Showing posts with label chips and salsa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chips and salsa. Show all posts

Monday, October 26, 2009

Na'eelah gets her man

The orange pile under the box which Michael is reaching for is Doritos. He got to eat them after the shoot.

Michael's father Stephen tells me that a musician friend once told him that people who have perfect pitch are frequently rather tormented - because they can hear when something is wrong. Stephen did indeed sing Danny Boy for me, it was lovely in its imperfection.

This sense memory on a Room of One's Own is extraordinary.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Ivan dances for chips

Left to right: nephew Michael's hand, brother in law Stephen, Ivan, sister Judy.

Edit: Stephen has promised to sing Danny Boy to me in its entirety if I take him to the music store tomorrow! You are my witnesses.