Lemme tell ya,
February was a HARSH month here in The Big Apple:
This winter was CRUEL—and
it smells like it might just return one
last time—and then there were all my personal hassles—which I have been
hinting at somewhat during my infrequent posts over the last 18 months….
But Big Bad Febz was
also an incredibly busy month for me: Got 47 day’s worth of work accomplished
in 28! I worked in a smelly warehouse, visited the Toy Fair, did this, did
that, did the other thing, did the right thing, and even more importantly:
I have been, after
much stress and worry, accepted into the NYC Teaching Fellows program,
and within less than a month, I will be in an inner city high school, first
assisting a teacher, then taking over a class myself!
I am SO excited and
Suffice to say, some
changes may be on the horizon, but as of yet, what those changes could be are
as yet, unknown.
But hopefully I won’t
lapse back into the poor publishing schedule which plagued me recently…
From On the Beach to The Road Warrior to Tomorrow,
When the War Began, Australia has figured prominently in cinematic
depictions of the events surrounding total war, including the use of
The title of today’s
post is a “There goes Ivan spraining his arm while patting himself on the back”
You see, Rondo Hatton
(more about him in a moment; although if you’re a cinephile of any sort, and
you don’t recognize him, you are the ultimate loser and should never speak to
me again) will be making an appearance in Brooklyn.
Or at least, he will
if I have any say in the matter…