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Lake County Folk Festival comes to the Eustis Mainstreet
for all the lastest info on this event. Look for the event report on Sunday.

Free Museum Day 2009

This will be the 8th Annual Museum Day sponsored by Smithsonian magazine. Participating museums nation wide will offer free admission to guests with a Museum Day card. The card is good for two free admissions to the participating museum of your choice.

Some of the featured museums include Virginia Museum of Natural History in Virginia. The Irving Arts Center in Texas, South Street Seaport Museum in New York, Memorial Hall in Massachusetts and the Seminole A-Tah-Thi-Ki Museum in Florida.

Over 60 museums are participating in the state of Florida and over 50 in Texas. Many more all over the country will accept the Museum Day card. You can get yours by filling out a short form then download for later printing at the Smithsonian web site at http://microsite.smithsonianmag.com/museumday/index.html

There is a full listing of all participating museums on the website for Museum Day. They range from art and history to cultural and science. There is some place for everyone to explore on Museum Day.

Have your box of tissues ready this is going to be a big opener! Sept. 21st at 10pm.

The Academy of  Television Arts and Sciences (the people behind the Emmys) have disallowed writers from eligibility in the category of Best Series. Apparently earlier in the process they tried to cut writers out of several other categories of awards.

Under great protest this was reversed but now this decision has come forth. That series staff writers will not be eligible to partake in the Best Series category.  In truth with out writers there would be no Best Series to nominate.

There would be no dialogue for the actors to give their best performances to earn nominations with. The Best Series award is meant to recognize the entire staff of the show. Doesn’t that include the writers?

The following is from Doris Egan on the subject of writers being left out of this category, thanks to the LAT The Envelope blog.

— “What do you do when someone spits in your drink?”

Television writers are upset, depressed, and just plain angry. The reason why can be found a letter from the Television Academy of Arts and Sciences, aka “The People Who Run the Emmys.”

If you watch the Emmys, you’ve seen what happens when the “Best Series” prize is awarded; a ridiculously large group of people go up on stage, where they shift uncomfortably but happily from one foot to another while their boss makes a speech. These are the faces behind the show: the writer-producers, mainly, usually along with a few director-producers and line producers. They are the people who create and round out the characters, design the story arcs, write the words the actors speak. As it turns out, however, these tasks are considered unimportant by an Academy whose raison d’etre is supposed to be acknowledging and rewarding quality of effort. The Academy has determined two things:

1) Only a producer should receive an award for “Best Series.”
2) Only a producer who spends a greater portion of their time producing other people’s episodes than writing their own should receive an award for “Best Series.”

Directing producers, in. Line producers, in. Writing producers… well, the Academy’s letter reads:

“A priority of the Acadmy is preserving the value of the Emmy Award thus insuring that those who are most deserving and actively involved are the ones honored with nomination.”

That would not include writers, apparently. Though it would include people who do the scheduling and handle the budgets, and it would include producer-directors.

(The award, by the way, is not for “Best Producer.” It is called “Best Series.” It is simply a tradition that producers have received it; were I King, I’d give everybody on the show an award, and as for who could come up on stage, I’d say, “Choose two writer-producers, two production-oriented producers, and two actors.” Because, let’s be real. If we’re talking about who contributes to “Best Series,” the actors have something to do with it.)

Before I go any further, I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “Why should I care?” Indeed, you may be asking, “Why should you care?” It’s just another stupid awards ceremony, you’re thinking.

If you think that, you’re correct. But if you think that status in this foolish town does not translate into power, money, and the opportunity to do the work you love, then God bless your naivete. I could write a treatise listing all the ways this is so. And here’s the trouble with the way writers fit into this picture: they’re low-key. They’re pathetically grateful to be making a living writing. Whenever discussions of money take place, within two minutes or less a writer will point out to other writers that we make a comfortable salary in a world where people are starving. This is true, but it’s not an attitude that gets you very far in Hollywood. This is a town full of loud-talking narcissists, who walk in laying claim to everything. You may recall the island of Laputa in Gulliver’s Travels, where no one could have a conversation without a person designated as an “ear flapper,” who would strike the person who was supposed to be listening and make them pay attention. In Hollywood, there are entire companies whose sole reason for existing is to attach themselves to a writer with the promise that they can get somebody to listen to them. (And I’m not talking about agents.) There are directors who direct a pilot, leave, and retain executive producer status for the rest of the series run. A great many people, all along the way, puff up their status and take a huge chunk of power and budget from the studio. Writers, however, come from a long tradition of holing up in their caves and working. They are rarely political. Frankly, they are often political idiots.

