Department of Quotes & Conversations: Why Buy 3 Bottles of Two Buck Chuck

Overheard conversation at Trader Joe's in Berkeley an hour ago: One man to another, justifying have three bottles of Charles Shaw in his basket:

"You know how when you buy two bottles, after you finish one, you're like, oh, I only have one bottle left. But when you buy three, after you finish one, you're like, I have two bottles left."

Unsurprisingly, I also had three bottles of Charles Shaw in my basket (pink wine to mix with lemonade for our Midsummer Shakespeare picnic tomorrow. I'll be playing Robin Goodfellow.)

Three Years Ago: Chronicles: Legendary Costume Designer Asks: Are You a Poet?

Today, on Three Years Ago, our legendary series where we repost a post from exactly three years ago, I've dug up a rare "biographical" blog entrée. Thank heavens this is an unusual occurrence:

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Last week, I was rejected from a graduate school program I had applied to, so I vowed to go on a 48-hour Steve Zissou-style bender, wake up next week, draft a new plan for the next few years of my life, then set out to find the shark that ate my friend & destroy it. Friday Night began with several pitchers of Piña Coladas with my friend Heather from Interlochen. The basic recipe for our concoction is as follows:

Mix in blender:
-Half of a delicious fresh organic pneapple
-Half a handle of clear rum
-The meat of a fine mango
-Pineapple-coconut juice (I used the R.W. Knudsen brand, which conveniently sells this mix)
-About five strawberries
-Ice

Saturday, Heather, who was singing in the pit orchestra for the San Francisco Ballet's piece Eden/Eden, with music from Steve Reich's Three Tales (the one about Dolly the Sheep, robots, & cloning), was able to get three free tickets to the ballet. As a tangent, did you know that Dolly the Sheep was named after Dolly Parton because the gene from which they cloned her was from the host's mammary? As Parton said, "I hope people realize that there is a brain underneath the hair & a heart underneath the boobs." There's interesting moments in Reich's score, but the ballet orchestra lacked the intense drive to keep the motion forward-propulsing for a full half hour. However, the original video opera was pretty mediocre, & rescuing the music & replacing the imagery with some amazing dancing & choreography is a great service.

Coincidentally, our friend Mr Golden was working next door at the Veteran's building repairing a model buffalo for an exhibition of ballet costumes designed by Willa Kim. After the ballet & some St Patrick's day beer, we crashed the art opening (as "volunteers", which we indeed ended up being.) One of my friends was free-wine-inspired to get herself a sugar-daddy in the guise of an rich older SF ballet alum. We missed the lecture, but when nonagenarian Willa Kim was being escorted out, the volunteers stopped her to tell her they had enjoyed working on her costumes. After some flattery, she turned to me & said:

Willa Kim: You look like you must be a poet!
Your hero: Well, uh, yes, I am.
Sycophantic escort: My, Ms. Kim, how prescient you are!
Willa Kim: He looks like a poet!
Your hero: It's all nonsense, tho. I mean, my poetry is nonsense.
Mr Golden: We're working on an epic with illuminations.
Willa Kim: Well, best of luck to you, &c.....

According to the imdb, Willa Kim is known by the nickname "Willa Killa". We then hit some schwanky downtown bars, & escorted my sloshy friend to the BART. The night ended by Mr Golden cleaning my clock at put-put golf at his Ingleside apartment.

Sunday Morning, I had arranged (despite a dead mobile phone) to meet a blind date at a famous Mimosa Bar in the Castro, The Lime. As a co-founder of the dogmatic evangelical religious cult, The Mimosa's Witnesses, I was morally bound to investigate this mecca of Mimosa transubstantiation, which has bottomless flutes for $7 at Sunday Brunch. The place is ridiculous & perfectly over-the-top, with a bright-green nightclub decor, thumping music, packed with revelers at 11 A.M. Many of our fellow witnesses looked far more L.A. than S.F., with plastic breasts, &c. We should tithe them.

Waiter: Hello, I haven't seen you here for awhile!
Your hero: I've never been here before. This is my first time.
Waiter: Really!? You look just like one of our regulars.
Your hero: No, perhaps I have a Doppelgänger? Or perhaps you're mistaking me for Ralf from Kraftwerk.

