I'm really tired, but show no signs of flagging. I just experienced three festivals in a row (two of them ginormous), each in a different capacity (curator, film rep, and journalist, respectively) and I'm about to do the re-entry thing back to NYC with a gazillion things going on there, as well.
But I haven't posted here in a while and, while I wish blogging didn't require as much energy and discipline as it does, I feel a bit of remorse when I haven't visited my own (virtual) homestead, like I've left a sulky spouse at home while I'm out gallivanting, and she's getting sick of being ignored, once again the first to be neglected when something else comes along that needs my attention. This is a picture of me taken in Helsinki at the DocPoint festival way back in January by filmmaker, Mike Palmieri, at the opening night party and, I must say, I look pretty happy. Complacent one could even say, a girl living the life she wants to live, common sense and practicality be damned. I've met so many cool people from all over the world, and had many wonderful experiences, worked my fanny off, and partied like a frat boy. Not bad for a middle-aged broad with ever-burgeoning ambitions. I also landed one hell of a gig in another foreign land which I will wax rhapsodic about soon.
So in the midst of writing my wrap-up posts from the 60th Berlinale Film Festival for Hammer to Nail, my SIM siren called me over and said, "Write on me, you big brute." Be back very soon with lots of news out of New York, more (domestic) travels and adventures, and a few choice essays on films I've seen recently that I love, although HTN will get the lion's share of those since more people pay attention to me over there for some reason.
I will miss Helsinki very much--it's been a great home for a while. Back to the cockroaches and rats and the sound of thundering garbage trucks gallivanting in the streets at 4:00 a.m. Can't wait.