Though it seems likely the Writers Guild of America will vote to end the strike tomorrow, return to work on Wednesday, and then ratify the new contract ten days later, most shows won't come back with new episodes until April*. Many won't be back until fall (if at all in some cases).
On the upside, a few shows still have some pre-strike episodes in reserve, so those will probably trickle out in the interim.
*The article notes that everything is still highly tentative and subject to change. The list of shows and when they will return is being updated hourly at this point.
One year ago on TTaT: The Life Uncensored
11 February 2008
10 February 2008
08 February 2008
It ain't over until it's a done deal
The Writers Guild of America (WGA) strike is not over yet despite what you may have read or heard this week. Without actual deal language, any promises the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) may have made mean NOTHING, and last I read there's no WGA deal language as of 12:02 PM Pacific time today for the WGA membership to discuss at their meeting tomorrow.
If the WGA membership lets up on the strike, deal points agreed to in principle by both sides could be severely undercut in the actual legal language of the contract. The WGA has my support no matter how long it takes them to get a fair deal.
One year ago on TTaT: The Road is my Favorite Place: Day 15
If the WGA membership lets up on the strike, deal points agreed to in principle by both sides could be severely undercut in the actual legal language of the contract. The WGA has my support no matter how long it takes them to get a fair deal.
One year ago on TTaT: The Road is my Favorite Place: Day 15
06 February 2008
Lartigue: Album of a Century
14. Lartigue: Album of a Century by Jacques Henri Lartigue. Edited by Martine d'Astier, Quentin Bajac, and Alain Sayag; with essays by Clément Cheroux, Maryse Cordesse, and Kevin Moore; translated from the French by David Wharry. (4/5)
The essays take up a small portion of the hefty 400 page coffee table book, but they give a sense of Lartigue's life. Some references within them are redundant. The photos and reproductions of his photo album pages are arranged chronologically. Lartigue's body of photography spans from 1900 (when he was six) to his death in 1986.
For most of his life he was an amateur photographer (a mighty prolific one) until he was "discovered" in the early 1960s when he was almost seventy. Friends and family frozen mid-air, early planes attempting to take off, race cars with bicycle-like tires, women of high fashion during the Belle Epoque and of the 1960s, life at the Riviera, and more: Lartigue shot it all hoping to concretize his memories. He made up 110 photo albums throughout his life.
Though my high school French was good enough to read most of Lartigue's notations and captions in the diary and album page reproductions, they are all translated in the timeline at the back of the book and referenced by page number. Further biographical information and photographic details are also included there. That bit's well worth reading.
The photos are the real essence of the book though, and Lartigue: Album of a Century is beautifully made to show them off.
Two years ago on TTaT: Rude, moi?
Technorati tags: Jacques Henri Lartigue, photography
The essays take up a small portion of the hefty 400 page coffee table book, but they give a sense of Lartigue's life. Some references within them are redundant. The photos and reproductions of his photo album pages are arranged chronologically. Lartigue's body of photography spans from 1900 (when he was six) to his death in 1986.
For most of his life he was an amateur photographer (a mighty prolific one) until he was "discovered" in the early 1960s when he was almost seventy. Friends and family frozen mid-air, early planes attempting to take off, race cars with bicycle-like tires, women of high fashion during the Belle Epoque and of the 1960s, life at the Riviera, and more: Lartigue shot it all hoping to concretize his memories. He made up 110 photo albums throughout his life.
Though my high school French was good enough to read most of Lartigue's notations and captions in the diary and album page reproductions, they are all translated in the timeline at the back of the book and referenced by page number. Further biographical information and photographic details are also included there. That bit's well worth reading.
The photos are the real essence of the book though, and Lartigue: Album of a Century is beautifully made to show them off.
Two years ago on TTaT: Rude, moi?
Technorati tags: Jacques Henri Lartigue, photography
04 February 2008
50!
Remember when I wrote about Free Rice and my top score was 44? Well, looky here:
That's a big fat 50, my peeps, in just under two months. My victory is somewhat tempered by the fact they just added 5 new levels last month, and my dad has actually made it up to 54 more than once. Also, I subsequently blew it on feracious. Meaning fertile, turns out it's not at all related to feral.
Technorati tags: FreeRice, words for rice, building vocabulary
That's a big fat 50, my peeps, in just under two months. My victory is somewhat tempered by the fact they just added 5 new levels last month, and my dad has actually made it up to 54 more than once. Also, I subsequently blew it on feracious. Meaning fertile, turns out it's not at all related to feral.Technorati tags: FreeRice, words for rice, building vocabulary
Polling places
The presidential primaries have me thinking back to my first experience voting in San Francisco in 2003. If you live in one of the states holding a caucus or primary tomorrow (that includes CA), don't forget to VOTE!