As for my blind date, she had enormous false eyelashes & drove an orange Mustang sports car! Anyway, we must plan an official service with the regular Mimosa's Witnesses at this bizarre Castro day-club. As I explained to my date, just like there are hippie Christians & conservative Christians, these fake-boobed coked-up proselytes were worshipping under the same, broad tent as the Tahoe Mimosa's Witnesses & the Berkeley Mimosa's Witnesses.

My day proceeded by sobering up at Philz Coffee in the Mission & having my clock cleaned at chess with Mr Golden. The San Francisco semi-regular Sacred Harp singing was at an episcopal church on Fair Oaks (one of the cutest streets in that neighborhood), & was well attended, including two members of the awesome group Anonymous 4 (who, with their background in St Hildegaard, now have two excellent albums of American harmony, & are working on continuing that project. Listen to them!) Singing exultantly, mission accomplished, & I'm now accepting suggestions for what to do next with my life.

Three Years Ago: Catering Conversation: Candles in a Barn

It's time for Three Years Ago again, our Special Department of Re-Posting Posts from this blog from exactly three years ago. Today, Catering Conversation: Candles in a Barn.

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The premise for this conversation is thus: We were the temp staff for a wedding at a Napa vineyard / horse farm. I was separated from the other catering staff for several hours, while they passed out champagne & hors d'oeuvres to the wedding guests, & I lit hundreds & hundreds of candles in the barn where the reception would take place. The baker had driven up from Berkeley with a beautiful (but ultimately bland) chocolate cake, & this one lady who worked there was running around, sneaking white wine, fixing lots of small things. We'll call her "Paulette".

Baker: This all just looks beautiful.
Your hero: You know, there's a reason why you don't often see this sight.
Baker: What?
Your hero: Of thousands of candles in a barn.
Paulette: Ah, but this is a concrete barn. The candles distract from the concrete. [Note: there was still a lot of hay, & a strong wind blowing thru.]
Your hero (more of a statement than a question): You ever heard of Bessie?
Baker: Ah, ha.
Paulette: No, who is she?
Baker: The Chicago Fire.
Paulette: Was she a caterer?
Your hero: No, she was a cow.
Paulette: A what?
Your hero: Cow. A Cow. Bessie was a cow.

Catering Conversation #63,056: "The white fish is whitefish"

The Menu

[...] Second Course:

Chef's Selection of Seasonal White Fish

Grilled Hanger Steak

Pasta Primavera [...]

Interior - ballroom - staff meeting.

Maitre D: [discussing the menu with staff]: ...And, shit, Enrique always does this, he doesn't specify what kind of fish.

Interior - ballroom - later - loud, crowded banquet.

Me: Good evening, were you having fish or steak?

Guest no. 1: What kind of fish?

Me: Some kind of white fish, would you like me to find out what kind?

Guest no. 1: Yes, please.

Interior - kitchen.

Me: What kind of fish is the white fish?

Chef: Is white fish.

Me: What kind of white fish?

Chef: Whitefish.

Interior - ballroom

Me: The white fish is whitefish.

Guest no. 1: Oh, okay, then I'll have steak.

Me: Okay.

Guest no. 1: Actually, no, I'll have the fish.

Interior - ballroom - later - loud, crowded banquet.

Me: Were you having fish or steak?

Guest no. 2: What kind of fish?

Me: Whitefish.

Guest no. 2: What kind of white fish?

Me: The whitefish is whitefish.

Guest no. 2: Is there a vegetarian option?

[This goes on all night.]

Mullet Over

I needed a haircut. And because it was long & bizarre, I hacked off a bunch this morning before going to a barbershop. It had been long in the front, & short in the back, but had since grown out of control everywhere. So I cut off a bit up top, so that I could instruct the barber to simply even it out, leaving it longish in the back, but shortish in the front.

