Summertiiiiiime...
(The title is simply because I heard one of the most moving renditions of that song I've ever heard last night; whoever that woman was, Gershwin would have been moved to hear it. Chuck, that was some of the sweetest song I've ever heard you play, as well.)
First off: surprised and delighted to see some kind anonymous soul bought me a year's paid account; thank you, thank you, thank you! (I'll probably be using quite a few of those 50 posts a day on private photography-related posts, as I don't want to clutter up my friend's inboxes with trivia about ASAs and shutter speeds; I'll certainly continue posting on other matters as well, though. {and posting pictures, when I have them.} Whoever you are: I am delighted and grateful, more so than I can say.)
Second off: Another delightful surpr ise, courtesy of my apartment mate Zorikh: apparently, he's mentioned me to the Faux Real theater company, who are looking for someone to direct 5-8 minute pieces for the Net. Not the slightest clue if this will pan out- but a chance to practice my craft, on someone else's dime? Hell, yes!!
First off: surprised and delighted to see some kind anonymous soul bought me a year's paid account; thank you, thank you, thank you! (I'll probably be using quite a few of those 50 posts a day on private photography-related posts, as I don't want to clutter up my friend's inboxes with trivia about ASAs and shutter speeds; I'll certainly continue posting on other matters as well, though. {and posting pictures, when I have them.} Whoever you are: I am delighted and grateful, more so than I can say.)
Second off: Another delightful surpr ise, courtesy of my apartment mate Zorikh: apparently, he's mentioned me to the Faux Real theater company, who are looking for someone to direct 5-8 minute pieces for the Net. Not the slightest clue if this will pan out- but a chance to practice my craft, on someone else's dime? Hell, yes!!