Busy, busy, busy

My week is packed, primarily because Netsurfer Digest creaked back to life, which entirely befits this spookalicious season (I never feel quite right calling Halloween a “holiday”).

I had three sets of assignments to correct for my classes. For the students past and present who visit this blog (shout-out to L… – nope, not going to, haha), here’s some insight into a teacher’s brain. When I first started teaching JOUR 202, the product of the LexisNexis assignment was a news article the students had to write. At some point, that changed to the current long list of short answer questions. That’s not entirely laziness on the part of Leo, Matt (before he imploded), and me. The short answers are much easier to grade, but because of that, they most directly test the research skills – without all that fiddly writing obscuring the matter. But most importantly, it’s easier and faster to correct.

Monday afternoon, I spent alternately trying to move 101squadron.com to a new server and working on Child One’s high school applications. I’m sure I did more, but I have no record of it. Oh, wait – Netsurfer. Sunday night, my publisher sent me a batch of Breaking Surf to whip in to shape for the issue that had been waiting for that since the first week of the month. I spent the day after class editing that. Good thing I had decided at the very last possible moment to get the Halloween issue in gear, or I’d be feeling pretty crappy about now. The Halloween issue should go out Saturday, maybe Sunday.

Tuesday was an Alex day. I tried to find people to talk to about the pilot/series. Anyone out there know people in the fashion biz who wouldn’t mind spending less than a half-hour on a phone interview? I also corrected the JOUR 202 tests and assignments, took Child Three to hockey, and played hockey myself at night.

Yesterday was another teaching morning. I spent the afternoon on my final draft and polish of the short-film script I’m doing with Nearmiss. It’s only OK. It tells the story, but I’m not entirely happy with the secondary characters. I wish I’d had more time for that.

In between, I did crap work for Alex. I found places for him to order blueberry bushes (not as easy as it sounds), tried to find out where he should report his neighbour’s mess o’ beef leavings, and pursued the true earnings per click of an online film site.

Today, I’ve wasted 20 minutes blogging. The rest of the day is Alex’s. Tomorrow is more Netsurfer. Saturday, my kids are throwing a Halloween party. Sunday will be spent correcting JOUR 319 biographies.

By Saturday night, I’ll be a hollow shell, ready to be filled. So, little journalists-in-training, what day and when is your Halloween party? I have a great hobbit costume….

Willmaaaa!

As in hurricane.

My father’s note, sent Monday morning:

I woke up around 6 this morning and was a little surprised to hear the wind blowing out there at that force and so early. It was forecast to pass north of us around 2 PM today. I haven’t yet checked all the sources, but since it is huffing and puffing from the south, I’m guessing it got larger in area and probably upgraded to a Cat 3. As it tracks north of us, the winds will shift to the west and start diminishing.

In any case, it was a VERY good decision yesterday morning to fly the plane down to Nassau for tie down. An additional distance of 125 miles from the storm is a wonderful idea and more importantly, Nassau airport is not subject to surges or flooding. It was in fact a beautiful day for flying yesterday.

The patio is clear, loose jalousie windows supported by either 2 x 4’s or 4 x 4’s, and I think I’ll go have coffee and take some pictures. It very comfortable with the air conditioning; it is quite hot and humid. We will experience a severe cold front right behind the hurricane, dropping temperatures and bringing extremely dry air. It will be beautiful again!

More later when and if able. No desire yet to go back to shovelling snow!

This morning, he phoned me, and I sent out this e-mail for him:

Hurricane Wilma passed through Freeport overnight, and my father left a message for me to pass on.

Predictions had called for 50 mph winds, but the winds hit at hurricane strength.

Don and Marion are fine, but their roof is not. They lost the roof over their bedroom, but the house’s windows all remain intact. Don’s car, on the other hand, lost its windshield.

They have no power at the moment. Yesterday was 88 degrees, but the overnight low was only 58. (Tonight, the expected low is 48. – L) Fortunately, it’s dry so Don and Marion don’t have to worry about being rained on.

All in all, my father sounds cheery.

I wonder if the snow is any more attractive today.

Opportunity knocks

Last night, a Hollywood type contacted me about hiring me to do some research for a documentary. He wasn’t explicit, but I assume he meant work on 101 Squadron. He wrote that Soly Haim had passed my name to him. I’m not sure if this is Soly’s Lou Lenart project or not.

The man (who will remain nameless for now) has legitimate credits. He seems to be primarily an aerial photographer, but his credits extend from airline commercials to NASA projects to high-budget features. At least, those credits are on his CV. IMDb does match on one film, so I suppose there’s no need to be paranoid.

He asked me how much I would want in pay, and I wrote back that he would need to detail what he wanted. I couldn’t even gauge whether to charge by hour, per word, or as a flat fee. I’m not even sure if he would want me to travel to California for this.

More as this develops….