06-21-2016, 07:15 AM
So, I couldn't get to sleep because of the myriad questions cascading through my brain. There was quite the battle between the questions and the song lodged in there that would pop up every time the furor from the questions would subside. For those playing at home, the song was When I was seven years old by Lukas Graham. Now it's probably playing in your head.
I went down to the dining room so I could type up some of the interview questions. I hope that if they were on paper, they didn't have to be in my head. Didn't help. The space from the old questions was immediately filled with new questions or tasks that needed to be accomplished. Yes, I but more batteries in the chargers.
My father was quite confused to see me at the computer as he made his way to bed. For the past two decades he's been trying to rap his head around the fact that I go to bed by 9 every night. So, the first question out of his mouth when he saw me was "Are you still up?" Old habits die hard, so I said "no".
Despite the lateness of my bed time, I still arose at 3am. The questions and task were still there. As was Mr. Graham.
Today I am filming Elvira Orley up in El Cerrito. Yay, another trip to the Berkeley area. We also might get to interview Mrs. Orley's mom, but she is well into her nineties. We'll have to tread delicately with that one. Plus, she's on oxygen.
I have to run out today and get some 3 prong adaptors so I can plug into two prong outlets. I was thinking that might be a problem when we showed up yesterday at Mr. Molnar's 100 year old home. Sure enough, it was. I had to run power from the kitchen where the only grounded plugs in the house existed.
The interview starts at 1pm. Mrs. Orley is tangentially connected to Piller. Her father started the Pannonia club in San Francisco where Piller taught after defecting from Hungary. I don't know how much first hand knowledge I'll get out of her. But if Mrs' Orley's mother is up for it, she knew Piller well and might have some good stories. Fingers crossed.
I went down to the dining room so I could type up some of the interview questions. I hope that if they were on paper, they didn't have to be in my head. Didn't help. The space from the old questions was immediately filled with new questions or tasks that needed to be accomplished. Yes, I but more batteries in the chargers.
My father was quite confused to see me at the computer as he made his way to bed. For the past two decades he's been trying to rap his head around the fact that I go to bed by 9 every night. So, the first question out of his mouth when he saw me was "Are you still up?" Old habits die hard, so I said "no".
Despite the lateness of my bed time, I still arose at 3am. The questions and task were still there. As was Mr. Graham.
Today I am filming Elvira Orley up in El Cerrito. Yay, another trip to the Berkeley area. We also might get to interview Mrs. Orley's mom, but she is well into her nineties. We'll have to tread delicately with that one. Plus, she's on oxygen.
I have to run out today and get some 3 prong adaptors so I can plug into two prong outlets. I was thinking that might be a problem when we showed up yesterday at Mr. Molnar's 100 year old home. Sure enough, it was. I had to run power from the kitchen where the only grounded plugs in the house existed.
The interview starts at 1pm. Mrs. Orley is tangentially connected to Piller. Her father started the Pannonia club in San Francisco where Piller taught after defecting from Hungary. I don't know how much first hand knowledge I'll get out of her. But if Mrs' Orley's mother is up for it, she knew Piller well and might have some good stories. Fingers crossed.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm