As time goes by and as the screen writing continues, things happens along the way which sometimes are worth sharing. What have been up to?

Not much really but its been a wonderful though, i have been enjoying both my life and my writing and am grateful to that. Besides that, i was blessed to have a TV shooting at the Disney land in Paris which, one of my Kids, my daughter of 12 was involved in. Infact a reward for her creativeness. Together with the TV crew for a whole weekend filming, it was a weekend to remember. What could posibly go wrong. I had time of my life. I enjoyed the wonderful faretale world to the maxim and if i have to do it, i will do it all again without a hesitation. It's just wonderful there. 

I also got a chance to work on a TV script, writen in corrab with my own daughter and  if i may say- isn't it that simple?  Compared to the stuff we write( Film writers), i really do enjoy writing for the big screen though I won't decline an opportunity of writing for TV, if i get one,  keeping a side thought like, if it hit, it will hit big time and if it fails, there is still another day and i haven't run out of ideas.  

A beautiful Shooting day

A  while ago, i blogged over my favorite place on earth. Masai Mara in Kenya, a wonderful place and home to thousands of wild animals, the big FIVE, on great savannah which extends beyond the borders to Serengeti, in Tanzania. A Spectacular places but

Maasai Mara will not be close spectacular, as it is today, without the Wildebeests. Gnus, wonderful ugly wild animals which completes their chain of life by participating, for most Gnus,  once  in their life time, in a greatest immigration of the wildebeests- THE GREAT TREK,  which happens each time every year, a round trip from Maasai Mara to Serengeti and back.

Like i said, for most Gnus, its a one time endeavor because the route these animals take  is not without danger. Many perishes on the way, falling preys to the most mighty preditors on earth. Lions, the Hyenas. But the greatest number is which ends up being shreded into bits by the only living FOSILS on earth and the largest reptiles living, The GIANT CROCODILES. This happens when the wildebeests cross Mara Rievr. The river bordering Kenya and Tanzania, between the two famous National reserves.

For the lucky ones, after the crosing is done, and they gallop - done it, survived it, then is nothing else left for them other than to rip the hard earned fruits of steady perserverance and ENJOY the juice of fresh shoots brought up by the rainy season. And that's how it has been, every year, for many years i known Maasa Mara and hopfully for more thousands years to come. The reason why this was named one of the seven world wonders. And i hope and wish, with the bottom of my heart, it will stay, for childrens of our childrens....to see it.

Not all good things enjoy their existence without a glitch. And its a pity to see, after all the obstacles the Gnus overcomes to get to their last destination, and after they get there, even after swimming Mara River with its waters timing up to brim with mighty crocodiles, a human being, the wisest of all living things, gets in with snares, bows and arrows, spear and other nasty gadget suitable for killing, ready for

POACHING. And for WHAT...WILD meat. Something which is giving the Rangers in Kenya, a hard time to fight and not because they are anable to  but ,due to the previous political mishappening in Kenya, Tourism dropped to zero. A bummer for most national reserves, which are, for their operational expences, dependent on the funds generated by the park's entry fees. A real set back which these rangers are facing in tackling this poaching problem and are now crying out to the well wishers, people with some extra bucks to spare, to chip in--donate something-- help them help these wonderful wild creatures.  

I have been trying to keep a follow up of what is happening there on the ground, through Joseph Kimunjino, a head Ranger in Maasai Mara and am trying with his email updates, to reach out to my contacts, fellow writers, people in Films, photography etc etc for their support, donation,  anything they can loose, to help these people and am sure it will make a big difference.

• If you want to donate through me, you can use my PAYPAL account exposupply@yahoo.com
• Or donate direct to Mara Triangle at maratriangle.wildlifedirect.org    
  

 Don't forget to mention you are a friend of GREATCHASER..

A personal reason why we have to do all our God given effort to safe places like Mara does not only contain a touristal motive but it also comprises a collection of elements and important factors not only to the local people, but also to us, film writers, film makers , photographers etc.

