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Jae and I with Will Moseley; producer Mark Johnson, who's also worked on films as disparate as Donnie Brasco and The Notebook.
I uncomfortably revisited fangirl roots today to test out journalistic ground. Lesson: despite the fact that VFF's theme this year is "Revelations: Finding God at the Movies", bring a handsome British Boy and you won't get very much relevant discussion out of the audience; you'll be lucky if you get past questions about Underlying Sexual and Possibly Incestuous Tension On-screen. I just made the unhappy discovery that the mic on my digital camera is screwed. However, it's clear from the animated handwaving alone that William "King Peter" Moseley is already one charming, media-savvy tyke, and all of nineteen. Note the very Malfoy-like smirk in above picture. LIFE IS UNFAIR.
The Hat is from Clara and Shu-En so I bore it bravely.
Randomly, my bday's one day before Gm's. Being a first-year and on his merry way out of soberity, he attacked me with the feather duster that came with the hat. Cecil and HP are S'porean cold-wusses and I'm not sure where the blankets came from. Michelle is ready for Halloween and hawt.
The best present, I think, was Leesburg on Saturday, although I felt like crap afterwards for copping out of Culturefest. Unhurried bus conversations, iPod killer shuffle, passing farms and forests shot through with fall colours. All the girls literally beelining off in different directions when we were let off at the outlet mall, getting a skirt and two dresses and having the straight-out-of-Queer-Guy cashier pronounce the little black one "so cute" so we had happy conversation about wearing it with jeans or knee-high boots. And finding the best, creamiest hazelnut latte ever tasted at the Daily Grind.
She shakes out that hair at Old Cabell and Brown.
Where I live now! Path up to the IRC, then Munford porch.
My favourite picture - this is the Glass Tunnel That Serves No Purpose aside from the fact that it connects Munford and Gwathmey, and can be useful for playing nasty trapping tricks on visitors because you need your ID card to get through either end.
Nicole Newnham and Many Uch: director and subject of Sentenced Home, I took this bad photo at the post-screening Q&A session. They plopped down next to my group later at the informal dinner reception. I COULD HAVE DIED - talk about being expected to instantly!schmooze.
Some weekends ago, I was on a class trip at the DC Asian-Pacific American Film Festival. It was amazing - I experienced first-hand how a film festival is hardly just the showcasing of a particular genre, but also an immediate launch pad for discussion of subject matter presented. The filmmakers were a lot more like social activists than celebrities, no red-carpet shinies. The Asian-American media arts field is fundamentally a political (rather than a cultural or ethnic-based) movement - Many Uch represents Cambodian ex-criminals in America who are exiled to their native land and forcibly separated from their families in the US post 9-11, after years of buiding roots, coaching Little League, buying pink tricycles for their daughters. International Rescue Committee fliers, diatribes from the audience about the San-Fransisco based Asian-American comedy troupe 18 Mighty Mountain Warriors' (who you may remember more for this skit) perpertuating stereotypes through parody.
The Virginia Film Festival begins next week; I'll be seeing Blankets-esque Jesus Camp and Narnia again because William Moseley or kid-who-plays-Peter will be there. (Star lineup also includes Morgan Freeman and Everything is Illuminated director Liev Schreiber. Sweet Charlottesville will be invaded!)
Finally, some Sept articles before essays ate me up:
And not the last ok!
As my own comes up in about two weeks' time, I'm beginning to feel that birthdays are uncomfortably political things. Like Enlin's needing to deceive, annoy and subsequently befuddle Arthur so we could ambush him at the Incubator (our all-girl U-Heights apartment). As unofficial photographer of ninny behavior, though, I give it 10/10:
And I heart my CCF girls.
I'm currently out of fuel (i.e. sleep, bath, general human necessities I forget I need), so thematically divergent issues, tomorrow.