Over & over again in my life, I have asked barbers for mullets, & have never gotten one. They always just give me a simple Number 2. It's impossible. Years ago, a barber in Reno, Nevada, was not familiar with the term 'mullet'. There's men all over Nevada with horrible mullets, so where do they get theirs done!? And it's not just standard barbers, I had the same results at a salon. I was like, what's so hard with leaving it a bit longer in the back, but short up top? My female friends with scissors have refused to help me out in this pursuit over the years. But now this is probably the fifth time this has happened in ten years, that I've asked a barber generally for them to leave some of the length behind, while trimming the top, & have ended up with it short all over. I'm sure, in the '80s & '90s, those actors on Full House all had professional stylists. But why is it so hard to ask for short in the front & long in the back? This was roughly the conversation I had with the kind Asian girl cutting my hair today:

Me: Don't cut it too short, just even it out. Can you leave it longer in the back, don't cut too much, but even it out shorter in the front.

Girl: You cut hair yourself?

Me: Just a little this morning, to make it easier for you.

Girl: It's uneven.

Me: You know, you know what a mullet is?

Girl: Yes, a mullet, yes. How long you cut hair yourself?

Me: I don't usually. Just a little this morning, because it was really long & wild. A mullet, you know, like, "business in the front / party in the back"?

[...later...]

Girl: I can cut more in the back.

Me: No, leave it longer in the back.

Girl: It's uneven between top & back.

Me: I want it longer in the back.

Girl: How long you cut hair yourself?

Me: I only cut off a little of the long hair in the front.

Girl: It's uneven. I cut more in the back.

Me: Don't cut off too much in the back, just leave it medium-length if you can. Like a mullet.

Girl: Don't cut your hair yourself.

The result - I have a short haircut all over.

O! it was lost before it got to the post box

6:20 PM Grainne: my letter number 4 to you which was brilliant fell out of my pocket either at berkeley bowl or (!) at your house

we'll have to wait and see if someone mails it

6:21 PM if, that is, it isn't already at it's destination

: / hmmmmm

it was addressed and stamped

will some friendly neighbor put it in a mailbox?

or will it be lost forever

?

6:22 PM me: for ever

6:23 PM That's a strange tale

Grainne: its such a great letter

i hope it makes it

me: It had a stamp? Someone'll mail it

Grainne: yeah it was addressed and stamped

me: I'll keep my eyes out here, meantime

Grainne: so keep your eye out for it

6:24 PM me: I'll keep my eyes out

Correspondences: Weekly Letter No. 2 from G.F.M. to J.H.W.

More Chatting: "Segue-test Film Ever Made"

Remember when we played guess-the-director for the upcoming weird "Bad Lieutenant" movie. Mr Quill just sent me an article with an update on the movie, the headline in Paste: "Werner Herzog's Bizarro Nic Cage Flick Railroaded on Theatrical Release." We weren't sure what that means:

me: railroaded?

James: I think that's bad

8:45 AM me: Hmm

Like, on the fast train to DVD?

I can't figure it out. We're supposed to know if we're hollywoody types I guess.

Did you hear Herzog's film has been zeppelined?

James: great!

me: Why would call that great?

8:46 AM James: just guessing

me: Remember when Scorsese's Mary-Kate Olsen project was Zeppelined?

And it made them both hovercraft?

8:47 AM It was a total skateboard.

James: was our film ever segued?

me: Segue-test film ever made!

8:48 AM James: that's a relief

8:49 AM me: Our film - man, what a gem.

James: still underappreciated on the youtube

Florian Freyer Makes Contact

I admit that I thought that Mr. Freyer was fucking with me, but I couldn't figure out to what ends...