There are great stories to write about, and many Natural Films are made here and more are being made. One of the Film Production Company which can tell you about it is AEFF - African Environmental Film Foundation

These are people who make a great difference with the films they make, as far as educational and conservational contributions are concerned.

 For a Viewier Glimpse of what these people do contact them at http://africanenvironmentalfilms.squarespace.com

Standing at my place of work,it's a beautiful building with these opaque glass windows and the outside walls worked with the same colour panes giving it a glass house appearance.When you passby you get a feeling that somebody from the inside is watching you.Fascinating Spannish interior,from the walls to the floor,everything seem to screem in Spanish while the corridors and the Pilars supporting the floor above seem to serenade the Muchachus and Lachikas walking through them.Uh!

I feel miserable,why? Am i missing something,somebody? Does this atmosphere reminds me of something,somebody? I got myself asking.. In a matter of fact it did ,these walls,the paintings and the art works on the displays replenish my good old times memories full of Spanish Fiestas and many thoughts of my friends, whom i haven't seen in years and maybe will never see again like my ex girlfriend whom everything in her life was Spanish though had no Spanish blood or upbringing in her. I guess was just an exaggerated obsession .She was a fine artist and she loved Spanish arts.She used to take me to some arts exhibitions and would try to explain to me alot about arts, which some didn't have a faint idea what they were but, i pretended  just to make her day.That made me think how little i knew about art,didn't care though and i didn't think i was the type who would paint or write things which myself didn't have a clue what they were, if i didn't look  them through artistic eyes..

My ex likes visiting countries with some Spanish influence in their culture.No wonder why she could speak such perfect Spanish.I envied her and i liked listening to her speak it, though i couldn't take in no word she was speaking.I hoped she was not calling me funny names and i  think about that today but,  she wasn't an aggresive person.She did speak some Spanish though, when we broke up.I could tell from the flow of the words that she was not praising that moment but  that didn't hurt me in any way.Besides i could not harvest any word she said.I silently thanked her for teasing me in a strange language because thats motivated me to go out there and learn something else other than what i already knew.I thought it was cool especially when you speak it in public.It's just wauw! I got that motivation but didn't have even a slight idea what i wanted to learn.I first thought of Micmakian but that didn't sound interesting and is also not  international at all.Then i thought of French but, almost everybody in Canada could speak it.I needed only to take a bus to Quebec and was like i was in Franch.I didn't like the idea of thinking like a Quebecian while living in Nova Scotia.There was such a contrast in the whole idea. Ok,i needed a quidnace..Or i just had to choose Spanish and steak with my girlfriend. No,that was saddening, my relationship was over and so was my Spanish adventure and was opening a door to a new adventure.I Headed for Europe.

I was new in Europe and everything was very interesting.I was just a new kid on the block and everything was new to me.People,language,weather,food,culture and most of all the whole European mentality.I needed to re-adjust my clock and go with the flow.Though i didn't have a clue what people here will think of me,my fear of rejection was in a contrary to my expectations.I knew i could live anywhere in the world if i wanted to.I needed only to be at the right place and my feeling was telling me this could be it,  it could not be rightier.People liked me,they liked my fucked up accent and they would make fun of me.But that was fun and didn't bring me down,instead it motivated me to speak this strange language even though i could sometimes not even find a word to curse..but Fuck would do too.

At the end of my first year my formidable struggles besided me like an afternoon shadow,i had filled in very good and i was feeling pretty European.And my Language??..it had inproved that i could even tell a complete joke and people would laugh of it without laughing at me instead.I felt like Cosmo in the Gene Kerry film Singin' in the rain.In the film Don Lockwood(Gene Kelly) asked Cosmo what he thought of him as an actor,if he thought Don was a good actor.Cosmo answered him, comically, demostrating a dance "Make them laugh". ..i like oldies and this is my favorite and i seem not the only one. My daughters of 10,5,3 are crazy of this film. They would play this film almost ten times a day. They will push aside every furniture in the living room to create enough space,  they will dance along with Cosmo "Make them laugh"  then  pull out their umbrellas and dance like Gene Kelly. Assuming the whole room is flooded, they will stumb their small feet hard on the floor, jumping up and down, swing around, i have to intervien before they knock everything fro their places. 

