pWdumaNjA-6CEEBhRoD5euxNETs When All This Actual Life Played Out: November 2016

22 November 2016

I promised the daughter an adventure

 
No, really
Los Angeles, California
22 November 2016
 
I promised the daughter an adventure. I did not promise her the Dancing With the Stars finale.
 
Short version: I wanted to see the Guillermo del Toro exhibition at LACMA, which closes next week. The daughter has the week off because Thanksgiving. So we made some travel magic (e.g., trains and buses) and popped over there today.
 
After the monsters, the daughter was hungry. We wandered up to The Grove for lunch.
 
And ran into this.
 
I love L.A.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. I've never even seen this show, but we switched it on when it started tonight, had a good laugh, and switched it back off again.
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15 November 2016

Super moon in tiny aspect

 
Downtown Disney
Anaheim, California
13 November 2016
 
We were already committed to dinner out with some friends so I wasn't going to be lugging a camera around. But that is the moon by the building's upper corner, not some random light.
 
It's been a long, exhausting few weeks. I had film crews in and out in rapid rotation, and constant requests from other crews to use the house as a location. One last minute group came in four hours late, and I had to literally sit on the set, chivvying them along because I had another crew loading in at 7:30 the next morning.
 
It was ridiculous. It will not be happening again.
 
(I kind of wonder if anyone will notice at the screenings that the house shows up over and over. Of course, given the massive set dressing--my living room became an office at the absolute last minute--probably not.)
 
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I haven't slept well since the election. I know this isn't particularly uncommon, but it's certainly aggravating. I wrote an absolute diatribe the day of (something of the Letter Never Sent variety. I needed to write it, but I'm not sure there is any need to share it.) because like everyone, I have opinions.
 
But rather than continue to air my grievances--and I have been pretty public about where I cast the blame--I'm trying to focus on positive action. Like others, I am donating money to causes that matter, and though I always do, it's taking on a particular gravitas, and I'm just trying not to explode. In some ways, that might be the most positive action I can take.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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07 November 2016

Dead of night


Noche de Altares
Santa Ana, California
1 November 2014

This week has been fraught (what week isn't around here?), in part because it's production season and all the college kids are filming their 2nd and 3rd year projects. Since I've gotten a reputation for being production friendly, and I worked in the industry, AND I know the ins and outs of permitting, I get requests for location shoots. While I'd like to say no to all of them, unfortunately, I also get it. These are kids with dreams (and in some cases, real talent), whose budgets are whatever change they find in their pockets. So I mostly say yes.

(Fortunately for me, the biggest shoot got a permit at their first choice location. But then, I got an emergency request for the vacated weekend that I had to deny. I'd just gotten out of the hospital, and I'm not supposed to get stressed! I'll wait while you finish laughing.)

Anyway.

The daughter's production was filming this weekend, and she was also working on two other shoots, which naturally, turned into complete chaos. Because they are all adults now, I try to stay on the sidelines and just watch and roll my eyes a lot while the fail-tasm occurs. And while I say that, even act on it, when the already exhausted crew rolled in Saturday morning, I made sure they had lots of coffee and really good food.

(This is how I get a reputation.)

The production that was shooting Friday night wrapped in the early morning hours of Saturday. I'd made arrangements to pick up the daughter when she finished, because I know my kid and I knew she'd be unsafe at any speed. Like the spouse, she needs her sleep. Unlike me, the Energizer bunny (who, yes, ended up in the ER. As the spouse has reminded me all weekend. Look, I always said that I can sleep when I'm dead. I just didn't plan on acting on that one quite so soon.)

Anyway.

It was quite late when I headed out to the production location, and fortunately, it's a fairly quiet route traffic-wise late at night. Quiet to the point where I need to use high-beams (that's saying something in So Cal) to ensure that I don't run over the occasional errant raccoon, opossum or wandering person. It's also quiet because I pass not one but three cemeteries.

Given the time of year--All Saints, All Souls, Dia de los Muertos--the cemeteries are pretty busy. On any given day, you see picnics and balloons and all sorts of activities that are generally frowned upon, but at the beginning of November, it becomes another thing altogether. And early Saturday morning, in the dead of night, I saw a completely different dimension. There were lights--everywhere. Candles, flashing strings suspended in the air, lanterns. It was eerie and beautiful. Friendly but otherworldly. Touching.

Amazing.

Since I was the only one on the road, I slowed a bit to take in what I was seeing, and gently rounded the corner, taking quick glances through the locked iron gates. I wanted to stop to look, but it was late and the daughter was waiting on me, so I proceeded to the location. We loaded gear into the back of my car--heavy light cases, C-stands, sandbags, cameras--and then I pulled out and we headed toward home.

As we approached the first of the cemeteries, I urged the daughter to take a look. She quieted for a moment, and then said, "It's beautiful."

And it was, one of the strange but lovely perqs of being out in the middle of the night on a quiet road, proceeding into another long day of work and life.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone4.
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01 November 2016

This perfect day

 
New Point Loma Lighthouse
Point Loma, San Diego, California
25 August 2016
 
As it happened, we wandered into Cabrillo National Monument on the National Park Service's 100th birthday--and got in free. We were pleased and surprised that we'd managed to show up on the actual day. We're never that organized.
 
(We didn't stick around for cake. Too many people milling around.)
 
I took photos. As I do.
 
It's November. I'll leave you to contemplate that.
 
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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