Filming on the block began on Tuesday. Would you like to join a film crew? Here's how:
Where t-shirt and jeans, or short shorts and shirt that shows some skin. Find piece of white tape, or long label and write - in black felt tip: CREW. Slap on shirt over left breast. Walk to craft tents and say "Jack was looking for me. Have you seen Jack?". Grab donut and walk away. You're in. Optional - walkie talkie and headset. Because some of you might just have those laying about. Oh- and let's be serious - the walkie talkie can't be red and blue from fisher price, and it definitely can't look like a baby monitor. We're talking the big leagues here - felt tip markers and black walkies, please, people.
People spotted - John Hurt as Quintin Crisp. Cynthia Nixon as Penny Arcade. Swoosie Kurtz - as Swoosie. Okay - not really, but she's there too.
Loved the angry people trying to get to the Lincoln tunnel yesterday - slowed by metal tracks in the street for a scene - and a bunch of the crew moving said tracks to the left, a hair, and to the left, again.
All this excitement and what I was really hoping was that Hydrox (yes, remember them?) would be handing out samples at the train station - in celebration of their comeback. Start checking your grocery shelves now.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
One more week of camp...
Remember the days when going to camp meant being supervised by the high school students working for the "summer recreation" program? That's the one where you played crab soccer, S.P.U.D. and still got to use rubber cement in the art room?
None of the camps the boy tried this year fit the above description. After 7 long weeks of camp at a local family friendly establishment with a pool, a gym and a weight room - everyone in the house was ready for something different. Mostly because the boy cried every morning on the way to camp, and then I cried every day after I dropped him off. He just plain hated it.
This year his choices included the grownup talk about friends --- as in --- if you go to a new camp each week you will need to meet new people and make new friends - every week. Are you okay with that?
In one breath he answers. Yes. Do not send me back to that other camp. I will run away into the woods and even the bear won't find me. Hmmm.
So he had the greatest summer of his life and mine was dictated by directions, car drop off lines, car drop off garages, commuting into not one, but two cities, and remembering to fix lunch, and then get it and the kid to the right location every day.
Two weeks at local middle school with friends (develops love for karate, check. develops love of fencing, check. develops love of good books and writing (brilliant!), check. creates another mosiac sculpture - this time a stool. learns about computers and keyboarding, also comes home saying - Mom, there's this thing called youtube.com and you should really know about it)
Two weeks at zoo camp (weighed with entire class on the elephant scale at animal care center, check. pet the rhino, check. hold a chicken, check. ride the arial tram a week after people were trapped and dangling, check. desire own metro card, check. promise to go back next year, check.) Comes home using zoo words like enclosure, conservation, feeding schedule and hospitalization.
One week at art camp - harnessing the power of the wind. (tell family - we moved a big hanging thing today. Later clarification brings on new meaning - he stood underneath a Calder mobile with foam core, and with 2 7-year olds and 1 8-year old, was able to create enough wind to watch the sculpture make more than one complete movement.) Crafts brought home - one kite, 3 airplane models, 2 paper airplanes, one mobile with coat hanger wire that looks surprisingly like a Calder attempt, and one short-lived puppet.) Comes home wanting to go another week.
Two weeks at Sports Camp - held at an area university. (tells sitter on first day about eating in cafeterias, check. develops love of dodge ball and remains confused as to why he can't play it in school., develops love of S.P.U.D. and the Olympics. adores watching the university sports team players leave the gym, check. Is assigned to team Japan and comes home on Thursday and says "Me and my Japan team are not in medal contention." When showed the real Japanese team wasn't winning as many medals as some other teams he was reassured - "I really am on the Japan team Mom!"
One more week to go...Fencing Camp
Happy remaining summer
None of the camps the boy tried this year fit the above description. After 7 long weeks of camp at a local family friendly establishment with a pool, a gym and a weight room - everyone in the house was ready for something different. Mostly because the boy cried every morning on the way to camp, and then I cried every day after I dropped him off. He just plain hated it.
This year his choices included the grownup talk about friends --- as in --- if you go to a new camp each week you will need to meet new people and make new friends - every week. Are you okay with that?
In one breath he answers. Yes. Do not send me back to that other camp. I will run away into the woods and even the bear won't find me. Hmmm.
So he had the greatest summer of his life and mine was dictated by directions, car drop off lines, car drop off garages, commuting into not one, but two cities, and remembering to fix lunch, and then get it and the kid to the right location every day.
Two weeks at local middle school with friends (develops love for karate, check. develops love of fencing, check. develops love of good books and writing (brilliant!), check. creates another mosiac sculpture - this time a stool. learns about computers and keyboarding, also comes home saying - Mom, there's this thing called youtube.com and you should really know about it)
Two weeks at zoo camp (weighed with entire class on the elephant scale at animal care center, check. pet the rhino, check. hold a chicken, check. ride the arial tram a week after people were trapped and dangling, check. desire own metro card, check. promise to go back next year, check.) Comes home using zoo words like enclosure, conservation, feeding schedule and hospitalization.
One week at art camp - harnessing the power of the wind. (tell family - we moved a big hanging thing today. Later clarification brings on new meaning - he stood underneath a Calder mobile with foam core, and with 2 7-year olds and 1 8-year old, was able to create enough wind to watch the sculpture make more than one complete movement.) Crafts brought home - one kite, 3 airplane models, 2 paper airplanes, one mobile with coat hanger wire that looks surprisingly like a Calder attempt, and one short-lived puppet.) Comes home wanting to go another week.
Two weeks at Sports Camp - held at an area university. (tells sitter on first day about eating in cafeterias, check. develops love of dodge ball and remains confused as to why he can't play it in school., develops love of S.P.U.D. and the Olympics. adores watching the university sports team players leave the gym, check. Is assigned to team Japan and comes home on Thursday and says "Me and my Japan team are not in medal contention." When showed the real Japanese team wasn't winning as many medals as some other teams he was reassured - "I really am on the Japan team Mom!"
One more week to go...Fencing Camp
Happy remaining summer
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