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Fight For The Cure


Back in the days when television was still mostly a novelty, likelier to be found in a store window than a living room, there was one program that guaranteed an audience -- Boxing.

Friday or Saturday nights, the ring bell that signaled the beginning of the Gillette theme song also signaled bartenders to turn down the jukebox and turn up the sound on the flickering grey screen over the bar.

And for a couple of hours, the new medium had audiences larger than what it enjoyed for virtually everything else it carried.

Perhaps the hope that history will repeat itself is behind the Sun News Network's decision to shift from talking political heads to those throwing punches to them this coming Saturday night.

Perhaps its just an opportunity to have some fun and support a good cause at the same time.

Ottawa based "Fight For The Cure" has been running an evening of "White Collar Boxing" for several years now to raise money for the fight against Cancer. Sometimes the combatants are legitimate boxers. Sometimes they're guys with some public awareness and a score to settle.

This year's event features Liberal MP Justin Trudeau going toe-to-toe with Conservative Senator Patrick Brazeau, both of whom have brought all their political and media skills to bear in hyping what's now been dubbed everything from "The Thrilla On The Hilla" to "Rumble On The Rideau". 

The two have trash talked, almost come to blows at the weigh-in and invoked every "Rocky" cliche in an effort to make this year's event the biggest fundraiser so far.

Tickets sold out long ago. But, as mentioned, you can see their battle and the multiple grudge match under-card live on SUN-TV Saturday at 9:00 PM Eastern and 6:00 Pacific.

Those driven by partisan politics or simply the value of supporting a good cause can make donations to the fight against Cancer here.

Would that more of our endless political wrangles could be settled in as straightforward a fashion.



Fight For The Cure Teaser from Media Ball on Vimeo.

Newest Necklaces

I've been making some more necklaces using silver spoons..... I was down to just four in my etsy store :-) I've also made some bracelets and necklaces using rosary beads and watch cases....Try as I might, I just can't get a good photo of those...Tomorrow is a new day.... I'll try again then. So, for now I have them in a basket waiting there turn to get in front of the lens....Duh... I'm so silly, I should try using my other camera...When in doudt, swap it out!

Leafs Elimination Day

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Sorry. I’m a day late with this. But then, it does seem to come earlier every year.

But don’t worry. The CBC will still be broadcasting the team’s final two completely meaningless Saturday night games on the National network.

Because…

Well, because as far as the CBC is concerned, the Leafs are the only team that Canadian hockey fans want to watch.

I think it also saves on gas for the Hi-Def truck.

Cutbacks y’know…

Foiled Easter Egg

I found my huge stash of plastic eggs to be filled for this upcoming egg hunting season. In amongst the plastic eggs I found an egg made out of molded cardboard from a local candy store that I had saved to decorate into something more shabby-sweet. A smidge of blue foil, some old dresden trim, some millinery flowers and it came together beautifully.I also added some trim bits to a few other eggs... The blue one is so sweet.... now I want a huge basket filled with them... filled with chocolate of course~

A World Theatre Day Message

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Like many in the film and TV business, I come from the Theatre. It was my first love and every time I enter a live theatrical venue I feel a kind of serenity and warmth, perhaps a reminder that I’m “Home” maybe even back where I belong.

It’s not that the work I now do is less rewarding or less important. It’s just that it less often feels as rewarding and important.

Yeah, the money’s better. The audience is bigger. More people will know your name or see your work long after you’re gone. But the theatre, which evolved from religion as another way to serve the collective soul, feeds your own in a very profound way.

Most of what I am and do was discovered in the Theatre. May it ever be so.

And those values are no better expressed than in the words of commemoration offered today in honor of World Theatre Day by this year’s designated spokesman, John Malkovitch:

“May your work be compelling and original. May it be profound, touching, contemplative, and unique. May it help us to reflect on the question of what it means to be human, and may that reflection be blessed with heart, sincerity, candor, and grace.

May you overcome adversity, censorship, poverty and nihilism, as many of you will most certainly be obliged to do. May you be blessed with the talent and rigor to teach us about the beating of the human heart in all its complexity, and the humility and curiosity to make it your life's work.

And may the best of you - for it will only be the best of you, and even then only in the rarest and briefest moments - succeed in framing that most basic of questions, "how do we live?" Godspeed.” 

If you can’t get to a theatre this evening, please make the time to call one and buy a ticket for the near future. You and your work need the reminder and the restoration.

