I just got word back today from the jury:
Congratulations!
Your film, BEES, has been selected for screening at the 2006 EarthDance Short-Attention-Span Environmental Film Festival. The Awards Committee will announce the Festival Winners at the Premiere on April 7th.
If anyone happens to be in Frisco at that time and wants tickets, I hook you up.
Google Mars, or gooma.
So today work was scattered showers, but interesting.
First stop: Plauen, to do some voice work at the Studio Musik & Reklame…
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It’s easier than you thought — but I haven’t tried it myself so I don’t know: how to rip a phonebook in half
expat slang of the day
For today’s expat slang we bring you two and a half:
Sp?ti or Sp?tshop (shpaytee) n., from sp?t (late) and shop (shop)– a convenience store open from 7pm to 2am. Also called Sp?tkauf.
This is actually what they’re called in German, but as far as I know they are a Dresden speciality. “Stores” are supposed to close at 8pm, but some enterprising lads have somehow found a loophole where they pretend to be bistros — albeit sans tables and chairs. Basically it’s the place to go when in need for beer, smokes, rubbers or dogfood. But the prices are lower than those of proper drinking establishments, making them a kind of coffeehouse for punks and the otherwise unemployed.
hol (hole) v., from holen (fetch, go get) — to go get. eg: I’m gonna hol me some smokes.
Almost every English speaking expat I know who can speak German (so that’s about three (?) people) let’s this one slip into his everday language. They can’t help it, it’s just too easy and fun.
K’hohlen v. from Kohle holen (fetch coal) — to fetch coal from the cellar.
Actually I just made this one up yesterday as I passed my roomie, Kolbe (coalba), on the way to the cellar. He was busy k’hohlben himself, which means Kolbe goes to get coal from the cellar.
The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the
intelligent are full of doubt. – Bertrand Russell
Marking the day of her passing, here is a little bit about one of history’s most remarkable women: Harriet Tubman. Born into slavery, a narcoleptic, she escaped all the way to Canada only to return to the South time and time again to help others escape. Her courage was truly unfathomable.
My old friend Criss Cheatham of August Christopher has broken a world record for the longest concert by a solo artist.
Thanks, Mom, for the headsup.