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22 july 1999 |
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a news quiz
i have to stop listening to npr. |
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I'm doing this as much for me as for you. I've realized that I hear a bunch of stuff on the news and realize I'm not sure precisely what I'm hearing and what I know. So I wrote up a bunch of questions and then went to hunt down the answers. See if you can do better than I.
Tuesday night in class one woman's writing got so much praise--including one guy saying, "I want you to e-mail me what happens once class is over"--that I got into a total funk. Whatever else you hear, writing is a competitive sport. After class, Jerrilyn and I sat together for a while and chatted about writing. She mentioned a cliche I was headed for, so I was happy to hear about that and avert danger. It's fun talking to her.
Wednesday I went to Pacific Palisades to visit my friend Terri. We had breakfast at Terri's (a restaurant) and I got to see the great new house she and her husband Andrew bought. Way cool. Color me envious. Of course, for many years they lived together, with her two kids, in a tiny apartment in Santa Monica, so they're pretty happy--this is new for them. We watched a few dailies from Andrew's latest movie in production, The Hollow Man. Dailies for big-budget Hollywood movies crack me up, because they look--and more importantly, sound--like student films. They have the hiss, they have the weird ambient noises, they look just as dorky (because they haven't been color-corrected). And somehow they're transferred into that magic we see in the theaters. I came home and wrote a little bit before Writing Group and Wine Tasting Society, which had been postponed from last week--and suddenly got two new members. I opined that we should rename the group the Skeet Ulrich Appreciation Society, because whenever we need an example of a young, good-looking guy, we always say "Skeet Ulrich." Our example of an older, weary man is George Clooney. We try to keep our finger on the pulse of Hollywood casting. I had a vicious headache all evening though, so I don't know what use I was. I couldn't even read the outline that Jennifer (a new member, and Aaron's girlfriend) handed out. Me, not able to read something. Oy.
Today I worked on my quiz.
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Copyright 1999 Diane Patterson |