old to give me sure footing on this path, walking the line, struggling along the narrow ridge.
Also embarrassed by the cheesy Christian videos up there, but again... Man, I've made a lot of crap over the years. Sold out to the man. That's part of the reason I've started my own company, to create videos that I can be proud of and that won't come with a warning to not watch my videos late at night or before operating heavy machinery.
Lately, I've been working with a corporation on the side that is paying enough for me to invest some of the extra money into my own projects, which is pretty stinkin' exciting. (Thanks, Jim, for throwing the business my way.) I'm looking around for a writer for my philosophy video series; need to find someone who can walk the line between curriculum and documentary. So if you know anyone...
Speaking of walking the line, I'm delving into two books in my attempt to better understand, know, learn about, comprehend, find, discover what Jesus was like, who he was/is, etc. One book was written by an atheist, Jose Saramago and the other by an evangelical Phillip Keller. When Saramago, who wrote the killer book Blindness, published his novel - The Gospel According to Jesus Christ - it was renounced as heretical by almost everyone, Protestant and Catholic alike. Not hard to see why, since, according to Saramago, Joseph was the real daddy.
Keller, best known for his classics A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23 and Lessons from a Sheepdog, is no doubt a fine writer, and more accurately reflects my own beliefs concerning these events, but, man, some of his book on the life of Jesus that I'm reading - Rabboni - is just downright cheesy. Stuffed crust cheesy. He's got Mary and Joseph sneaking lovey-dovey looks at each other, Mary not complaining (why add this interpretation) about riding - pregnant - on a donkey across the desert, Joseph a strapping tanned young man, etc.
That's why I have to read Saramago, a brilliant writer, in the other hand, to balance the story out. Same goes for a lot of other stories or books I read: If I'm holding Kierkegaard in one hand, the other hand's got Nietzsche.
Of course, I'm defaulting back to the original stories recorded by the Jewish writers of old to give me sure footing on this path, walking the line, struggling along the narrow ridge.
Sounds
One of the families in our Down syndrome group lent us some of the Woodbine House books, which I still hope to get around to one of these weekends. I'm most interested right now in teaching Ian new sounds. He's got the grunting sounds down pat; if I ever need sound effects of a constipated elk for one of my videos, I need look no further.
I've been looking him in the eyes and doing the "Mamamamama" and "Dadadadada" sounds for him. Guess he thinks I sound like a dehydrated elk.
I've been looking him in the eyes and doing the "Mamamamama" and "Dadadadada" sounds for him. Guess he thinks I sound like a dehydrated elk.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Location Scouting
Last night Silvi was my model as she and I drove around Minneapolis location scouting for a shoot I'm doing this summer.
It's a story I've been working on for a while about reconciliation between Serbs and Albanians, thus, the Serbian Orthodox Church visible in the background.
Silvi and I ended up eating at a fine dining restaurant, not by choice, but because we were both famished after walking in the brisk air and the restaurant was near by. We shared a $13 hamburger, the cheapest thing on the menu. It was a very nice date, and Silvi was excellent company. We also got complimentary warm bread.
The block down the street from the church where I hope to do some shooting.
It's a story I've been working on for a while about reconciliation between Serbs and Albanians, thus, the Serbian Orthodox Church visible in the background.
Silvi and I ended up eating at a fine dining restaurant, not by choice, but because we were both famished after walking in the brisk air and the restaurant was near by. We shared a $13 hamburger, the cheapest thing on the menu. It was a very nice date, and Silvi was excellent company. We also got complimentary warm bread.
The block down the street from the church where I hope to do some shooting.
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