Happy World Theatre Day.

Recent Finds

I bought a box of vintage millinery flowers and old hats for $5.00 for the lot. A few crochet pieces and some vintage jewelry...and these silverware earrings for myself.

Lazy Sunday # 213: Day For Night

Day for Night La Nuit Americaine

Back in the 1970’s, I had this sophisticated New York girlfriend. By that I mean she’d lived all over the world and comfortably conversed in a half dozen languages while I was still struggling to find the right words in one. She also knew more about foreign films than anybody I’d met before or have encountered since.

One night when I was in the Big Apple, she announced she was taking me to see “the new Truffaut” at a nearby art house.

I knew who Francois Truffaut was. I’d spent the requisite hours familiarizing myself with the French “New Wave” and frankly, back then “The 400 Blows” and “Jules and Jim” did not deliver the kind of movie experience I either understood or appreciated.

I figured the film would be a bit of a slog. But I liked going to movies and I liked her, so off we went.

By the end of the opening shot, I was enthralled. And when the final credits rolled I loved the thought of making movies more than I ever had before.

The title of Francois Truffaut’s “La Nuit American” is the French term for underexposing exterior scenes (usually shot in bright sunlight) so they appear to be taking place at night. Day for Night.

It also reflects some of the film’s themes, “What’s more important, life or art?” and “Where does the real world end and fantasy begin?”

When you make a film, the intensity of the work, the long hours and personal demands made by the schedule soon warp the reality you used to live in.

Your life prior to joining the company and commencing production fades into the background as the borders of a new reality take shape around you.

The work becomes all-encompassing and your co-workers become your family. Like soldiers in combat, cops in a rough neighborhood or a team in the playoffs, little exists beyond the task at hand.

But “Day for Night” is also a passionate recreation of the sheer joy of making a film, particularly in a montage sequence that blossoms at a point when the lives of the cast and crew are showing the pressure of the Real vs Unreal conflict.

There is simply no more beautiful film about the making of film.

If you haven’t ever seen “Day For Night”, do something wonderful for yourself and see it. If all else fails, it is available in its entirety on Youtube.

And to either whet your appetite or remind you of what makes movie making so damn special, here is a short documentary on the making of the film followed by that memorable montage.

Enjoy Your Sunday…

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Since the weather has been so nice I've really been burning the candle at both ends out in my yard.I see my neighbors leisurely walking their dogs around the neighborhood while I am covered in dirt and muck. Some are even nice enough to pick up after their dogs go poop on our lawn..... no worries though-- hubby will just mow over it if you don't. I know right?The big count down has begun until this years pirate parties....78 days and counting.... I have visions of piratey things in everything I do and see... long straight branches cut off of one of 8 trees we are cutting down look like something I might turn into something.... maybe some swords?All fabric starts taking on the shape of ships sails and pirate bunting...
I have no time for e-mails and howdie-doos... I'm a BUSY girl I tell you! A quick bite to eat....Then a quick shower....Then bed..... I SAID "I had a headache"......Ohhhhhhhhhhh I'm getting to old for this...Big hugs to my buddy Jennie for all the funny pictures--- she sends me the bestest e-mails :-)

Hand made Pinata

I finished up a Pirate pinata today. I found a new in the box foam skeleton at a second hand store for .50¢ I cut up a large cardboard box and made the basic outline shape of the skeleton. I used hot glue to glue long narrow strips between the front and back of the pinata. Once the pinata was glued together--- I cut it in half and reattached it together gluing card stock paper to the pieces. This is going to be broken open by 3 to 5 year olds.... so I am hoping a couple of whacks and the candy will go flying! Once the pinata was put back together, I spray painted the whole thing black. I used a roll of black crepe paper streamer that I wound around my hand then just snipped so that when I unrolled it it was fringed. I then ran long lines of glue to adhere the fringed black crepe paper to the shape. I used hot glue to secure the foam skeleton to the pinata.Lastly, I added large red rhinestones for the eyes.... what a cutie~

Saint Patricks day Cake....

I whipped up a little dietetic birthday cake for my friend Patricia whose birthday was on Saint Patricks day... I added some glitter to the roses on top of the cake, along with rhinestones here and there. The eyes had a dull-stare to them so I glued green flat backed rhinestones to make them pop.This was a nice distraction from all the other projects that I have started and haven't finished. On top of all the fun stuff I've been working on, I decided to pull everything out of my kitchen cabinets and paint them.... just inside the cabinets mind you.... Its going to look ab-fab once I'm finished! *wink*

The Collective Vengeance of Rutherford B. Hayes

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If there’s one thing of which writers working in television are painfully aware, it’s that you have to do your research.

