fathers' day 22 June 2009
I thought a bit about Fathers’s Day yesterday, of course, though my own is gone now. You’d miss him around the place for the sheer sense of badness – wickedness, really, I suppose, is more accurate…actually, I wonder if my keen sense of wanting all of that in life and work is from him – you know, laughter mixed with a taint of dark reality, satire, whatever you want to call it…but always CALL IT. Anyhow, it got me to thinking about the whole family thing, as in when you make your own. I am unlikely to go there now, and that’s fine, it’s not an issue and I am not curious enough to know why or why not as ‘twere. But I think there must be something really special about having your kids make a fuss of you on a particular day (even a cynically manufactured one) and that’s gotta be worth a lot of the rest of the raising of the wee dears…
THE CALLING was great, I thought. Jan Dunn has a unique vision for her movies and each is SO different from the others – a rare and special talent and I cannot wait to work with her again. I collected my pass from the Delegates Centre before all of our shenanigans commenced yesterday and as I got up, TRAGICALLY early, this morning I was moved to opine that it might more correctly be called the Delicates Centre most days…