7:19 PM Florian: dude, do you have a sec?
me: yeah
7:20 PM Florian: sweet!i need you as a native speaker!
me: haha
ok
Florian: here's the deal
i'll give you some proverbs and you have to...
7:21 PM ...give me the correct proverbs because they're WRONG
ok?
me: ok...
I'll see what I can do
7:22 PM Florian: no. 1:
I can’t spell to save my loaf
(they might not make sense at all...)
7:23 PM me: do you need this for something?
loaf should be life
Florian: haha, i knew it!
yeah, i'll tell you in a sec!
i thought it's LOVE
ok, next one:
7:24 PM You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t eat it too.
me: haha
but you can't make it drink
Florian: haha! i love it
me: I like yours better
7:25 PM Florian: no. 3
I’m always crying over spilt chickens before they’re hatched.
me: well, there's "Don't cry over spilt milk" and "don't count your chickens before they're hatched"
7:26 PM Florian: NICE! you're da man!
me: what's it for?
Florian: no. 4: Yeah, you give ‘em an inch, it’s worth two in the bush.
that's the last one!
7:27 PM me: "you give 'em an inch and they take a mile" or "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
7:28 PM Florian: wow - i'm impressed!
ok, i'm gonna use this video for my english class to introduce grammar mistakes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3p4UX47WfM&feature=player_embedded
7:29 PM unfortunately i had no clue what the wrong proverbs meant...
you've been a great help, really
7:30 PM thanks, sir
me: there's also "you can't have your cake and eat it too"
but I hate that proverb
Florian: ah, cheers
so they're all mixed up
7:31 PM don't like friends - the show - either
me: right
Florian: but i thought this might be a nice intro, ISN'T IT?
me: yeah
what's your class?
7:32 PM Florian: well, i would have preferred a scene from arrested development
i teach dem bastards. 11th grade.
me: ouch
7:33 PM Florian: no worries
me: thanks for the exercise in proverbs
7:34 PM Florian: haha, you should come tomorrow
me: I'd love to
7:35 PM Florian: dude, i need to prepare this lesson now. thanks heaps for you're help. whenever you're in trouble finding the right german proverb - i'll be there for you!
7:36 PM me: don't think I won't collect on that
good luck
Florian: thx

From the Lewis Carroll Society Blog: Portmanteaus on This American Life

Mrs Eley & I are slowly starting our new gig as editors for one of the sections at the Knight Letter, the magazine from the Lewis Carroll Society of North America. I'll also be blogging for them at lcsna.blogspot.com. Here's a re-print of my inaugural post over there:

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Lewis Carroll was not mentioned by name, nor was the word 'portmanteau' ever dropped, but Humpty Dumpty's spirit lurked around the September 13th, 2009, episode of This American Life (#389 Frenemies). Starting at 29:45 in the episode, Ira Glass interviews lexicographer Erin McKean, whom he had asked to research the word 'frenemy'. She found the first attempted coinage by gossip columnist Walter Winchell in 1953, who wrote "how's about calling the Russians our 'frenemies'?", although the word didn't really take off till decades later.

Their conversation, transcribed, starting at 32:00 in the episode:

Glass: Wait, are there other words like this, where they sound alike, and then they get smashed together into one word?
McKean: Oh, it happens, like, all the time. I mean, think, there's, like 'guesstimate', right? And that's from 1936.
Glass: Do you have another one?
McKean: I love this one, and people say this one all the time with a little thrill of thinking they're the first person ever to say it: You know, that someone is entering their 'anecdotage.'
Glass: I've never heard that. So you get old, and then you start telling your anecdotes, and that's it?
McKean: Right, and I think the central part, is that you start telling the same anecdotes over and over again.
Glass: Right. You got another one?
McKean: Lots of people think that they are the first person to create the word 'linner'.
Glass: Linner?
McKean: Linner is that meal you must have between lunch and dinner.
Glass: That just makes me feel mad at somebody, hearing that...

(They go on to discuss the word 'slanguage' and lexical gaps.) The lexicographer and the radio host condescend a bit to these enthusiastic amateur wordsmiths, but they're far from being the first people to think they've coined a clever portmanteau. Mark Burstein quotes from James Atherton's The Books at the Wake, when he discusses the creation and later development of word-smashing techniques from Carroll to Finnegans Wake:

It must have astonished [James] Joyce, that avant-garde innovator, proud of his Irish nationality, contemptuous of the Church of England, and confident of his own originality, to find that he had been forestalled in so many of his discoveries by a mid-Victorian Englishman in minor Anglican orders.

Of course, Humpty Dumpty doesn't claim to have invented the practice, nor any of the portmanteaus of which he is the master. And back to Ira Glass, it's a shame they didn't get into the history of "smashing together" words, but it's interesting to learn that part of a lexicographer's job is to let people down when they learn they didn't invent words like 'anecdotage'.

