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o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o R E D T A I L C R A F T F A I R red tail, blue tail, yellow tail, BIG SALE Do you want to find some funky crafts & wares for your fabulous friends & fam this holiday season? Does the classic holiday fair format bore you? Come enjoy a craft fair made BY artists FOR artists. There will be snacks, drinks, musicians, djs, performers & amazing wares Saturday, the 12th of December 2009 3pm-7pm Redtail Artists Collective 369 Congress Street Boston 7th FloorCustomers pay $3 at the door, at which time you will receive a $3 coupon to use at *ANY* vending station Cool stuff to expect: blown glass items, hula hoops, fire toys, metal jewelry, feather hair pins, water colors, horns, IPOD sweaters, costumes, up-cycled & funked out clothing & much more... ***LOVELY MUSICAL ATMOSPHERE**** Paul & Su will be doing an acoustic set ~ Eartha & Baz will be doing DJ sets*** Come support the folks who add the unique flavor to your city! o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o O O o o Tags: fairs/carnivals/amusement parks
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I've realized something extremely frustrating this week about New York's waterfront.
I'm a student filmmaker. I shoot videos, not for profit, but for fun and for my classes. I'm shooting a film in a few weeks where I need to see the skyline. Some accessible waterfront property in Long Island City, Greenpoint or Williamsburg would be ideal. But guess what? There is none.
At least none I can use. Why? Well, a lot of it is private property. Some of it legitimate private property, and some of it illegal private property. There are a lot of PUBLIC streets that are fenced off (illegally) by companies who claim it as their property despite it being a public street owned by the city of New York. So, I can't go to the ends of those streets.
The two main parks (Gantry Plaza and East River) are owned by the state. What does that mean? It means they want to charge me a ridiculous amount of money and wait up to a month to get permits from the state that allow me to film there. Oh, and they only allow it Monday-Friday. (This particular shoot needs to be on a Sunday). If they catch you filming there (as they've done to me twice before at Brooklyn Bridge Park) they kick you out immediately.
And then there's WYNC Transmitter Park which would be great, but the geniuses who "renovated" it recently put up a big beautiful chain link fence that separates land and water and obstructs the view I need.
Water Taxi Beach is another option, I haven't called them yet, but I'm assuming I already know what their answer will be.
So, what do I do? Trespass on some business' property (who are likely closed on Sunday) and risk being arrested? Sure, I could go to Jersey but due to time constraints and my unfamiliarity with the area it's not ideal.
Is there any spot between N 11th street in Williamsburg and the Queensboro Bridge that anybody knows about that I may not?
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Last Sunday, out of the blue my mom tells me that she has a pelvic ultrasound scheduled for the following day. What? Why? Well, it turns out that mom had been having some unexplained bleeding, so she went to her doctor about it (even though she was "sure" it was nothing) and her dr did a uterine biopsy and ordered the ultrasound. At the time she told me this on Sunday, the biopsy results weren't in yet (remember that the previous week had been Thanksgiving week). I was pretty surprised, because these are the kinds of things my mom usually tells me about while they're going on, rather than a week later. So I had a bit of a bad feeling. I called her Monday night to ask how the ultrasound went, and she told me that they had seen what appeared to be a 5-centimeter mass on one of the ovaries. Everyone was apparently pretty taken aback by this, because the symptoms she was having were not the usual symptoms of ovarian cancer. I think that mom had kind of geared herself up in her mind to having uterine cancer; wherein you remove the uterus and that's pretty straightforward. Ovarian cancer is a whole other beast. Still, after meeting with the surgeon, she felt reassured that the chances of it being cancer seemed slim. Oh yeah -- did I mention, the surgeon stayed late at the end of the day to meet with her, the very next day after her ultrasound? And then put her on his operating schedule for Friday, three days after that? There are definitely some perks to working in the cancer field (specifically, mom works in the breast-cancer research center at her hospital; and the doctors she works most closely with are very familiar with their colleagues in the other cancer areas). So on Friday, mom had the surgery. It turns out that the mass -- about the size of a tennis ball -- was mostly benign, but buried inside it was one little "nugget" that came back cancerous. :( So they removed both ovaries, the uterus, some lymph nodes, and some other stuff. What was supposed to be a brief laparoscopic procedure turned into major abdominal surgery. Now mom is looking at two or three more days in the hospital (at minimum) and then, at some point after she gets out, chemotherapy. :( On the bright side, the prognosis is excellent. Ovarian cancer is dangerous because in most cases, it doesn't get caught early. Usually it doesn't get found until it has already spread throughout the neighboring areas. In this case, it was extremely well contained, and unless the lymph nodes come back positive (we won't know that for about another week), we can feel pretty confident that that was all of it. The bottom line: Mom got very lucky. She told me on Sunday that when her breast-cancer patients (some of whom don't actually have breast cancer, but are at high risk for it) have postmenopausal vaginal bleeding, she always tells them to get it checked out even though their inclination is not to; and almost always, it turns out to be nothing. So when it happened to her, she told herself that she would be a hypocrite if she didn't get it checked out, even though, again, her instinct was to ignore it. Thank goodness she decided to practice what she preaches! And thank goodness her doctor friends were able to pull strings and get her onto this guy's surgical schedule so quickly. And, you know, thank goodness for that bleeding in the first place, which remains unexplained. I asked the doctor what he thought about it. He said, you know, it's a mystery. The uterus was normal, and ovarian cancer doesn't typically cause bleeding. He actually said, you gotta wonder if maybe it was the body's way of trying to alert us that something was wrong. Who knows? Anyway, needless to say it has been a difficult few days. I'm worn out. I'll post more later, I guess. Tags: fuck cancer, medical, mom
Current Mood:  stressed
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A snappy I took backstage
in the shower of the House of Blues in San Diego ofAmanda Palmer
Lenka, who I bought my car from this week. Thanks, Lenka! :)
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I'm sitting here ostensibly working on a blog post about the last two weeks but not very well. Which means a fair amount of twiddling around LJ maxomai brings up Ouija boards, which reminds me ... We watched Paranormal Activity a couple weeks ago and I really liked it. Which got me thinking about ghosts and Conan Doyle and Spirit Photography and ectoplasm and Houdini and locked cabinets and all the sorts of things my mind will run to if given any room. This lead me to a rare book store where I got a copy of Patience Worth a book, dictated via Ouija board (or psychosis) to a man named Casper Yost (I wonder if he was friendly) and published in 1916. My copy is green and gold and beautiful and inscribed in the front "Property of the Bellingham Psychic Research Center" -- which is almost as cool as the book itself. It contains poetry, prose, and a play, works Mr. Yost assures us are the musings of the spirit of Patience Worth, delivered from Beyond The Grave like a telegram. Sadly though, Patience Worth is a terrible playwright and an even worse poet.
I climb a web to reach a star,
And stub my toe against a moonbeam
But that didn't stop it from becoming a runaway best seller. I imagine Casper sitting at his desk, perhaps a witchboard nearby for appearances sake, tapping his pencil on his forehead and jotting down the first thing that comes to mind. But all that reminded me of this photo that Feisty Diva of Peacock Blue Designs and I did a few years ago. I'm quite fond of it. Were I to do it again, I'd do it in the dark and light it better and have the candles actually going. I didn't know so much about lighting back then. It's nice to see that I've come a distance, improved technically, and still retained a stylistic voice.  I think I'm going to make some bananna bread and not so much lament everything that I didn't get done today. Current Mood:  accomplished
Current Music: tatty purring in my ear
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