Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Favorite Purchase



I am not an enormous souvenier person. I actually tend to buy most of my souveniers in the grocery store, so even though I am a carry on person on the way out, I inevitably have to check my bag on the way back, because I am laden with bottles of olive oil, honey, fancy syrups and jams, whatever. My purchases never stray far from the kitchen. I went to Paris (god, I love saying that, it's so worth getting ripped off at the currency exchange) last fall, and I even came back with two mini-bottles of champagne in my bag, because I had bought them at the grocery store across from my apartment, and I was too cheap to throw the two I didn't drink out. I spent the entire (endless) flight worried that they were going to explode in my luggage from the pressure changes in the belly of the plane.

My favorite souvenier, though, is a tiny green tube. It's a lipstick that I bought on a one-day tour of Tangier, in Morocco, on a day trip from Spain. It's made of the cheapest green plastic imaginable, and the lipstick inside is BRIGHT GREEN. This is not because Moroccan women have a Kermit the Frog fetish. The lipstick is made of henna, and it reacts with your body chemistry to turn bright fuschia pink. It is, in fact, slightly reminiscent of what a drag queen might wear. I mean, we're talking VIVID.

I love it though, even though I almost never wear it (and then the lightest possible application), even though it sits, like a tiny green monolith, on my dressing table. I pick it up and remember that day - riding a camel (briefly), seeing a snake charmer, watching the men in their Arab robes walk with their hands clasped behind their backs, walk in the classic, contemplative manner of the Arab world - was I really that exotic person? Did I really go to AFRICA?

And then I put it back on the table and put on something more subtle. Something that suits my everyday life a little better. But I see it there, in its cheap green plastic finery, winking at me from behind the lip gloss. It whispers to me. You are not so ordinary, it says...

I choose to believe it.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

On The Cusp



Today it is 40 degrees in Atlanta, raining, and I think something is wrong with my bees. Sigh. It never ends, does it.

But tomorrow I leave for Paris, so life is looking up... of course it's forty degrees and raining there, too, but I can pretend to be Gene Kelley and do "Singin' in the Rain". Until the gendarmes come take me away.

So until then, I will meditate on this lovely flower, from the gardens of the Alahambra, in Granada, Spain. Taken last year in May.

And practice my tap dancing.



Monday, November 24, 2008

Bigness


Seriously, they don't call it the GRAND Canyon for nothing.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Tracey's big adventure

72 hours in the Film Business... a cautionary tale.

Tracey’s Day
Volume XVII:
Olympian Heights of Stupidity

7.30am - Director arrives from out of town, hates hotel. Has to be moved

8.00 am – Change director hotel reservations

8.30 – craft service falls thru. No snacks, no show

10.05 – need to leave for tech scout at 10.30

10.07 – call new hotel for credit auth fax

10.10 - need to leave for scout

10.12 – hotel fax comes

10.15 – seriously, need to leave for scout. Gonna be late

10.17 – no time to do credit auth, have to do when get back

10.20 am – finally leave for scout.

10.25 – stop for gas. Beyond lateness now

11.00 – Arrive at scout. Everyone else late too

11.00-3pm – follow Producer around at scout, pretending I know what’s going on

3.30 pm – find new craft service person, yay. Snack crisis averted

4.00 p – PA’s leave to get cube truck, as camera has to be picked up before 5.30

4..15p – Accountant calls from camera house. Production company owes 7,000 dollars in
back bills. No camera gear for us til it’s paid

4.20 – Call accountant at production company. Claims to have no idea what camera
house is talking about

4.22 – Art Department calls, has massive hot dog cart that needs to be picked up before
5.30

4.30 – Camera House Accountant forwards unpaid invoice

4.35 – Oh, THAT $7,000. Here’s a credit card to put it on.

4.45 – Credit card declined.

4.50 – EP calls bank, gets cc cleared

5pm – Finalize deals with camera department. “You’re so helpful,” they say. I assure
them that I LOVE the camera department. It’s the WARDROBE department I hate. A
percipient statement, as it turns out

6.pm – PA locks keys in the 15 pass van

6.02 – With it running!?!?!?!

6.10 – Call AAA.

10pm – place call #2342 to Producer. Not responding

11pm – pack it in. go to sleep.

11.15 – phone rings. Sound guy claims didn’t get map.

11.20 – pack it in. go to sleep

11.30 – phone rings. Security guy wants to double check call times.

11.45 – third time’s the charm. Go to sleep.

