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I'm glad it's raining, it's a good day to stay inside and move things around, I'm talking about editing, of course, moving words, moving sentences, moving sounds and images.
It's not so good for poor Keni the collie. He is pacing, worried about his sheep, the mythical sheep that live only in his imagination, though he looks for them everywhere during storms: the broom closet, under the sink, in the laundry room. When he was a puppy we took him to Ewe-topia and he did a little sheep herding. He took right to it, his instinct kicked in and soon the sheep were running in circles, led by little Keni. It was like poetry watching him, he knew just what to do and the sheep, well, they seemed to think this is what they were supposed to do to. I felt kinda sad for him having to go home to our little house, all we had was a cat and a backyard, though he did love to herd Annalise and her friends when we went to the park.
We're about ready to announce all the details about the Summer Film Camp for Girls. I'm getting more excited about it. I wish there had been such things when I was a girl. We had softball (mean girls), summer camp, church camp and the summer recreation program. We hung out at the community pool and walked to the Stop and Go and back for candy. I guess we did okay, but it would have been cool to make films back then, too.
A friend sent me the book, Blink. It's about how decisions made instantly are proven to be as accurate/correct/right as those we worry over for days. According to the book, we're wired to make decisions quickly, we know more than we know we know.
Maybe that's why I decided today was a good day to make a particular phone call. I made the call, it went well, progress, forward motion, in a blink.
It's not so good for poor Keni the collie. He is pacing, worried about his sheep, the mythical sheep that live only in his imagination, though he looks for them everywhere during storms: the broom closet, under the sink, in the laundry room. When he was a puppy we took him to Ewe-topia and he did a little sheep herding. He took right to it, his instinct kicked in and soon the sheep were running in circles, led by little Keni. It was like poetry watching him, he knew just what to do and the sheep, well, they seemed to think this is what they were supposed to do to. I felt kinda sad for him having to go home to our little house, all we had was a cat and a backyard, though he did love to herd Annalise and her friends when we went to the park.
We're about ready to announce all the details about the Summer Film Camp for Girls. I'm getting more excited about it. I wish there had been such things when I was a girl. We had softball (mean girls), summer camp, church camp and the summer recreation program. We hung out at the community pool and walked to the Stop and Go and back for candy. I guess we did okay, but it would have been cool to make films back then, too.
A friend sent me the book, Blink. It's about how decisions made instantly are proven to be as accurate/correct/right as those we worry over for days. According to the book, we're wired to make decisions quickly, we know more than we know we know.
Maybe that's why I decided today was a good day to make a particular phone call. I made the call, it went well, progress, forward motion, in a blink.
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