My Film Festival

SFIFF50
An Introduction and Day One.

SFIFF50 Staff

Last July I volunteered to become an intern in the Publicity Department of the San Francisco Film Society (SFFS), knowing that my service would reach fulfillment in the 50th San Francisco International Film Festival (SFIFF50). Having worked the 49th as a Festival Volunteer, I wanted to experience the 50th from the inside.

Starting out, there was Hilary, the Director of Publicity, and me. My main tasks were to research the circulation of those media covering the Festival, paste up press clippings, and post Film Society events at various sites on the Internet. Now, there is a Publicity Coordinator, a staff of three professional publicists, and five other interns, mainly college students or recent graduates in film studies.

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Hilary, the boss, is right of me in the photo

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Our major activity culminated with a Press Conference on April 3rd, when all of the Festival films were announced to the public. Concurrently, my job of pasting up clippings from the print media and gleaning stories from the internet grew from an inch high pile per month, to an inch pile per week, and now an inch pile per day, with the weekend and days leading to the opening last night, even fatter. Continue reading “My Film Festival”

Flyday

Flyday

Pictured are nine of thousands of flies that appeared in the sun of our dooryard today; it happens every year on the first warm day of spring.

The life cycle of the Muscidae family of flies is probably better detailed somewhere other than Wikipedia, which maintains most of its information on these common flies in the “Housefly” article on this otherwise very accurate and thorough source of general information (no joke! gotta give th’Wiki some props since it has recently become the butt of jokes in mass media based on a few sensational examples of its widely known weaknesses, weaknesses that really describe human nature rather than this ambitious, excellent and almost always useful project…is there such a think as a “perfect” source of information?). Their page talks only on the breeding cycle with flies laying eggs on “decaying material” which hatch, grow, then pupate before becoming new flies.

Up here where it gets cold for a long time, the Muscidae have another trick for survival. They squeeze into cracks (like between wooden boards or shingles — and you can see from the corner of our barn that we have plenty of cracks and shingles to offer) and hibernate through the coldest weather. On the first warm day of spring (which today, Friday, April 20th was this year, after a week of wet snow followed by torrential rain) they crawl out and swarm together, no doubt mating and laying eggs for the first of many summer generations. They must need to re-learn how to fly after the hibernation because they’re pretty slow and logy on this first day, and they hover around the ground in the morning, then start climbing up walls. In the afternoon they dissipate, and we never see flies in these numbers ever again for another year.

In another sign that spring is coming, Alison heard the “Peepers” (tiny tree frogs that sing their mating “peepeepeepeep” song as soon as the pond ice melts) last night while walking Corky.

Brackets Schmackets

The following is a commentary by Sean Uyehara on the progress of our Film Society bracket game. Sean is Programming (creative) Associate. Noel is CFO, the others, it doesn”t matter. This is NOT a group of rabid sports fans.

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Posted by s uyehara, to Everyone
Mar 29, 07:01 pm ET
Off the Wire:

FESTIVAL GAMBLING FIX HQ
San Francisco Bureau — SF, CA

With just a few games left, venerable sage Marcus Rector clings to a lead in the hotly contested SFFS Festival Gambling Fix college basketball brackets. Says Rector, “With a little luck, with a little patience, with a little rah rah siss boom bah, my team will prevail.”
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YO…lookin’ for two!

ncaa-logo.jpgIt was incredible: the stuff urban legends are made of. The game? Nope. Most of the play on the court was just plain wrong. No, I am talking about the process to GET INTO the game.

So, it was like this: Wendell (did I tell you that I convinced Wendell to drive down to join me?) and I had been cruising all around the perimeter of the Georgia Dome, subtly seeking a ticket seller with a good heart. The hype surrounding the game was emotional: FLA fans wanted to see their beloved Gators win the back-2-back; and OSU fans are just plain fanatical anyway (despite their typically disappointing displays in championships). Buyers far outstripped sellers, and the sellers available were asking outrageous money ($200+) for horrible seats. Not a formula for on-the-fly success.
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