A year ago I met two important people on my porch. The first was a gal named Thelma. We first spoke in the kitchen--which was apropos--but we met on the porch, chatting and staring at the stars and the city across the way. My life with her has had the indolent pleasure of a ceaseless brunch whose end I wish never to come. Knowing Thelma's appetite, I'm sure she would agree.
Here we are last Christmas on said porch, one from a series some people somehow took seriously (such is the mystery of our love):
The second important person I met on the porch was a fellow by the name of Taylor. His arrival on the porch was at first inauspicious, as it interrupted one of the aforementioned conversations between Thelma and me. He soon won us over, however, with a bottle of duty-free scotch initially intended for our landlord.
Through a logical chain of conversation since unlinked by poor memory, Taylor and I got to talking of my teenage fascination with World War II and his work as associate producer on The War, a documentary by Ken Burns which I had watched just before coming to Rwanda*. Seeing my interest in the process, Taylor offered to link me up with someone at Florentine Films for an internship while Thelma rubbed my shoulders encouragingly--our first meaningful physical contact.
That was a year ago on a porch in Rwanda. Much happened in the meantime, but as of last week I've begun an internship at the editing house for Florentine Films in Walpole, NH until December. I've washed dishes and taken out the trash, but I've also gotten to do some (very very) basic editing work on a DVD extra for the upcoming Prohibition and may have made my first visual contribution by finding some period newspaper articles on FDR's 1910 state senate campaign for The Roosevelts (coming in 2013!). Here's a boring and unlikely to be used sample:
Beyond a rendezvous with Thelma in Germany I don't know what the new year will bring, but so far things have been nicely unpredictable. The only ill harbinger at the moment is the prospect of my first New England winter, which will surely keep me inside and off any porches.