Thursday, 13 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
The unwashed masses
Posted on 18:34 by rajrani
There are all kinds of ways to experience TIFF.
When I was a journalist, I spent the festival inside a hotel suite doing interviews or at a intimate press screening, away from the crowds, away from public reactions.
Without a press pass these days, I sit in line ups. If I am alone or holding seats for a willing accomplice, I usually do the time honoured thing. Turn to the person, in front or behind, and ask if they've seen anything good.
This demands a certain extroverted gene, I admit. But it hasn't failed me yet. Everyone wants to share.
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Thursday, 6 September 2012
Why TIFF?
Posted on 18:06 by rajrani
I have been called a little crazy more than once.
Packing 10 days of multiple screenings, sometimes 3 a day, is something I've had to explain to puzzled friends.
Even more so as seeing films at TIFF involves a tacit agreement that you will have to endure a little pain with your pleasure.
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Thursday, 17 May 2012
Spring, finally.
Posted on 18:43 by rajrani
Japan has a cherry blossom festival, Ottawa the famous tulip festival. I have my own backyard bloom bonanza.
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Monday, 24 October 2011
Seeds
Posted on 18:54 by rajrani
Every writing workshop begins with an introduction.
Go around the room and introduce yourself to the group.
Tell us who you are and how you got here.
Once-upon-a-time TV producer
Stop-me-before-I-do-it-again volunteer.
Baker of sweets.
Party central command for occasions real and what the hell, let's celebrate X
Cultural curator
Writer.
Read more »Saturday, 4 September 2010
Cinderella and Steven Hawking
Posted on 03:16 by rajrani
Once upon a time there lived a girl who was wondering where she had left one of her glass shoes.
She had forgotten something glorious that somewhere around a palace she had met a prince. Now it occured to her she had ever worn the shoes. One night when she was asleep she dreamt of being in a castle, becoming a princess.
She was wearing the glass shoes and with a prince beside her she decided to see Stephen Hawking. She felt like wanting to ask the scientiest about the Big Bang theory. Well, that's too far, Mr. Hawking is reachable.
He was talking with an angel. It's like a serious debate. It lasted for long time and -- kinda boring. Then later on the only thing she could hear the angel, the prince, Stephen Hawking yelled,"Wake up!"
She woke up and found her sandals.
She had forgotten something glorious that somewhere around a palace she had met a prince. Now it occured to her she had ever worn the shoes. One night when she was asleep she dreamt of being in a castle, becoming a princess.
She was wearing the glass shoes and with a prince beside her she decided to see Stephen Hawking. She felt like wanting to ask the scientiest about the Big Bang theory. Well, that's too far, Mr. Hawking is reachable.
He was talking with an angel. It's like a serious debate. It lasted for long time and -- kinda boring. Then later on the only thing she could hear the angel, the prince, Stephen Hawking yelled,"Wake up!"
She woke up and found her sandals.
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