They do work, however. Let’s talk about that. Writers come up with the ideas that become episodes of the show. On many shows, every writer works on building every single episode, and then one person goes off and writes it. On other shows, every writer contributes to other episodes when asked, and spends the bulk of their time building their own episodes. All writers join in brainstorming general ideas and creating the overall series arcs. None of this counts with the Academy however, and I’ll tell you why: it’s writing.

Now, shows are all run differently, but on the vast majority of them, writer-producers also have producing duties. This may include re-writing other writers; it almost certainly includes things like casting; participating in concept, tone, scheduling, wardrobe, and production meetings; going on location scouts; giving editing notes; and showing up on set at 6:00 in the morning for the first rehearsal and not leaving till that night’s wrap. None of this counts with the Academy, however, and I will tell you why: most often, a writer-producer is producing an episode that they have written themselves. Again, that taint of writing is involved. Each writer-producer is spending a larger proportion of their total hours doing that awful writing than they are producing, and that’s just not being “deserving and actively involved” in the show.

Mind you, even if every single writer-producer on a show only produced episodes they’d written themselves, that means that — why, good heavens! One hundred percent of the episodes of that show were produced by that show’s writing staff.

That would be the same staff that used to be eligible for the “Best Show” Emmy. (By this crazy Academy logic, Woody Allen doesn’t produce his own movies.)

Now, I can understand the Academy saying, “These groups of people gathering on stage are silly. We want to narrow it down to just four or five people.” They’re not saying that, by the way; but suppose they were. After all, I’m under no illusion that the world wants to see a bunch of awkward writers standing around. (Though I found it rather sweet and amusing back in the days when I watched from Jersey.) Here’s the solution: tell the shows that only three people can be on stage; and they should pick which three. Problem solved!

Or suppose the Academy were saying, “Those Emmy statuettes are too expensive to manufacture. Gotta hold down the numbers.” They’re not saying that, by the way; but suppose they were. Of course, we’d need to pretend those many thousands of dollars in swag the Academy gives to the presenters aren’t happening, but let’s put on our fairness glasses and look the other way. Here’s the solution: “Each show gets three statuettes. Any of the other winners who want one, they or the show will have to pony up for themselves.” Problem solved!

I make these last points only to show that practical concerns are clearly not what is motivating this. Now, you may feel that the Academy’s own explanation is sufficient; the people who create the stories, write them, and produce them are simply not contributing sufficiently. That may be your opinion. I can tell you that a couple of other theories are being more prominently discussed. The simplest and most charitable is that the people who make these decisions at the Academy are themselves non-writing producers, production managers, and directors. It is only human to look in the mirror and believe that what they do is the lever-and-fulcrum which moves television. I will note, however, that by an interesting coincidence, this is happening in the same year the Academy decided to drop the “Best Writing” Emmy from the telecast. (It was only reinstated after great protest.)

At a certain point, when you continue to take abuse, you cease to garner sympathy and garner a touch of contempt instead. To the credit of writers I’ve spoken with, they’re not just depressed and resigned (their normal state). They’re angry. Allow me to quote from an email that I think sums up the feeling (this is in answer to the question, “Are you going to attend the Emmys?” — mind you, since writers are no longer eligible, invitations will be harder to get anyway. But one often wants to go if only to support friends who are nominated):

”What is your response when someone spits in your drink? The PGA and the people who run the Emmys have looked us in the eye and said they were going to screw us–not some nameless group, but us. They have screwed us. And, in the end, they will screw us. They have clearly said they do not value what we do. They have clearly said that the person who figures out how many years the sets can be amoritized over is more important then the person who came up with the story for episode three.

So, the guestion is, when someone says to you, your contribution is insignificant to the success of the show, when someone insults you, I’m not asking them if I can still come to their party. I don’t want any part of them. I will quit the academy and I will not go to the Emmys.”

I don’t know how many other writers feel this way, but the bitterness is certainly widespread. Will there be an Emmy boycott? I don’t know that, either, but I can tell you I’ve heard it talked of. And given the strength of feeling, even if people said they were coming, I wouldn’t be sure till their butts were in their seats on the day. I haven’t seen this much uproar in a while. Here’s a quote from another writer:

“I don’t know why the Academy wants to destroy the traditions television has been running on for the past decades.”—-
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Thank you Ms. Egan for your words and standing up for what’s right. I have written a couple of screen plays and know it’s no picnic I can only imagine doing week after week.

