Giving Thanks...
I've been on a film for 2 months and not just any film, an emotion filled roller coaster of a film with Faye Dunaway. I haven't had a day off... I 've gone from Production Designer to Assistant Director to Editorial Supervisor and that was just last week. I know, I know. Today is a day to be thankful. I'd be thankful to be alone on a desert island! A real bed would be nice too! But first I have to finish off a room to put it in. When? The truth is Faye is a whirling dirvish that wraps a string around me like a top and has me whirling too. I'm fayeweary (a new word!) and I just want to sit and stare, maybe read, something other than a movie script

Heart, and Soul Patch...
By Matthew Storey 'Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs' Romeo & Juliet - Act 1, Scene 1 'You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame' Hamlet - Act 3, Scene 4 William Shakespeare Forgive the Prince his mean streak, he's in the midst of ripping Gertrude a new one and almost assuredly would not have seen the meaning in the phrase for a middle-aged Guru, living in an (then) undiscovered land, up at 3:30AM and penning nonsense because nonsense addles his soul... She, of course, deserved every bit of his ire and he, well he probably WOULD understand. Funny that. I used to love w

To the Moon, and back...
By Matthew Storey Lonely looking sky...lonely sky...lonely looking sky, and being lonely, makes you wonder why Jonathan Livingston Seagull Lonely Looking Sky - Neil Diamond Everyone does 'Goodbye' differently. Some of us embrace the change that death or departure brings. Some of us dread it. Doesn't matter. The one you love one day decides to move on. The one you love gets sick. The one who was always there and kept the possibility of a smile, and a good world, isn't there anymore.

Underneath Skin
By Mary Hannington Contempt loves the silence It thrives in the dark With fine winding tendrils That strangle the heart They say that promises Sweeten the blow But I don't need them No, I don't need them I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable I'm a slow dying flower Frost killing hour The sweet turning sour And untouchable Natalie Merchant – Skin Ophelia is one of the most

Zen and the City
By Mary Hannington There's a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock
 and some black Jamaican stud

 There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags

 I almost fell into my mug

 There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant

 And some Homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx

 But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary

 you won't hear those voices again

 And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita

 you'll never see those faces again Halloween Parade – Lou Reed The fa