I just found out that RECOVERED has been included in two film festivals and actually won an award! Best Documentary: Director’s Chair Film Festival, Staten Island, NY and Official Selection: Victoria Independent Film Festival, Victoria, Australia. YAY!!!
The Great Schlep from The Great Schlep on Vimeo.
I wish my grandparents were still alive so I could visit them in Florida and convince them to vote for Obama. (Although I think they were smart enough not to need my convincing.)
The whole nomination of Sarah Palin has seemed like a joke to me, a sleazy effort by McCain to seem like a “maverick.” “Ooh look – I took a chance. I hired a woman! I’m just as progressive as Obama. I’m with it.” (Hear Saddam Hussein as portrayed in the South Park movie with out the homosexual undertones, he is republican afterall). Whatever old man. The rest of the women in this country are not fooled.
The whole nomination of Sarah Palin has seemed like a joke to me, a sleazy effort by McCain to seem like a “maverick.” “Ooh look – I took a chance. I hired a woman! I’m just as progressive as Obama. I’m with it.” (Hear Saddam Hussein as portrayed in the South Park movie with out the homosexual undertones, he is republican after all). Whatever old man. The rest of the women in this country are not fooled.
David Horvitz’s proposal for EGOESDAYGLO reminded me of an event during my last year of college: I was home alone, scrubbing our kitchen floor on my hands and knees. When I went to wash out the bucket in the utility sink in the corner studio that overlooked the entry to the apartment, I saw Colleen come up the stairs. She looked up, waved and said “hello” then went into her room. I assumed she was going to pack, as she would be moving back in with her parents soon. Later that evening when I was having dinner with my other roommates they asked if colleen had come by that day. I told them, “yeah, but she wasn’t here for very long and left without saying goodbye.” When we spoke to Colleen later that night, she said she was at her parents house all day. We joked that she must have astral projected herself when she was taking a nap, or that I was hallucinating from the cleaning product fumes. Either way – it was creepy.
David, good luck with your poetic efforts.
Yesterday was our one year wedding anniversary. At one point Jeremy and I talked about waiting until same sex marriage was legal, even though we are a heterosexual couple, but decided to marry in celebration of our decade together. I am proud to say we now share our June 17th Anniversary with many of the first gays and lesbians to marry in the state of CA. Next year we will be sure to celebrate in West Hollywood.
I’m watching this live. How incredible and wonderful!
Today while driving home from work, I thought I had missed the march, that the heavy traffic through downtown was just the tail end. I came home and went about my business, but later when I turned on the TV, I learned that the American Apparel marchers were heading down Alameda. The news reporter called them “a splinter group” that had illegally marched without a permit off the planned route. I guess she didn’t recognize their Legalize LA t-shirts and it didn’t occur to her that they were probably just heading back to work at the factory. I had the sudden urge to join them. They were at Alameda and 1st. I looked for my sign from the march in 2006, grabbed my phone, my ID, debit card and keys, (what else could I need?) and ran out the door. I got to the corner of Alameda and third just as the group was passing through the intersection. I stood at the corner short of breath, holding my sign as high as I could. I got some stares, a few honks and some glares from the numerous cops. Once they passed through the intersection, I ran across the street to join them. I asked one woman holding her child, “Vamos a American Apparel?” after she looked confused when I asked in English. She smiled and said “yes” and I kept walking. Soon a young guy ran up to me and asked if could talk to me. He said he is writing for the American Apparel blog. He was shocked and thrilled to see a white person amongst them. I told him my story and reasons for being there, that I was told that my great-grandmother came here on a fake passport. Who knows if it is completely accurate, but regardless she left Eastern Europe in search of a better life – how is that any different? We agreed this is not a Latino issue, it is an American issue and that South and Central America are still America. Wilmer gave me a bottle of water and recorded a sound bite for his blog. He took my number and we talked the whole rest of the way to the factory. At the gate I shook his hand, although he invited me in for tacos, I had to get back to work. Thanks Wilmer!
Today while driving home from work, I thought I had missed the march, that the heavy traffic through downtown was just the tail end. I came home and went about my business, but later when I turned on the TV, I learned that the American Apparel marchers were heading down Alameda. The news reporter called them “a splinter group” that had illegally marched without a permit off the planned route. I guess she didn’t recognize their Legalize LA t-shirts and it didn’t occur to her that they were probably just heading back to work at the factory. I had the sudden urge to join them. They were at Alameda and 1st. I looked for my sign from the march in 2006, grabbed my phone, my ID, debit card and keys, (what else could I need?) and ran out the door. I got to the corner of Alameda and third just as the group was passing through the intersection. I stood at the corner short of breath, holding my sign as high as I could. I got some stares, a few honks and some glares from the numerous cops. Once they passed through the intersection, I ran across the street to join them. I asked one woman holding her child, “Vamos a American Apparel?” after she looked confused when I asked in English. She smiled and said “yes” and I kept walking. Soon a young guy ran up to me and asked if could talk to me. He said he is writing for the American Apparel blog. He was shocked and thrilled to see a white person amongst them. I told him my story and reasons for being there, that I was told that my great-grandmother came here on a fake passport. Who knows if it is completely accurate, but regardless she left Eastern Europe in search of a better life – how is that any different? We agreed this is not a Latino issue, it is an American issue and that South and Central America are still America. Wilmer gave me a bottle of water and recorded a sound bite for his blog. He took my number and we talked the whole rest of the way to the factory. At the gate I shook his hand, although he invited me in for tacos, I had to get back to work. Thanks Wilmer!
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