Noveling and articles come easier to me. Regardless of my area of expertise I am a WRITER and I must voice a protest. It is wrong of the Academy to think no one will notice and to set aside the creative force that truly gives birth to the Best Series.

No, not every writer deserves an award but those who strive to be the best at our chosen trade deserve to be honored and recognized.

A Gallant Night

A Gallant Night

Standing in the gallery Lucinda sipped her wine gazing at the veduta. The landscape was timely done in earthy oils. The artist expressed great elocution in his work. Moving on through the gallery she found another painting. This one seemed so real, as if the man standing at the parapet could come tumbling out of the work.

Applause erupted as the artist raised his glass in a toast to Phillip Glazer. Pronounced fee-leep glass-a-er. The shmuck probably wasn’t even French. Lucinda had a premonition that all the artist’s efforts to impress the great critic were all a fallacy.

In her mind’s eye she could picture the review in which uppity Philip would eviscerate the young artisan. At the very least sever an artery.

With a sigh she moved on into the exhibits laughing quietly to herself as she passes a couple. The gentleman was trying to impress his lady friend, badly. He stood back from the painting with a distant expression. Then proclaimed that the artist was ocular. Oh yes the young man had a vision alright. Of getting that pretty little girl between the sheets.

A huge landscape caught her eye. The view was from the bottom of a gorge. Near the end of the great trench was a cave, coming out of the gaping mouth was supposed to be a bear. Taking another sip from her flute she decided the artist should stick to landscapes only. The bear looked more like a hamster.

Next was a classic view of the medieval hero Robin Hood. The outlaw stood in disguise line up with the other archers. Arrow knocked ready to fly true and win the legendary contest. Grinning she wondered if she could step into the painting and blow in his ear as he let fly. Let’s see him make that shot.

 An odd coupling by the same artist the next painting held a limo in the Nevada desert. Standing against the side of the car a man dressed forties gangster style. Might have been attractive but for the horrendous scar down the side of his face. Something caught her eye started her laughing at the artist’s morbid sense of humor. Lying just under the edge of the trunk was a man’s shoe.

 Moving on she found the scene of an interior of a house. A woman stood in the background hands on her hips. Cooking over an old wood burning stove was apparently her husband. The poor man was tall and thin obviously worked to death by the shrew.

 The next piece was a collage of calendars. It was quite impressive how he managed to encapsulate so much history into the piece. There was a calendar from the year JFK was assassinated the date circled in red. Little pictures of historical events speckling many of the dates.

 Lucinda actually liked the Florida landscape. The beach with its white sands seemingly stretching on forever. Palm trees shading a group of sunbathers as the waves licked at their feet. A dog with a Frisbee running along the shore gave her a smile.

 Hanging next was a peep inside a brothel. Ladies enticing men with their unmentionables and pretty smiles hoping to make a few dollars that night. Some were dancing, others drinking, a few locked in romantic endeavors but all laughing and gay. All but one. In the corner window seat a woman with long golden locks stared at the moon. Her sapphire eyes held a longing, perhaps of dreams lost. 

 Sighing Lucinda had lost patience with the crowd growing in number and noise. The wine no longer able to quench her thirst she poured it into the potted tree. Glancing around she slipped the flute with its gallery charm dangling from the stem into her purse. On her way out she over heard Fee-leep telling another patron the artist should have stuck to flipping burgers.

The valet brought her car and Lucinda tipped him before driving away. On the way home she listened to Mozart drifting through the speakers. Once inside her apartment the illusion was shattered. Toeing off her shoes she walked over to the wall over her dinning table. Pulling the flute from her purse Lucinda set the glass on a shelf turning the charm to dangle from the front.

 Stepping back she looked at her collection. There was a glass from almost every gallery in New York and LA. Since moving to California Lucinda had found the Beverly Hills posh galleries a lot of fun. It was her little escape from her mundane life as a post office clerk.

Once a month she would dress to the nines walking among the beautiful people. Experiencing the world in their eyes for a couple of hours, tasting fine wines, foods she would never be able to afford. Walking to her bedroom Lucinda took off her dress she’d saved for six months to buy it. There were three fine gowns in her closet just for her little trips.

