Jack Contra Horses

Sometimes the best way to combat stress is with a good home cooked meal!

Pictured below is Jack munching on an afternoon delight known as Horse Balls.  His surliness was fully mediated by a healthy dosage and the day became better for all, besides DP Michael Simmonds who was shocked to find out that an NYU professor had installed a camera in the back of his head.  Someone beat him to the punch!

A good day indeed!

Sunday Funday are Still Workdays/AKA an Ode to the Magical Bean

As anyone knows whose followed the blog, with rare exception, we're pretty much working non-stop to get Frankie's movie off the ground in a timely fashion. In the process, the work weeks extend to the full seven days, and we've toiled in the office as Sundays (as football games and, by proxy, the entire season) slips beautifully by!  The Horror!

But there is salvation with the Bean.  Pictured below is Jack on a conference Skype call in the States from our new Sunday office--The Pool!

Yes.  When life serves you lemons that command you to work all day, turn them into lemonade that you can drink by the Pool!

Once again, none of this would've been possible without the Bean.  Thanks Bean!  We love you!

P.S. -- Frankie is Skyping with Mark Borchardt whose elated that the Packers are railing the Vikings right now!

Introducing the Male Strippers/Or How I Learned to Keep Waiting and Love the Internet

I'm not sure who played this gag on us, but at around 7pm, following a somewhat hostile takeover of the new office, we responded to several knocks at the door.  Curious, Frankie opened it, and four uniformed men walked in.  As we had been waiting for the internet the entire day, we were surprised to find four men in uniform as opposed to one man not in uniform.  Immediately, panic enveloped my chiseled body, and I had a sneaking suspicion that Nora--in her infinite cruelty that began with the dismissal of Frankie's opus--had commissioned four male strippers to surprise us, clad in Internet installers outfits, knowing full-well through an earlier communique that we'd toiled all day for the Holy Grail that is the Internet Service.

But again, reality rendered me incorrect.  As Colombia turns, four men are regularly delegated to install WiFi service in Santa Marta.  After two hours of work, some headscratching, some beer drinking, lots of knee slapping, and some serious ponderings, we had become best of friends, and another amazing cultural exchange had been achieved.

Amen to these fellows, and may the Lord bestow many a Blessing on Them and their Kin!

Introducing the Crew

As the days turn to weeks, I think it only appropriate to provide you, dear followers, with kindly introductions to our dedicated crew.

This is Camila.  She is from Bogota and very nice.  Even though she just flicked me off.

To clarify she is in the foreground of this photo.  She is not the more frumpish looking woman purchasing liquor, nor is she the man who appears, with head rested against guarded glass, to be asleep.  Of course she's not because she's a she and he's a he!

Oftentimes, though, she becomes very tired (sueno) because she has to tolerate us.  Like today for example.  What a tenuous day it's been!  We've weathered or are weathering the likes of an office move, a negligent landlord in the new office who promises us wireless but hathn't delivered (hathn't is not a word but sure should be,) and a long walking trip to the grocery market to purchase a "magical bean" which temporarily allows us internet even without a wireless connection.  Oh if all places in the world could only provide such a magical bean!  But alas, Colombia does.  Oh how we love our magical beans!  What would life be without it and its blue blinking light that admits our ability to download your fanmail!  I love you Bean!

And alas, per norm, I digress.  This post was not meant as an homage to the magical bean.  Rather it was to lift the tired spirits of our wonderful coordinator, Camila.  She has learned to tolerate our cultural insensitivity, our terrible ignorance of her native tongue, and our inability to ever stop.

This is a picture of her!  She's Great!