Not much time to post this week, because I’ve been working at the TriBeCa Film Festival. If you thought rubbing elbows with the hoi polloi of celluloi would be the ultimate experience in enchantment and glamour, you’re right on, mister:
• GASP! as I set up crowd barricades in a cold, pissing rain!
• CONVULSE! as I haul press backdrops through the rows of fetid dumpsters on Pace University’s loading dock!
• REACT INDIFFERENTLY! as I get the skunk-eye from Surly Hardware Store Employee while trying to return some unused paint and lumber!
It is truly a magic, magic medium.
In this season of transitional weather (and almost constant runny noses), it’s mostly convenient that Robert can blow his own nose. In fact, he insists on it. His Eureka! moment came when he finally remembered to close his mouth as he blew, sending two massive loogies down his shirt front.
He’s gotten much better at remembering to have a tissue in his hands when he “cleans house,” and this morning he let loose with a particularly mighty effort that blew his tissue to pieces. After viewing the wreckage, he announced, “I need some tape to fix my Kleenex.”