No relying on what you sorta remember from high school, using that great story your aunt told every Christmas or even Wikipedia. Don’t get your facts straight, somebody’s gonna call you on it.

You’ll soon discover the quote you credited to Shakespeare was written by a beat poet who wants royalties. Your aunt’s tale was the plot of a Warner Brothers film unseen since 1952. And Wikipedia is about as reliable as the user photos on a dating site.

Sometimes the comeuppance arrives as a letter pointing out the gun your hero used fires five shots not the six your story needed. Sometimes its a hilarious tweet fest exposing your complete misunderstanding of current urban slang for sex acts.

No matter the message or messenger –- it’s embarrassing – and potentially costly.

Unfortunately, not doing your research often seems to come with the territory when you hold a prestigious government job.

This cop show I once worked on had an episode wherein a nuclear plant suffered a power outage that almost caused a meltdown.

Our cop heroes worked the terrorist angle, only to discover the culprit was a small time crook knocking out burglar alarms.

Nice little “didn’t see that coming” plot we all liked, although we worried about recreating a Nuke plant control room on our budget.

Then our crack locations team discovered a nearby nuclear facility had an exact replica control room used for training and were more than happy to share.

I went along on the survey and asked the power company guide if there was anything in the script that didn’t track with reality.

“All of it!” she said. “But it’s just a TV show, right?”

Then I learned that nuclear plants don’t draw power from outside because they can’t afford to be compromised.

I called my producers and the network. But they liked the script the way it was and figured that 99.9% of our audience didn’t know how a nuke plant worked either.

The show ran and they were right. Not one note of correction or derision arrived.

And then I got a letter from a major American intelligence organization, complimenting the episode and requesting a copy to be used in training their agents.

I wrote back, explaining why our “terrorist plot” couldn’t be replicated in the real world.

I received a very firm reply demanding immediate compliance with their request or the consequences would be severe.

Truth was not going to stand in the way of a good story.

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Last week, President Obama made a speech designed to imply those opposed to some of his policies were social or technological Luddites, part of a long tradition of people unable to recognize progress when it was staring them right in the face.

He mentioned those who laughed at Columbus, didn’t see a future for the automobile and stated that the reason America’s 19th President, Rutherford B. Hayes, wasn’t on Mount Rushmore was because he had poo-poohed the invention of the telephone.

The quotes he used were all quite humorous in a “We’re all so much smarter than those people” way. Only problem was –- none of them were accurate.

In fact, they could all be found on a Wikipedia page listing “Incorrect Predictions” where many were falsely attributed or taken far out of context.

Hayes, for example, a career politician who enlisted on the Union side in the Civil War, was wounded five times in combat and came out of the conflict with the rank of General had, in fact, been the first President to install telephones in the White House. He was also the first to require his staff to use the typewriter.

Now, you can’t blame the President for that oversight. He’s got a lot on his plate and depends on a team of political strategists and speech writers to prep his public appearances.

They’re the ones who didn’t do the research. And their oversight, as the country gears up for an election, spawned an internet meme that became an overnight sensation, with Rutherford B. Hayes himself responding to the current President’s criticism.

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A meme that not only allowed the President’s detractors to poke a little fun, but to use the original mistake to prove the President’s critics were as hip to technology as his side.

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And what’s more could use it just as effectively to imply the guy in charge might not know what he was talking about on a lot of levels.

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Movie Star John Wayne was once quoted as saying, “Life’s tough. It’s tougher if you’re stupid.” And that’s never been truer than now, when virtually anybody with a web connection can instantly fact check what you’re selling them.

This morning, for example, I received an email request to invest in a film supporting the Occupy movement. Which, through the wonders of technology, I could do with the click of a key.

But via the same keys, I’d already read a CBS News report of an Occupy member saying the only way they can gain respect is by killing a few cops, as well as reports of New York cop families already receiving threats if Occupiers are arrested.

Kind of a long way from having those who trashed the economy brought to justice, isn’t it?

Do I really want to send money to publicize people thinking about killing cops –- and maybe their kids?

It’s become a tougher world in which to get people to drink your Kool-Aid, especially for those of us mixing the fictional version every day.

