Looking forward to writing an entry very soon and visiting you all. I have been blue about not being able to blog this quarter especially because I miss my blogging friends. The cats have put in a request to be featured in an upcoming entry so I will take that into account at some point. See you soon!
March 1, 2009
Yesterday searching for music to serve as background to hiking video. Looking for The Happy Wanderer, a folk song, with a Swiss feel to it. Found about 80 versions including one from the Die-Hard Polka Band, Kim Loy Wong (???), the Salzburg Echo, an orchestral version, a church organ version (hard to envision a church organ on a hike), and get this—The Band of the Royal Hong Kong Police???
February 16, 2009
Videography is a group effort. You need camera men, grips, sound guys, lighting guys. In short you need lots of extra hands (or paws) and someone who knows how everything works.
First up is getting the camera to turn on. “Why does this thing just shut itself off sometimes?”
Minou: I’ll get the XLR cables.
Sam: Hey, this velcro tie is too loose.
Plugging in the shotgun mic and rigging up the boom pole.
Sammy: I think you need a sand bag on that C-stand. I’ll get it.
Minou: Lighting is a bit dim. I think you need a reflector. Em: I’m doing it!
Sam: Too cold. I think you need the gold foil cover. Here it is.
Break time.
BH: What a team. A gazillion hours later, here I am editing my first film.
The instructor told me it was nice and then gave me a long list of things to do this week to improve it. Guess what I am doing every night?
February 4, 2009
Wales, United Kingdom, used with permission
Not with that beautiful white stuff but rather functions, compilers, variables, and terminators. I haven’t had time to blog but I wanted to say hi to any friends who might drop by. I miss connecting and hope I can post again before long and visit you all. Happy February!
January 24, 2009
Moving North
Margaret always called me one of her girls from next door (especially when she forgot my name; she is 92, after all). Seven years ago Ken and Margaret moved in, an elderly couple but full of spunk and good humor. Last December Ken died. Today Margaret’s family came en mass to pack her up for a move to Oregon.
I am sorry to see her go. She needs the care and attention of her family and is moving to a house near them. Actually, one of her granddaughters (in her mid 40s) is moving in with her in a house over looking a golf course and just across the green from her son.
On past vacations to Oregon Margaret would stay up late talking and giggling with this granddaughter, Cindy, until her son’s wife would come in and scold them for keeping the household up. Now having met Cindy I got to hear more stories about Margaret’s sense of humor and razor sharp ability to win at card games.
I wish I had known her in her younger days. I wish she were still my neighbor.
The house will be rented out and the new tenant will be a younger woman in her 60s who recently lost her husband and her son.
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