Producer's Summit

Executive Producer Stephenson Brown passed through for a few days of intensive meetings and no less than a half dozen strat seshes. Also, Bob brought over a funny wig and some people tried it on and posed in different ways and others took photographs and still others went ho ho ho. We spent the evening in the kitchen because that's where the beers were. And you could smoke a cigarette in there at your leisure, as long as the ceiling vent was spinning. After awhile we all brought in some chairs and settled in for a time. It was cozy but everyone's needs were seen to.

Then things died down a bit and and Stephenson went down to the 7-11 for a rack of beers and some lemon fruit pies. I took over his chair for a few hands of online poker and managed to hemorrhage about 60 dollars in the time it takes to walk down to the associate for fruit pies. Not that long. Well, he battled back all the same. I never was a gambling man in any way that involves cards or green felt.

The tape log is nearly finished. I'm down to the last 5 of 66 tapes from principle production and should easily have it wrapped by Sunday. Morgan bought a terabyte drive, and is busy uploading our tapes. Come to find out, a MiniDV tape is only 16GB of information, so that works out to over 60 tapes we can digitize onto a hard drive. This will be very good for us. It's the difference between listening to music on an old Sony cassette Walkman, as opposed to an iPod. Not it terms of quality, but just in the massive latitude of random access available.

I'm anxious to get to work on editing the next piece. We're going to pump out a quick and dirty 3 minute trailer to boost morale, then dig in for the slightly more involved work of a thoughtful, 12 minute spec trailer, which we'll then start flashing around in the face of money and influence and see what happens.