And the minute an audience realizes you’re playing on their ignorance, they begin looking somewhere else to suspend their disbelief –- or just find something else to believe in.

Lazy Sunday #212: Remember To Breathe

Okay, so we’re all done being Irish for another year. And more than a few of us, dealing with the after effects are vowing to maybe be a little ‘less’ Irish next St. Patrick’s Day.

Maybe it’s time to consider trying on somebody else’s heritage.

So, how about mine?

I was born in Alberta. I left when I was 3 for the “home” province of my allegiance now –- Saskatchewan. But every time I travel to our second most Westerly jurisdiction, I still feel that I belong.

Like some of the Irish, however, Canadians can be quite sectarian. And Alberta is oft maligned as “redneck”, “right-wing”, “stupid rich” or addicted to dirty oil.

But that just isn’t the place I know or experience when I visit.

From an artist’s point of view, it’s odd that theatres in the country’s center of the intellectual and artistic universe are struggling, while many in Alberta have had their best seasons.

Toronto playwrights and dramaturges fret that a play about a fictional prime Minister might court disfavor while a Calgary  company drew raves with a show critical of the oil patch that was sponsored and supported by several oil companies.

Despite the negative memes, this is a place unafraid of controversy, eager to try on new ideas and willing to take risks.

It’s also breathtakingly beautiful.

This would be a great year to explore Alberta for yourself. For starters, it’s the 100th anniversary of the Calgary Stampede, one of our most spectacular annual parties.

And there are literally hundreds of other things you can’t find anywhere else, from the world’s best dinosaur museum to pristine glacial lakes.

You might even be pleasantly surprised by what you encounter on visiting the Tar Sands.

My last trip through Alberta, I found a baseball cap inscribed “Canadian by birth. Albertan by the grace of God”.

It’s a sentiment most who visit will share.

Enjoy Your Sunday.

(Hit full screen and remember to breathe)

Happy St. Pat’s!

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I’m not Irish. But I was married to an Irish woman for about a dozen years, so I have a very clear idea of why you guys need to drink!

It’s become a St. Patrick’s Day tradition around here to share some of Ireland’s humor. Feel free to share it as freely as you share the Bushmill’s and Guinness…

Syria’s President Assad was sitting in his office wondering whom to oppress next when his telephone rang.
"Hallo, Mr. Assad!", a voice with an irish lilt said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Sligo. I’m ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"
"Well, Paddy," Assad replied, "How big is your army?"
"Right now," said Paddy, "There’s myself, Seamus Murphy from down the road, me cousin Sean and the dart team. That makes eight!"
Assad smiled. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have one million men ready to fight at my command."
"Saints preserve us!" said Paddy. "I'll ring you back!"
Next day, Paddy called again. "Mr. Assad, the war is still on! We’ve managed to acquire some infantry equipment!"
"What equipment would that be, Paddy?" Assad asked.
"We have two combines and Murphy's tractor."
Assad sighed. "I have 16,000 tanks, 14,000 armored personnel carriers and I've increased my army by a half million since we last spoke."
"I see…" said Paddy. "I'll get back to you."
Sure enough, he rang the next day. "Mr. Assad, the war’s still on! Harrigan's fit a shotgun to his ultra-light so we’re airborne and four boys from the Shamrock Pub have joined us as well!"
Assad cleared his throat. "Paddy, I have 1,000 bombers and 2,000 fighter planes. My country is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missiles. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!"
"Ah, you have, have you…", said Paddy, "I'll ring you back."
And true to his word, Paddy called again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr. Assad! I am sorry to tell you that we’ve had to call off the war."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Assad. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Well," said Paddy, "We had a long chat over a few pints, and there's just no fookin’ way we can feed two million prisoners."

Sláinte!!!

Lucky little cherubs

I whipped up a few things for some girl friends that I met up with the other night.... I painted some peat pots green and added a vintage graphic from "Imagi Meri's Creations" She has thee most delightful graphics :-) Next, I glued some vintage crepe paper and ribbon to the little pots and the containers were finished in a snap. Inside each little peat pot I tucked a little jar with a Saint Patricks day fairy in each one. I tied a four leaf clover tag to each little bottle.... I remember in my kindergarten class if you found a four leaf clover the teacher would tape to the center of a construction paper crown and you got to wear it all day long.... I think I'll make two crowns for my grand kids with four leaf clovers on them :-)
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