 Slipping on the oversized tee shirt Lucinda thought about the gallery and all she had seen tonight. Her gallant night out, that’s what she called it. Resting her head on her pillow Lucinda made note to check the listings for next month so she could plan her next gallant night.

Blogs are a great place to express views and opinions about the world around us. But there is a a such thing as getting the facts instead of spouting accusations and starting rumor. Once that line is crossed the blog is just blab.

Recently Russell Crowe was seen enjoying the match at Wimbledon. The next morning bloggers went wild with assumptions that Mr. Crowe was, as one blog headline put it, causing trouble. There were photos taken of celebs at the match of course Russell Crowe was one of the most photographed. (thanks for that btw)  Below is one of the photographs showing a Naval Officer and Mr. Crowe pointing. 

 article-1197774-059B4368000005DC-294_468x707On sight of this image conclusions were drawn that a celebrity is causing a fuss. Instead of asking a few simple questions to find out what was going on exactly many bloggers began blasting false accusations. 

A few stated as if it were absolute that Mr. Crowe wanted to change seats and was pointing where he wanted to move to. Then was refused and had to be calmed by the officer when he was refused.

Guess what…you were fed blog after blog of assumed falsehoods.

Luckily we have the facts to set the matter straight. There was a witness to what was going on in the photo. Yes, a real person with facts. This is their account of the event as witnessed.

I heard the whole conversation with Russell Crowe at Wimbledon yesterday. He saw a friend further down and was asking if the guy could go down and tell her to come and say hello but he was saying he can’t move from his spot. He was perfectly nice and had no problem being told this. – Nell, London W8, 6/7/2009

Thank you Nell of London for coming forward and commenting on one of the inflammatory blogs with the facts. See no fuss no nastiness between them, and no cell phones.

My point is that if you are going to take something like this and post about it get the truth and the real facts before making assumptions. After all you know what they say. When you assume…….

 

 

After a 50 year reign could Barbie be dethroned?  The new kids on the block have taken the girl market by storm. The Bratz gang are rock’n roll fashioniestas.

The dolls have heads larger than their bodies and their clothes are even smaller. Bratz have a style all their own, completely unlike other dolls on the market. They catch your eye as you walk down the isle. The bright clothes and sometimes multicolored hair scream fun.

 The new girls Yasmin, Sasha, Jade and the rest of the gang know how to have fun with flashy cars and homes with hot tubs, their own rock concert hall and more. These girls come packing plenty of bling as well as some heavy make up. Barbie better keep an eye on Ken.

The question is are the ideals these dolls represent what we want our girls to see? Bratz does represent many ethnic groups and styles, but, they also wear more makeup than Tammy Fay Baker. Their fashions are hot off the runways but not really age appropriate. Low cut, shorter than short with attitudes to match.  As I stood in the toy section of WalMart I over heard an older woman walking by a Bratz doll display. Her comment was, “They look like tramps.”

These dolls are still in the look at me phase that will eventually die down. And hopefully lead them to explore different avenues like the beloved Barbie.  Barbie became a nurse, doctor, CEO, veterinarian, race car driver as well as a party girl. For 50 years she encouraged young women to be better people… with style. Perhaps Barbie can win back her crown but for now it seems the Bratz pack rules the toy aisles.

Photo credit to Dan Burn-Forti, The Telegraph UK

Bling H2O

Do you Bling? It seems a great number of people get it. The gourmet water has become the official water of the PLUGLA Magazine, as well as winning awards for the best packaging. It’s easy to see with the lovely handcrafted corked 750ml recyclable frosted bottle sparkling with Swarovski Crystals why someone would pay $39.00 to be seen with the new fashion accessory.

    Fine Waters Site calls it pop culture in a bottle and Bling H2O even has it’s own MySpace account. With all that hype the liquid within must be truly exotic. Actually it comes from a natural spring in Dandridge, Tennessee. Yes, that’s right Tennessee. They use a nine step purification process that includes ozone, ultraviolet, and micro-filtration. The source spring is NSF certified to insure the waters quality. The NSF is and international organization that helps protect consumers by certifying the products and writing standers of foods You can find out more about them at www.nsf.org.

    Kevin G. Boyd a Hollywood writer/producer noticed he could tell about a person’s personality by the bottled water they carried. Bling H2O was designed to make a fashion statement as well as taste good.  Initially the “Cristal” of bottled water was introduced to hand selected customers. Now the company has branched out expanding it’s availability. The fashionable drink was featured at events like the MTV Video Music Awards as well as the Emmy’s. Even their web site www.blingh2o.com screams sex appeal. The product has won gold medals for best tasting water at the Berkely Springs International Water Tasting Festival and many more awards for taste and visual appeal. Bling was featured on Entertainment Tonight and seen in the hands of many celebs like Jamie Foxx.