And now, back to 2003...
I walked down the street and paused at the corner. The laundromat across the street was 990 Pacific. Uphill most likely. I strode on looking for 1053 Pacific. Seeing 1031, I surmised I was on the correct block and side of the street. Nothing looked out of place though. A couple of old Chinese people walked down the hill with the ubiquitous pink plastic grocery bags of Chinatown. A bit further up I saw a man in an orange vest and thought that might be it, but he was just surveying with a guy across the street.
I almost walked past it. Though I knew there weren't any on that block, I was still thinking of a large parking garage. Nope. Sloping down from the sidewalk was just someone's garage with the door open and polling staff camped out inside. A couple of long folding tables to the left and a series of portable privacy booths to the right. At the end, the vote sucking machine that looked like a photocopier.
Fumbling through my pockets, I asked what they needed from me. The man on the left finished with his pile of papers and asked for my last name. No ID, no voter registration card, nothing. Happily, I was on the list. The guy behind me was not so fortunate. This was the third polling place he'd been to and he needed to get to work.
The woman on the right handed me a ballot and told me I needed to use the marker supplied in the booth. Not really a booth. More like the anti-cheating 3-sided cardboard things they had in elementary school.
A young professional fed her ballot into the machine. The volunteer beside her told her she was number 128.
"That's it? That's all you've had?"
The old man replied, "Yup, since seven this morning."
"Well, I'm glad I voted then."
"So are we," he added cheerfully.
Maybe they would've had more if they stuck a "Vote here" sandwich board out front to draw a little more attention to themselves.
I was 129. And that was it. Not even an "I voted" sticker; I felt kind of gypped. I did get a receipt for my ballot, that was new, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do with it. I figured it would only matter if foul play was suspected.
When I got home I checked my voice mail and had a message from Martin Sheen. Recorded certainly, but there he was all the same urging me to vote No on the recall, No on 54, and Yes on Bustamante.
Just plain odd. Vote in a garage, get a message from Martin Sheen.
One year ago on TTaT: Common imprecision
Technorati tags: Polling places, voting
And now, back to 2003...
I walked down the street and paused at the corner. The laundromat across the street was 990 Pacific. Uphill most likely. I strode on looking for 1053 Pacific. Seeing 1031, I surmised I was on the correct block and side of the street. Nothing looked out of place though. A couple of old Chinese people walked down the hill with the ubiquitous pink plastic grocery bags of Chinatown. A bit further up I saw a man in an orange vest and thought that might be it, but he was just surveying with a guy across the street.
I almost walked past it. Though I knew there weren't any on that block, I was still thinking of a large parking garage. Nope. Sloping down from the sidewalk was just someone's garage with the door open and polling staff camped out inside. A couple of long folding tables to the left and a series of portable privacy booths to the right. At the end, the vote sucking machine that looked like a photocopier.
Fumbling through my pockets, I asked what they needed from me. The man on the left finished with his pile of papers and asked for my last name. No ID, no voter registration card, nothing. Happily, I was on the list. The guy behind me was not so fortunate. This was the third polling place he'd been to and he needed to get to work.
The woman on the right handed me a ballot and told me I needed to use the marker supplied in the booth. Not really a booth. More like the anti-cheating 3-sided cardboard things they had in elementary school.
A young professional fed her ballot into the machine. The volunteer beside her told her she was number 128.
"That's it? That's all you've had?"
The old man replied, "Yup, since seven this morning."
"Well, I'm glad I voted then."
"So are we," he added cheerfully.
Maybe they would've had more if they stuck a "Vote here" sandwich board out front to draw a little more attention to themselves.
I was 129. And that was it. Not even an "I voted" sticker; I felt kind of gypped. I did get a receipt for my ballot, that was new, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do with it. I figured it would only matter if foul play was suspected.
When I got home I checked my voice mail and had a message from Martin Sheen. Recorded certainly, but there he was all the same urging me to vote No on the recall, No on 54, and Yes on Bustamante.
Just plain odd. Vote in a garage, get a message from Martin Sheen.
One year ago on TTaT: Common imprecision
Technorati tags: Polling places, voting
01 February 2008
Like Juno, but real and from the adoptive mother's point of view
The Great Interview Experiment continues. Neil's keeping a running tally of all the interviews as they are completed here.
It was my pleasure to read about Kelly's life on her blog Ordinary Art this week. I was really impressed by a number of her posts. Be sure to check out these great entries about adoption and her well-founded fears of miscarriage when she became pregnant with her daughter (don't worry, they're a happy family of four now):
Where we are going... Where have we been?