-originally posted here.

Catering Conversation #5,780

Next installment in an endless ongoing series of conversations at work, my job last night was serving behind a buffet line for a swanky San Francisco party for bankers. This month, I've often been working next to this dude named Charles, who fails to detect deadpan jokes with such splendid seriousness that I keep upping the ante.

Me: You realize how easy it would be to put a humongous booger in these mashed potatoes?
Charles: Shit, no, dude, that's nasty.
Me: No, I'm serious. I could easily put a big booger right there in the buffet, & no one would ever know.
Charles: Ah! That's like my worst fear. I'm always like freaked out someone's been pulling that shit.
Me: But they're bankers! It's just one booger.
Charles: You're sick, dude.

Mimosa the Color of 2009

As Archpope of Transubstantiation for the Mimosas Witnesses, it's been brought to my attention that the hue of our sacred beverage is central to the interior design world's 2009 line. Look for it in yuppie kitchens everywhere - Mimosa is the new Wasabi!

Mimosa Embodies Hopefulness and Reassurance in a Climate of Change

CARLSTADT, N.J., Dec. 3, 2008 - Pantone, an X-Rite company (NASDAQ: XRIT), and the global authority on color and provider of professional color standards for the design industries, today announced PANTONE® 14-0848 Mimosa, a warm, engaging yellow, as the color of the year for 2009. In a time of economic uncertainty and political change, optimism is paramount and no other color expresses hope and reassurance more than yellow.

"The color yellow exemplifies the warmth and nurturing quality of the sun, properties we as humans are naturally drawn to for reassurance," explains Leatrice Eiseman, executive director of the Pantone Color Institute®. "Mimosa also speaks to enlightenment, as it is a hue that sparks imagination and innovation."

-from Pantone.com

Pele was shy about her discovery:

Pele: Old News. Olds?

10:59 AM It's new in a Retro style.

Sounds like propaganda to me.

11:00 AM I don't trust strangers who go door to door!

me: Heresy!

Pele: I won't take any credit for this.

me: What kind of Mimosas Witness are you?

Fine,

11:01 AM But how on earth did you stumble upon a new paint color named after my favorite beverage?

Pele: I thought you knew I'm an artist spy.

11:02 AM You Witnesses ought to know,

when they won't let you in the front door

you have to sneak into the party from the back.

11:05 AM me: A backdoor Mimosas Witness

I don't even know what bizarre theological implications that implies.

11:06 AM A society based on friendship & earthly pleasure

Pele: It's full of nostalgia, yet so Now.

Correspondences: "Talk Dirty to Me"

from "Pele" pele__@gmail.com to "Essąn Dragone" ______@gmail.com date Wed, Sep 9, 2009 at 4:18 PM subject Chat with Pele mailed-by gmail.com

3:45 PM me: Talk dirty to me.

3:46 PM Dumpsters,

Rat feces.

Pele: barf?

mayonaise

um

compost

3:47 PM me: Gross,

Pele: ok

Acne Vulgaris

me: Ten-day-old kitty litter

More, more

Pele: Butt cheese

me: taint butter

3:48 PM Yes yes~

More!

Pele: fat lady sweat

me: The dump!

Pele: Blister or blisters.

me: Seaweed forests

Pele: Blister of Blisters!

hey - those are nice

me: Dick Cheney's old-man diapers.

Pele: I love seaweed.

Gross.

3:49 PM me: They smell a little gross tho/

Pele: Yeah...like

dead fish.

Miso

Left in the Fridge

and Freezer burned

3:50 PM me: Ewwww

Pele: Dandruff fallen in your shoes and mashed.

snot rockets

You're losing.

3:51 PM me: It's all too good.

Pele: Old man's rotty breath.

3:52 PM me: Eel sex

Pele: Second hand smoke stuck to your clothes.

Is it?

me: Rotting raw meat juices.

Pele: gah!

3:53 PM Animal carcass under the floor boards.

me: I've heard that's only gross for a little bit.

3:54 PM Pele: Cocoa pebbles.

me: Mmmm

Wait

Do breakfast cereals count?

Pele: Who's counting?

