All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible. T. E. Lawrence
OK, so it’s not exactly what we’re talking about here, but it’s the first thing that runs through my brain at the moment.
So I went to order some healthy little kibble for my pooch and my debit card was declined. Grumble grumble. It’s not the first time I’ve had issues with this website. But I go to my bank website and log in to see…. I’m in the red. A lot. Very red. How can this be? I’ve not been spending much, especially as I’ve got less than $2000 to work with at the moment and am a bit concerned about how I’m going to make everything happen this year with so little income and savings. Anyway, yeah. A little anxious over finances at the moment. And now this. I mean I already knew I had to deal with EDF and the monthly gas bill for the place I left in January (and it ain’t cheap!!!) and some strange charges from Orange… but now this too?
My brain is so fried that I don’t even know where to begin.
This is not the first time I’ve had to go to the Centre de Réception des Étrangers, but it was certainly the worst.
I showed up with my dog around 8:30AM to meet a crowd of people already standing and sitting in a line that reached out of the alley of 19-21 rue Truffaut. Lovely. Well, I had no choice. I got in line and soon made friends with a Canadian girl standing next to me.
By 10AM we had gotten much closer to the door, but it may have just been an illusion created by the bizarre fact that the people at the head of the line figured that standing closer together would somehow be beneficial. The sun started to peer out from behind the neighbouring building. I joked that at some point it would go behind the tree and we would have shade again. We didn’t think we would actually be out there long enough for that to happen. But we were, and it did.
This morning the final cut (or… final cut for the festival) got uploaded to the 168 servers and all that was left for me to do was convince the printer to scan 26 pages of release forms for me. After a software uninstall and reinstall, we came to an understanding.
But yeah, I have another short film under my belt! In a couple of months a longer “director’s cut” will be finished and put on DVD, most likely after the festival (so we can mention what awards we won or were nominated for on the sleeve, ya know?).
Our work is not finished, though, and it’s time to answer some questions.
Will we submit it to other festivals after 168?
Will our Making Of film get finished in time for next week’s deadline?
As you know, I’m participating in the 168 Hour Film Project again this year, and it’s production week! My friend Jack, from Canada, is here and we’ve been working hard. First writing the script, then finding locations, finding our cast and crew, and finally – filming!
It took us several days to come up with our story, and several more to iron out the dialogue. Once the dialogue was pretty much set, we translated it into French. Yep, the film is in French. We held a rehearsal with the actors on Wednesday night, and made some more adjustments to the dialogue and “mise en scene” as it’s called.
So I was walking along the canal Saint Martin with a friend and our cameras, and we came upon some butterflies. As we looked around, we saw butterflies on almost every surface – the walls, the sidewalks, the bridge!
So we asked someone what was going on, and we were directed to a man in a blue shirt and told that he was the artist.
He explained to us that his name was Milan Rai and he was from Nepal. He’d started the project there, and started traveling with it.
He talked to me for a minute on video so I could share it here with you, since that’s so much better than me just writing about it, right?
So have you heard about the public bike system in Paris? It’s called the Velib and I hadn’t ever really tried it til now. There was that one time, when I followed someone else on a bike for a short distance, but this time was different.
Friday night I met up with two other vegans from a meetup group at a dance party on the Seine. The theme of the night was Canada. I’m not sure how that’s a theme, and I didn’t notice anyone acting obviously Canadian, but whatever. I’d never done “rock” dancing before, and this was my chance to see what it was all about. After the initial awkwardness of learning some moves, I did a little do-see-do-ing with a few dancing partners and picked out my favourite lead of the night. I’m a good dancer if I’ve got a good lead. I mean, 90% of the time. 10% of the time I might miss a cue and stand there befuddled until he twirls me in the right direction. Anyway it was a great night. BUT we stayed a little too late.