Whale Wednesday; A Nation of Eco-Terrorists?

A new boat to fight the Whale Wars is called Godzilla or the Japanese version of that name. Is Japan a nation of eco-terrorists for killing whales? Is being human make us killers of nature? Are all nations eco-terrorists?

Nose Switch

I can turn off my sense of smell now by force of will. I've had a weak sense of smell since 1975.
I didn't know I could turn it off until last Thanksgiving when I buried a pet cat and didn't want to smell death as I put him in his small grave.

The bad thing about this is I couldn't taste anything but the mustard in the deviled eggs and the sage in the dressing.

"Dad is this chicken or turkey?"

"Chicken, can't you taste it?"

"Just warm shapes in my mouth dad."

What a waste of a Thanksgiving meal.

It takes me three days to turn off my sense of smell and I haven't figured how to turn it back on yet. I can taste food again but my sense of smell is almost gone. I fear this mind experiment went too far.

A Fawn and a Farewell

I'm driving into Kansas City on 71 highway toward a long overdo return to movie making.
I look to my left and see a dead doe by the side of road with a young fawn trying to wake the dead deer mother with a nose. The fawn is fragile and perfect with the white spots of youth. My heart goes out to this babe by the side of the opposite direction I'm going. I could save this bit of nature only inches away from death.

Guilt swells in me as I don't turn off the off ramp at the next overpass. I have a movie to make and promises to keep.

More to come......This story takes place on August 2nd.

Sorry I'll be a while getting back to this. I'm on a short sleep vacation.

I got to the location still thinking about the fawn. As I waited to be let into the American Ice Co. building (an old ice storage building turned into offices and apartments) I saw a crippled cat that I later learned was called Tripod. The cat had a broken third leg but was well feed so he or she didn't need my help. If Bambi hadn't been my favorite movie as a child maybe I could think about the movie instead of that helpless fawn.

More to come.....

I was there early and in about a half hour David Winger showed up to let me in. David Winger is the President of the IFC (Independent Filmmakers Coalition of Kansas City) He rents a light kit to me as well as stingers (Sandbags to hold the lights down) and extension cords. He gives me access to an upstairs office that is my set as well as a way in and out of the building. Before he leaves he leans me a mic, just in case my DP forgets his.

More to come.....

Antoine calls me on my cell phone and ask if the anyone has shown up yet. I said no and told him I believed everyone would be on set soon. Everyone did show up and all went better than planed. The kissing scene between Antoine and Amanda had the passion I had hoped for.

As the production ended I said a farewell to Amanda as she was moving to Florida in two days.

Seldom do you get the cast you saw in your head when you wrote the script and a crew of two that go above and beyond the small pay they were given.

Note I made a mistake in this post as Stingers are extension cords;)