3:55 PM me: Talk dirty to me

Pele: Oh, I am!

old flower water...

3:56 PM me: The Osmand family's parents' bedroom

Pele: fish paste

3:57 PM me: Taco Bell's kitchen bathroom after a staff party.

Pele: roach nest

We're in sync!

me: More baby!

Yeah baby!

3:58 PM Afterbirth cocktails

Pele: Dog poo, eaten by a dog, and vomited, and re-eaten.

3:59 PM What have you done!

me: Botched colonoscopy

4:00 PM Pele: Trumpet spit-valve

Cloaca

4:01 PM cloaca 69!

me: Ooh

4:02 PM Pele: owl pellet on a stick

4:03 PM me: Poo

Poo-Poo

Poo-Poo Platter

Pele: Deep fried poo-poo-poo

4:04 PM me: On a platter

4:05 PM Pele: Monkeys are dirty.

me: People are monkeys.

4:06 PM Pele: The scuz floating on the top.

Yes we aer.

4:07 PM me: Republicans masterbating to photographs of Palin children.

Don't go there./

Pele: Aaaaaaaaaaah

You went in that door!

4:08 PM You got out at that exit!

me: Oh no, it's too late.

4:09 PM Pele: James McGroady Gross

4:12 PM me: This has been instructional.

Pele: Plastic surgery bandages.

me: He he

Pele: Used ones.

5 minutes

4:18 PM me: You disgust me.

Paula: You asked for it.

Elsewhere in the Blogosphere: Thoughts for the future

I had a couchsurfer this week, a Swedish girl who I met four months ago, she was supposed to stay with me then, disappeared & reappeared this week in urgent need of amnesty. She writes about sustainable cities also, like our Department of Non-Violent Non-Driving, at her weblog, environmentalistonamission.blogspot.com. For complicated reasons involving failed San Franciscan romance, she flew home early today back home to Sweden, & she was just gee-chatting with me from the airplane & writing more reactions of the bay area's urban planning. (I'm not sure if the drama influenced her opinion of San Francisco's public transit.) Her post is charming, so I will repost it word-for-word here:

It's easy to walk in San Francisco for sure, but the city is build for cars with straight roads (with an small exceptions of Lombart steet) and highways in different levels (!) at entrences and exits from busy roads. Where does everyone goes? Where does they come from? Do they need to take their car?

If you take the bay bridge over to Oakland and later to Berkeley you will see the highways in different levels, and maybe you would think in the same way as me- "is that a bridge for a railway?" -"no it was for cars" ""is that a bridge for a railway?!" "-no its another for cars" "that one then?!!!" and you look again and you see a truck like 50 meter up in the air.

Catastrophe!
Also.. when I walk I see things that people in cars doesn't matter (anyway you have to have the eyes on the road), and I just realised that many of both ugly buildings and spaces are just ugly cause noone is never walking there anyway. It's just the cars, and they don't look.

Originally posted here. Catastrophe!
Here's some of our airborne gee-chat, I'm not sure how much of my conspiracy theory is verity or truthiness, but it's worth spreading rumors about nonetheless. Pay closer attention to Judge Doom's plot in Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Anna: [...] I had a big big bed with like 6 pillows and a biiiiig cover and two enourmous windows in two different directions. and I could lay in the bed watching the view

2:14 PM haha maybe another time

do you think you will stay without Jenny?

me: For sure, I love that flat

The bay bridge used to have trolly car on the lower level

2:15 PM The "key system", the old public trains that went everywhere.

Anna: oh

me: Car companies bought them last century & dismantled them

Anna: I took one yesterday

2:16 PM oh

me: Now, cars every where.

Anna: really?

me: There's a book about it, the car conspiracy

I don't know what it's called

Anna: I'm sure I can find it?

2:17 PM or maybe the car companies burned that too

me: GM bought all the train cars in Los Angeles & killed them.

Answering Machine Conversations #52 & #53

In June, I posted the recording of a phone call my pocket had placed to Pele. In the similar spirit of the mundane, I just found two recordings from my housemate Jenny Ruth's ground line answering machine, from at least a year ago, where the machine started recording our boring conversation

(The art is from that same Biology Today textbook).