12.45 am – phone rings. Driver from Hotel car service says wardrobe girl’s flight has
landed. Sadly no sight of wardrobe girl.

12.50 am – Driver calls again, says hotel has called him and wardrobe girl has already
checked in.

12.51 – Call hotel to confirm check in. Turns out to not be correct.

1am – Call driver, beg him to stay until I can find out where wardrobe girl is.

1.10 – 1.30 – On phone with Delta, trying to find out if Wardrobe girl is on any flight,
anywhere. Delta says she has canceled her flight and taken a voucher. Wardrobe
department: completely MIA.

1.30 – Hotel Driver gives up after two hour wait.

1.40 – Producer calls, just to see how things are going. Apparently has not received any of
the 4,000 panicked messages I have left her this evening.

2.00 am – pack it in. go to sleep

2.15 am – wardrobe girl calls, is bitch beyond belief. Wants to know where her car
service is.

2.16 am – Add wardrobe girl to “hold grudge against for life” list. Funny how that list
isn’t getting any shorter

2.17 am – Remember earlier conversation with camera guy. Who knew I had the gift of
prophecy?

2.20am – fifth time’s the charm. Go to sleep

4.15 am – alarm goes off. Who am I kidding? Reset for 5.15 am, sacrifice hairstyle.

4.16 am - And showering

5.15 am – Morning so soon?

5.20 am – early pa calls looking for call times

5.50 am – early pa shows up, smells of liquor from 3 feet away

6 am – second pa calls in sick

6.10 am – third pa calls to tell me he has left his phone home. Calling from someone
else’s phone, obviously

6.30 am – get hopelessly disoriented on one way streets downtown. Lack of sleep
possibly a factor

6.40 - fourth pa 20 mins late

6.55 – fifth pa, 35 mins late

7.05 am – fifth pa sits down to eat breakfast, despite major lateness. Anytime you feel
like working, buddy….

9.30 a,m – Client shows up with her chiuaua mix

10.00 – Female star talent shows up one hour late, with her yorkie in tow

10.15 – Female star’s ‘Manager’ (ie best friend from High school) shows up, clutching
tiny maltese puppy

11 am – number of little rat dogs now running around in restaurant we are using for talent holding: five. Number of
health codes we are breaking: uncounted

11.30 am - Male star talent shows up, four hours late. Mercifully dogless.

12.00 pm – Client leaves her rat dog with me to babysit – says she will “settle down and
sleep”. Fat chance

12.55 pm – Dog has been fussing constantly for an hour. Perhaps a walk will help

12.57 pm – Get ten feet out of door, dog goes into seizure,falls to the ground choking
and foaming at the mouth. Grab dog off of ground and rush into restaurant, frantically
calling for help on the radio. Dog pees all over me.

12.59 pm – Client comes running into restaurant, just as I get dog semi revived. Casually
mentions that dog is epileptic. “I can’t believe I didn’t tell you that!” Neither can I...

1.15 – send pa in search of replacement pants

1.30 pm – Lunch

1.31 pm – Morning talent released, all come to me looking to get paid. Guess lunch will
have to wait.

2.15 pm – Caterer comes looking for payment, since lunch is over. Still havent’t eaten.

2.20 pm – Finally fix self plate

2.22.pm – Walk outside to tell Producer something before I sit down and eat. Get asked to
watch her dog while she gets her food. Dog eyes plate hungrily.

2.35 – Helen comes back with locations scout. Scout Bumps into me, knocking my
plate into the street. Clearly not destined to eat lunch.

2.40 – get fresh plate.

2.41 - Food not all that good actually

2.45 – Still no sign of replacement pants.

2..50 – Producer asks me to watch her dog while she goes to do something. Not the best idea
under the circumstances

3.00 – Talent that left before lunch still needed. Oops.

3.10 – covered in dog drool now. Nice addition to the pee

3.20 – Helen returns, takes dog. Considerably relieved.

3.30 – WHERE ARE MY NEW PANTS?

3.35 – Jessica in Art Department tells me I look like I’ve lost weight. Love, Love, Love
the art department.

3.50. – new pants arrive, fit perfectly. Praise God. Actually nicer than the pants I was
wearing.

4.00 – Production shocked – shocked! that it might rain. At 4 pm. In the summer. In the
south. JUST LIKE IT DOES EVERY OTHER DAY.


5.00 – Helen leaves to supervise the casting for the other job she’s producing this week.

5.15 – Client comes in wanting to know where we can find playback gear, which they did
not want to pay for originally so we didn’t order it. At 5 pm on a Saturday?

