tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87837003795333044802011-04-22T00:19:04.862+01:00. . . And So I Said . . .the thoughts and views of a regularMaximumEffecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03462599330497119201noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783700379533304480.post-47109681175480627042008-08-01T17:59:00.033+01:002008-08-09T20:50:01.950+01:00Cynthia's Opportunity (She Wants To Make Money While ... Feeding The Ducks)You can't convince me that you've forgotten all about it.Come on. Really? Okay, let’s see. What about the last time your director made a complete and utter ass of himself over a fundamental stage in your project? Never again, you said. Over your dead body, you said. Touched a nerve? Then stop the twitching, already. Well I'm not ashamed - I think about it all the time. I am in love with the idea MaximumEffecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03462599330497119201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783700379533304480.post-64454532863990640722008-07-25T13:22:00.011+01:002008-08-09T20:40:33.977+01:00New Beginnings (2)Is anyone else this self-conscious?Is it possible to be self-conscious of faces you cannot see and voices you cannot hear? Faces and voices belonging to a billion people?Can you imagine a collective breath?MaximumEffecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03462599330497119201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783700379533304480.post-23616918746221526322008-07-24T15:39:00.011+01:002008-08-09T20:41:21.751+01:00New BeginningsI am ashamed.It has taken me a ridiculous length of time to arrive at the conclusion that blogging is the answer or pretty close to it.Ssssh . . . listen. Can you hear that? It's coming from me. It's the sound of satisfaction. The deep velvety kind that settles out of nowhere after a good meal.This is what it's all about, people.MaximumEffectMaximumEffecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03462599330497119201noreply@blogger.com