I think that listening to music is akin to riding in a car, wheras playing music is akin to driving the car.
How is that for an aphorism?
"That is preposterous! It is an extemporaneous melange, culpable in that it reveals your indolence."
Our planning session went well, I just went along with their ideas and they finally came up with a water commercial. I added a little bit now and again, we came up with a storyboard and product name and such.
"Who should be the talent? Who plays the guy in the desert?" Tad asked.
We joked around a bit and then Chris said, "Let’s have McNiz do it, he’d be perfect."
I was called McNiz in our class.
Everyone else agreed, "Yeah McNiz!"
The premise was pretty simple, yet it worked! A guy lost in the desert happens across a bucket of bottled water. His favorite isn’t in the bucket which he desperately searched through, so he screams. Then close by he spots his favorite bottled water like a mirage, he scrambles over to it, quickly opens it and gulps some down. After this sip he is transported from the desert to a beautiful mountain valley next to the stream where his favorite water is found.
So our group checked out a camera, bought numerous bottles of water and drove to the Sand Dunes, where we filmed me falling down a sandy hill--about 10 takes in the HOT April sand, I had sand everywhere!
Then we did five or six takes of me rifling through the bucket and screaming at the end and spotting something in the distance, about the same amount of takes of me taking a big gulp of the saving water. Then we left the sand dunes and found a road going up toward Blanca Peak, one of the 14’ers. We filmed me in the same pose as in the desert so we could edit those together and drove back.
I had a blast, it was fun being "the talent." When we got back they went over the footage and put together what we needed with some music and a voice-over, presto!
But we only got a "C" plus we got in trouble for taking the camera off campus!
The transition worked well, we synced up my shot from the desert perfectly with the shot in the mountains.
I think they gave us a "B" after we "lobbied" for a better grade.
Our place…is on 2 ½ acres, with a small stream at the bottom of a hill east of the house. The house is 2400 square feet, on one floor, plus the solarium and 3 out buildings. It has gas forced air, plus radiant solar heat. We put sliding glass windows/doors (2) from the living room to the solarium, 2 more in the master bedroom out to the sun-room and one from the kitchen. These and all of the windows are triple paned, and have Hunter-Douglas coverings. The three buildings (besides the main house) are 2 pump/generator houses and a small garage with an apartment. We put in a small lake (Pond Lake) with a sandy beach--swimming allowed. Pond Lake is at the bottom of a 45 foot high bluff, a path winds its’ way from the house to the pond.
The home itself has 3 ½ baths, 3 bedrooms, open living/dining area, adjoining kitchen, 2 utility rooms, a laundry room, an office with electronic media/communication hub (an intercom system and capability of piping music to any or all rooms), a music room, a large storage/shop area, 2 ½ car garage, covered patio (on the north side), and the solarium stretching the length of the house on the south side. We can close the solarium off in inclement weather, but it is normally open to the picnic/barbecue area. This property also has 3 generators that enable it to go “off the grid” if we desire. We combine the gas generators with solar, wind and hydropower. It has a 10-person hot tub, the latest top quality appliances. There is an outdoor kitchen/bar area at the east-end of the solarium (equipped with a utility window to the main kitchen), two sided fireplace (gas or wood); it also has a labyrinth and an outdoor chapel area; and a garage with a small efficiency apartment above it.
This property is about ½ mile from town (could be in AZ—Prescott or Sedona, or in NM near Farmington) somewhere that doesn’t get much snow and a lot of sun. No fungus!
Loud exclamations came from across the pool and then a splash. Someone had been thrown in. I glanced over and saw Josh in the middle of the action, so naturally went to help.
These were Marines and I was not, somehow I ended up in the pool too along with several others. I called it “friendly fire” because the way I remember it, Josh's friend Javier gave a guy in front of me a shove, the guy bumped me, took me by surprise, I slipped and splash, I was in the drink.
One of the officer's broke it up and lent me a hand, back onto the patio.
“Sorry sir. These kids are filled with piss and vinegar...we'll get to the bottom of it and the culprits will pay.”
“Not a big deal. If these guys weren't fighters I'd be more concerned.”
“Still they need to learn that there's a time and place for that. Around the pool with family visiting is not the right place.”
“Got me there. If my son is involved go easy on him, he's a quick learner.” The officer smiled and joined another CO in uncovering what happened.
In mid-January of 1978 Jamie, Karen and I went cross country skiing above Rollinsville, near the east portal of the Moffat Tunnel.
Something got Jamie going on one of his philosophical tirades and much to his chagrin Karen interjected a totally different viewpoint.
They went on for quite some time debating hot social, moral and religious topics.
Would we make it out of there alive?
When he got to Chicago, he looked up "McNutt" in the phone book. Sure enough Olive’s address was listed. She no longer lived off the Northwest Highway, but he took a cab to her new place.
She wasn’t there, so Charles talked to some of her neighbors, Olive went out west to visit Jerry and his family. Charles couldn’t believe it! Jerry was married and had seven kids of his own, in Denver, Colorado!
Bill lived somewhere close in the Chicago area. From what he could gather, it sounded as if five of the children lived up in Wisconsin and one of the girls moved down south somewhere.
"Well I’ll be hanged! They all turned out just fine!" An enormous weight seemed to be removed from Charles. He had been carrying around the guilt of leaving for over 20 years and if ever he told someone about what he had done, they treated him like he was a monster. But here was proof that by his leaving, the kids fought through the hardship and moved on with their lives.
"See Elsie, I did keep my end of the bargain." He felt as if his job was done and he could die in peace now.
Jerry "Punky" with his own brood of seven! He planned to go back to California, with a stop in Colorado to locate Jerry and his family.