Correspondences: Bulgarous Movie Production Discussion Part III

PART THREE from the Production Planning Committee, the Board of Lost of It, about our Bulgarian Movie project. I'm not worried about giving away details of the film, because, of course, it's bound to continue to evolve far beyond these initial discussions.

from	"Grainne Proinseas" _____@gmail.com
to		"S. Sandrigon" _@itwaslost.org
cc		"J____ Quill" ______@gmail.com, "Olaf Mary" _____@gmail.com
date		Mon, Jun 1, 2009 at 3:43 PM
subject		Re: Big Little Industry
signed-by		gmail.com

lets make a movie with exciting motown inspired musical numbers in turkish or bulgarian or both. the kids can write the lyrics with quill's help. the musical numbers will be fast paced and exciting. there will also be some action including, fields, girls, monsters, vampires, zombies, etc. many of which evil creatures should probably be played by guest actor james welsch, who wants to be cast as a superhero despite the fact that he is an evil nevadan. there will also be slowness to satisfy liam's desire and my desire for slowness and non-showbizzy images and events. the slowness can be the scenes of normal life and non-acting kids and people that we will be shooting anyway, which will be artfully cut into the exciting showbizzy movie in post production. lets keep our options open. lets also be open to suggestions from the girls and fields.

from	"Grainne Proinseas" _____@gmail.com
to		"S. Sandrigon" _@itwaslost.org
cc		"J____ Quill" ______@gmail.com, "Olaf Mary" _____@gmail.com
date		Mon, Jun 1, 2009 at 3:44 PM
subject		Re: Big Little Industry
signed-by		gmail.com

I forgot to mention choreographed dance numbers. all girls are awesome at that.

from	"S. Sandrigon" _@itwaslost.org
to		"Grainne Proinseas" _____@gmail.com
cc		"J____ Quill" ______@gmail.com, "Olaf Mary" _____@gmail.com
date		Mon, Jun 1, 2009 at 4:27 PM
subject		Re: Big Little Industry
mailed-by		gmail.com

Amigos.

I think we're on to something with giving the girls a lot of power. Kids come up with better ideas than adults. James, perhaps you should form a special summer project - how about call it the #1 Big Little Girls Motion Picture Production Project, or, #1GGGMPPP for short.
And for the next month that club could plot & write a movie with their FORMIDABLE ENGLISH SKILLS, taught by Mr Quill (you may remember me from such previous summer projects as Hippie Club & Ultimate Frisbee Club), patriotic pride, knowledge of local vampire lore, & young female creativity. I would be interested in being cast as the vampire. Great freaking Jesus what's a Nevadan vampire doing in the bostons of northern bulgarious? This caper can only be resolved with fields full of little girls & slow camera shots of daily life.
What do you think, Mr Quill, would the PC let you do a #1GGGMPPP? You may be the hero of the peace corps if this project flies? Reject my idea if it is a horrible idea. You're fucking asleep right now anyway!

Adios, AMIGOS.

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I'm forming a group of planning students. I'm thinking the planning will go back and forth.

Apparently there's a local legend about a woman who was dying and told her husband that 50 people would die in the week after her death and he would be first. And it happened. Maybe a starting point? Add vampires, pod people, and zombies and I think we have a movie.

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date		Tue, Jun 2, 2009 at 1:48 PM
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this is a great start, but I think it should be adapted so there aren't any husbands. it should be (for example) a girl who is dying as a result of an encounter with a creepy american zombie hitchhiker played by james welsch, who warns her friends when she is on her deathbed that she will come back as a zombie and eat their brains- that she will need to come back and eat 20 brains and deliver the other 30 brains to the american zombie- perhaps she gives them a clue as to how they can avoid their fate- there is enough human in her still that she wants to save them-
maybe the secret to driving zombie-dom off is song and dance---?
we must, after all, incorporate musical numbers. maybe we can have a johnny vs. the devil musical standoff between a little bulgarian girl and the nevadan vampire who wants to eat her brain, and who demands that the first little girl (now returned as his zombie minion) sing backup to his perfectly produced tune that the little girl doesn't (or does she?) have a chance against....



this just gets better and better



grainne

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