Showered with Love
Jealousy is never pretty
Ignorance on a Thursday Afternoon (Really the things people say just astound me sometimes.)
The Safety of Home
Please don't tell me to Relax
When tomorrow comes...
And now, the questions:
1. Your posts about your miscarriages and dealing with Angel (the birth mother of your son) throughout the adoption process are really compelling. When I read those, I feel like I'm in those moments with you. They couldn't have been easy to write, right? For me, writing/blogging is often therapeutic. What prompted you to share those very personal experiences on the internet?
I blabbed about all that because I have no frontal lobe and no filter. No, actually, I started my blog because the adoption process was so terrifying. I needed a safe space to share my fears. I never really imagined anyone would read it. Then, suddenly people were. I kept going though, because it was resonating with people and making me feel better, somehow. I think there is strength in unity, and blogging unites me with other amazing women. I have made lifelong frienships because of my blog.
2. Are you ever concerned about sharing too much on your blog?
YES!! I actually had a horrible incident not too long ago. I had some posts up about my in-laws. They have never taken to me. Anyway, they "stumbled" across my blog. They sent it to my husband's entire side of the family, they called me names, they cut off my dh, me, and my kids. It was terrible. I ended up deleting my entire blog. Luckily, one of my favorite blogging friends rescued it from google. She brought it back. I'm a little more careful now about what I post, a little, not much. I guess I feel like this is who I am, take it or leave it. I do worry, however, about crazy pedophiles and stuff like that. I never post info about where I live or last names. I want to protect my babies.
3. You wrote once that you "advertised in papers and on the web" as part of the adoption process for your son. It makes me wonder how someone can sum up their ability to parent: resumes, references, and financial statements, perhaps? How did you and your husband describe yourselves?
We just spoke from the heart. It wasn't about what we had. We didn't want someone to pick us because of the size of our house, car, or what we wore. We wanted someone to pick us because we are two people madly in love who wanted to be parents more than anything in the entire world. We just talked about who we are, two teachers, liberal, goofy, both loving the outdoors. I wrote about how I like to run and read, how my husband likes to garden and watch sports. We talked a bit about how we met and the struggles we faced. It was simple and true. I think that is why we matched so quickly.
4. Do you know why Angel (the birth mother of your son) chose you?
She said she could tell we loved each other.
She thought I looked like her.
She liked that I came from a big family that still lived nearby.
She liked that Jack would be the first born and first grandchild but that we wanted more children.
She also said she was happy we were fat??? (Strange, but true)
That is bizarre. Not a single photo of you guys on your blog made me think you were even overweight.
5. Why is your blog called "Ordinary Art"?
When I started, my blog was called EmptyWomb/HopefulHeart. I had to change it when I suddenly got pregnant. I wanted to name my blog something that spoke about my purpose in writing it. I write to share the ordinary truths we all face on the day to day. I write to reflect on who I am and who I want to be. I write about things that are funny, and hard, and hopefully true. I try and find the art in the everyday. I try and find beauty in the ordinary. I also think that although I am only an ordinary woman, my babies are true works of art.
6. What's the last book you read (for yourself) and what prompted you to choose it?
I love to read. I am actually a reading teacher. I just read The Patron Saint Of Liars by Anne Patchett. I picked it up because it has a theme of adoption from the perspective of a potential birth mother. I had also read Bel Canto and thought it was really beautiful. Patron was a nice book. Not the best I've ever read, but lovely in its own right.
7. Remembering back to when you were a teenager, what do you wish you'd known then that you know now? Is that lesson something you'll try to tell your kids when they're that age?
I wish I knew that my size didn't matter. I wish I knew that cliques meant nothing. I wish I knew that I had a voice and I could use it. I want my children to be strong.
8. Would you ever want to go back to school, and if so what would you study?
I would love to go to school for Creative Writing. I have a master in Literacy, but would love to get my Ph.D. Maybe, when the babies are a bit older.
9. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
Ireland. I would like to see where my family is from.
10. What would be your ideal family vacation (now or in the future)?
An eco-friendly resort in Fiji or some place tropical. We would swim, go on nature walks, just totally chill.
I think that's it.
Great questions.
Hope I answered them well.
No doubt about that. Thanks for sharing your thoughtful answers with me here on Taller Than Average Tales.
Two years ago on TTaT: Photos are Heavy, Unpopular
Technorati tags: The Great Interview Experiment, Ordinary Art
It was my pleasure to read about Kelly's life on her blog Ordinary Art this week. I was really impressed by a number of her posts. Be sure to check out these great entries about adoption and her well-founded fears of miscarriage when she became pregnant with her daughter (don't worry, they're a happy family of four now):
Where we are going... Where have we been?