5.30 – 6.pm – Frantically call all over town for playback gear. No can do

6 pm – order dinner for crew – 8 large pizzas

7pm – look at large, mutinous crew. Double pizza order

8pm – Go to Female star Talent and tell her her driver will pick her up at 7 am for her
return flight. She informs me she doesn’t want to go back tomrrow, will return on
Monday instead.

8.30 – Call travel agent at home on Saturday night to change this bimbo’s flight. This is
going to be a pleasant conversation

10.30 – Camera wraps, 2.5 hours behind schedule. Start cleaning up the mess

11.45pm – pick up last scrap of trash in street. Roll out!

12 am – Meet Helen and Marc for drink at local pub. Just one.

12.10am – Well, maybe two.

12.15am – Gosh that Phelps kid is fast

12.30 – head home. Sleeeeeep

7am – up and at em!

7.30 – Call hotel and cancel female talent’s hotel –to-airport shuttle

8.15 – Pa who is supposed to be picking up first airport run at 9 am is not here to pick up
the van yet. Disconcerting

8.30 am – Said PA calls, looking for directions to my house. Clearly not making the 9am
pickup

8.40 am – Call hotel, arrange for hotel-airport shuttle for 9am dude

9am – PA finally shows up, casually mentions he stopped partying about 90 minutes ago.
Why, Why, Why would you mention that? To your boss? When you are half an hour late
for work?

9.30 am – Get call from Hotel. Female Talent’s yorkie howled and barked all night. Now
charging us a pet fee, $200

9.45 - Also, there were two dogs. In a non-pet hotel.

10am – Get call from Producer, Client has realized she left her dog carrier with us, needs it
to make her noon flight.

10.15 – Call PA, tell him to come here and get the dog carrier

10.40 am – PA leaves for hotel with carrier. Client not making that noon flight, that ‘s for
sure

11 am – Client left for airport before he got there. PA now has to follow her to airport

12pm – PA calls, is at airport with client. Great, except that means he’ll miss the 12.15
hotel to airport pickup we have scheduled.

12.05 – Call hotel shuttle people. Again.

12.15 – start cringing whenever phone rings

1pm – Stop bailing. Ship going down anyway….

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Breaaaaaddd....

Thursday night we went to the Horizon Theater in Atlanta to see the new musical, "Song of the Living Dead" which is a musical love story about Zombies. It is absolutely hilarious and we laughed ourselves sick (easier than usual because it's pretty gory) and I beg you, beseech you, if you live anywhere in the Southern half of the Northern Hemisphere to go and see it. Twice.

This morning I went to the Farmer's Market to do, well, the marketing, and I picked up a loaf of hot, fresh French Baguette bread, and as usual I didn't even make it out to the car before I was tearing off one end and stuffing it in my mouth, like I'd never eaten before. Like THAT's likely. And I realized that as I was stuffing my face I was mmmming and yuuummmming and moaning "mmmBreaaaadddd..." and I sounded EXACTLY like the Zombies in the play when they were moaning "Braaaaaiiinnnsss...."

Which is pretty funny when you think about it.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Now with Added Smoke Flavor

I went out on Saturday night to see Big City Burlesque, one of the retro-burlesque troupes in town (there are three). Not being attentive to the flyer, I showed up about forty-five minutes early, so I got my ticket and walked over to a local cafe to grab a snack.

As I sat, idly perusing the freebie newspaper I'd picked up on the way in, I noticed vaguely that the cafe was awfully smokey. I was on the patio so I assumed someone was smoking at an adjoining table. Or maybe some heavy diesel burner was going by. God, it WAS smokey. What on earth...?

I glanced up to realize, I had set my own newspaper on fire with the candle on the table. Aaargh! Newsprint burns quite fiercely in case you've wondered. I blew on it, but that only made it worse. Fortunately I had the presence of mind to roll the paper up quickly and smother it. And fortunately the tables around me were filled with jaded hipsters who apparently did not notice my attempt at inadvertent self-immolation, because they would have had to stop comparing their eco-chic outfits in ordere to do so.

Still, embarrassing. Thank god the waiter was stoned and I wasn't wearing polyester. I'll be able to go back.

Once again proving I don't have to go far from home to get myself in trouble.....

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Weirder and Weirder



And just in case babysitting dormant butterflies isn't enough, I just pushed back from my desk and thought,

"Oh, that reminds me. I have to feed the bees tonight."

When did I become the fucking Bug Whisperer?

(Photo of my bees, above. Not stolen from anybody.)