    While $39.00 seems a little steep for the average joe we do tend to follow the trends. We have been known to pay more than that for a pair of jeans just because someone famous wears them. Bling H2O has made water a fashion statement, an accessory to add to our already overflowing closets. If you’re on a tight budget and can’t buy a case maybe you can get one bottle and refill it. No one but you and your sink will know. Everyone else will think you got Bling.

 

A breath of new life to this franchise. This film succeeds in the satisfaction of both long time fans and new audience members. The action starts from the first from and only gives you a few pauses in between to catch your breath. The cast does a fantastic job of keeping the spirit of the characters we have come to adore as they give them a touch of their own freshness.

The original series first aired in 1966 with William Shatner at the helm of the USS Enterprise as Captain James T. Kirk. This ground breaking series went where no man had dared go before. With an international, intergalactic crew, the first interracial kiss on film, and discovering the Trouble With Tribbles. In the process capturing the heart of a nation giving birth to a new kind of science fiction and fandom.

Five films followed continuing the adventures of Kirk, his Vulcan first officer Spock, and crew. In the eighties the franchise gave us The Next Generation. A couple hundred years further into the future aboard the Enterprise 1701-D. A new crew with Patrick Stewart in the captain’s chair as Jean Luc Picard. Where the original series brought us new worlds filled with alien cultures, The Next Generation gives us androids. Commander Data, played by Brent Spiner found new way to capture the viewers as we watched his journey to be more human.

A few films and series later we had begun the Star Trek universe had no more Undiscovered Country left the franchise has gone back to its roots. As a fan of the original series I was leery going in. New faces and ideals added to tried and true characters usually don’t work. With this new Star Trek, I left the theater with a smile and looking forward to more from this new chapter in the saga of the USS Enterprise 1701 and her young crew.

In a Frenzy

It’s almost April when thousands of writers with be in a frenzy…. Script Frenzy that is. 

Script Frenzy is an annual writing event that begins April first and ends on April 30th.  The goal is to write a one hundred page screen or stage play in those thirty days. Not a polished finished product mind you, just a rough uncut diamond. After the contest is over you begin to turn that jumble of thrown together scenes into a workable, maybe even saleable piece of work.

Now I did say this was a contest. What is the prize you ask? A lovely downloadable certificate and web icons that say you accomplished what most would say is the impossible. There is no one winner and no great compensation for making yourself insane trying to meet what would seem to be unreasonable  deadlines. If you complete your rough draft by midnight of April 30th, you are a winner.

It’s a contest with out being a contest. The goal is to push your creative limits with the genre and platform of your choice. You can write a short or full feature film, stage play, television script, even a comic or graphic novel.  Script Frenzy is FREE to join and participate.

Their sight gives you a place for your Frenzy, where you can showcase your ideas. There are resources for the beginning writer or for the skilled scribe. They have a group for young writers as well. I’ve seen kids as young as kindergarten jump in and write. They have a different goal setting of course but it’s wonderful to see these youngsters excited about writing.

I myself and joining in the Frenzy starting on April first. I’ll be writing a screen play, a western. My son has decided to join in also he’ll be doing a graphic novel using an interesting technique. He’s eleven in case you’re wondering. It will be great fun and experience to share. Who knows maybe you’ll see my film on the big screen staring Rusell Crowe or Adrian Paul. Yeah I know how to dream BIG.

Oh now don’t say no way I’m not as crazy as you are. This will be my second Script Frenzy. I won (completed) in 2007. I missed the fun last year but I’m back this year excited and ready to go.

Before you say absolutely NO, here are a few links for you to check out more about this great feat of penmanship.

http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/
The home of the event Script Frenzy. The plot machine on the homepage is at least worth the look.

http://www.zhura.com/
Zhura- Online Screenwriting Software. You don’t have to buy expensive software or become intimidated by formatting. This is a wonderful tool for those of us beginning in this field.

http://www.script-o-rama.com/snazzy/dircut.html
Drew’s Script-o-rama has hundreds of television and film scripts to read. The best way to learn something is by reading and using examples. This is a fabulous source.

Well until next time Happy Scribbles!

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