Showered with Love
Jealousy is never pretty
Ignorance on a Thursday Afternoon (Really the things people say just astound me sometimes.)
The Safety of Home
Please don't tell me to Relax
When tomorrow comes...
And now, the questions:
1. Your posts about your miscarriages and dealing with Angel (the birth mother of your son) throughout the adoption process are really compelling. When I read those, I feel like I'm in those moments with you. They couldn't have been easy to write, right? For me, writing/blogging is often therapeutic. What prompted you to share those very personal experiences on the internet?
I blabbed about all that because I have no frontal lobe and no filter. No, actually, I started my blog because the adoption process was so terrifying. I needed a safe space to share my fears. I never really imagined anyone would read it. Then, suddenly people were. I kept going though, because it was resonating with people and making me feel better, somehow. I think there is strength in unity, and blogging unites me with other amazing women. I have made lifelong frienships because of my blog.
2. Are you ever concerned about sharing too much on your blog?
YES!! I actually had a horrible incident not too long ago. I had some posts up about my in-laws. They have never taken to me. Anyway, they "stumbled" across my blog. They sent it to my husband's entire side of the family, they called me names, they cut off my dh, me, and my kids. It was terrible. I ended up deleting my entire blog. Luckily, one of my favorite blogging friends rescued it from google. She brought it back. I'm a little more careful now about what I post, a little, not much. I guess I feel like this is who I am, take it or leave it. I do worry, however, about crazy pedophiles and stuff like that. I never post info about where I live or last names. I want to protect my babies.
3. You wrote once that you "advertised in papers and on the web" as part of the adoption process for your son. It makes me wonder how someone can sum up their ability to parent: resumes, references, and financial statements, perhaps? How did you and your husband describe yourselves?
We just spoke from the heart. It wasn't about what we had. We didn't want someone to pick us because of the size of our house, car, or what we wore. We wanted someone to pick us because we are two people madly in love who wanted to be parents more than anything in the entire world. We just talked about who we are, two teachers, liberal, goofy, both loving the outdoors. I wrote about how I like to run and read, how my husband likes to garden and watch sports. We talked a bit about how we met and the struggles we faced. It was simple and true. I think that is why we matched so quickly.
4. Do you know why Angel (the birth mother of your son) chose you?
She said she could tell we loved each other.
She thought I looked like her.
She liked that I came from a big family that still lived nearby.
She liked that Jack would be the first born and first grandchild but that we wanted more children.
She also said she was happy we were fat??? (Strange, but true)
That is bizarre. Not a single photo of you guys on your blog made me think you were even overweight.
5. Why is your blog called "Ordinary Art"?
When I started, my blog was called EmptyWomb/HopefulHeart. I had to change it when I suddenly got pregnant. I wanted to name my blog something that spoke about my purpose in writing it. I write to share the ordinary truths we all face on the day to day. I write to reflect on who I am and who I want to be. I write about things that are funny, and hard, and hopefully true. I try and find the art in the everyday. I try and find beauty in the ordinary. I also think that although I am only an ordinary woman, my babies are true works of art.
6. What's the last book you read (for yourself) and what prompted you to choose it?
I love to read. I am actually a reading teacher. I just read The Patron Saint Of Liars by Anne Patchett. I picked it up because it has a theme of adoption from the perspective of a potential birth mother. I had also read Bel Canto and thought it was really beautiful. Patron was a nice book. Not the best I've ever read, but lovely in its own right.
7. Remembering back to when you were a teenager, what do you wish you'd known then that you know now? Is that lesson something you'll try to tell your kids when they're that age?
I wish I knew that my size didn't matter. I wish I knew that cliques meant nothing. I wish I knew that I had a voice and I could use it. I want my children to be strong.
8. Would you ever want to go back to school, and if so what would you study?
I would love to go to school for Creative Writing. I have a master in Literacy, but would love to get my Ph.D. Maybe, when the babies are a bit older.
9. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
Ireland. I would like to see where my family is from.
10. What would be your ideal family vacation (now or in the future)?
An eco-friendly resort in Fiji or some place tropical. We would swim, go on nature walks, just totally chill.
I think that's it.
Great questions.
Hope I answered them well.
No doubt about that. Thanks for sharing your thoughtful answers with me here on Taller Than Average Tales.
Two years ago on TTaT: Photos are Heavy, Unpopular
Technorati tags: The Great Interview Experiment, Ordinary Art
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