 There is nothing i enjoy more like the company of my kids. They are all like me, happy, seem to enjoy life too just like their dad. It's pretty  obvious from their love of films, the way they discuss them  with me, that they understand and feel the context . This doesn't conclude that they all will end up as actresses or screenwritters but, am pretty sure, inside one of them lies a person who understands the context of a good story. 

Writing has always been my fascination and i have been writting as long as i can remember.The down side of me is that i have many other hobbies which sometimes stands my writing in the way and make me leave my work hanging halfway unfinished. There are many scripts i have writen starting from School plays to Musicals, i would like to have some of my work finished and produced, at least show the world what am capable of and deliver that message portrayed in my work. But or if not, these three daughters of mine will one day dig out my statch and will pull out that file,l read aloud and they will remember me and say "You really wanted to make a difference. Write that one down!

There is nothing i regret from my growing up.I look back where i came from,where i have lived,what i have done and i think myself as one of those blessed son of a Mother.She is a wonderful person. She taught me alot about values of life. She would say to me "take what you can and leave what you can't', otherwise you can't have them all".  I awalys thank her silently for those values.  

To my Dad, the old man i lived to know as my friend other than my own father. I guess we are both too ambitious trying to make it in life in our different ways of doing things. We are both self opinionated and we both love doing things our own way, maybe one of the things we have in common although that doesn't always have a positive effect in our life. We talk about things and we call our relationship good but that's all there is between us,i guess we don't have history!!. Am very sad because, fews months after i wrote this, my Father passed away. Very unexpectedly. I never thought i will miss him the way i do but, what can i say. Nothing, except...Thanks dad for giving me those years of your Life. You were a good man and will always be an influence in my work.

What happened to my American Lover?? The last time i heard about her, she was tour guiding some hiking expenditions in Alaska, eagle, bear watching and stuff like that.  I hope she draws them too, she was too good at it.  I wonder if she still love Spanish?

For me, i have found my rest, i do my travelling only if i have to.  My family is my priority so is the upbringing of these three girls. Maybe when they are big enough and on their own, then, i will resume my old hobby together with my Lovely Wife. I think the first place we would like to explore will be Africa..I would like to write more about Africa and it's people and even Produce some African Movies. Who knows what the years will bring us. I love Europe, it is a place i call home and has given me alot of rest.

O' i have to go now, my coffee break is over and so is my day dream,.but as for this building it will always remind me of Something,Somebody at Someplace.LOL 

 Marving 

A week ago,a friend of mine and i went to Amsterdam for a weekend hangout.

Amsterdam is one of my favourite cities in Europe because its very international and very cultural.There is alot to do in Amsterdam and people are very nice and helpful.Make sure though that you have ironed the little Dutch because people around don't like bullshitting in those funny foreign languages.I guess they are just proud of their small country and their nice torelant culture.

As we stroled down Kalverstraat (Kalverstreet),my favourite and the busiest street in Amsterdam,we came across this billboard poster soem fair they call Highlife or Blowers fair.The last one intrigued our imagination enticing us into wanting to know what really like to live a Highlife.We hopped a tram feeling our appetite rising as we clossed by our halt.  

"Blowes fair", is this what this is all about? I got myself asking since i couldn't apprehend how soemthing which is illegal to posses or use, can be ligally exibited and everybody is Okay with that.I thought i really missed a point untill one guy,holding a roll of joint between his front teeth,proudly foung sometimes to explain to me how things are weaved together.The shit is legal to use but illegal to deal and the dealers are not allowed to import,export or even transport it and not even licensed to sell it but are in unexplainable funny way allowed to sell it as long as they pay taxes. 

My guy took along drag from his joint and dashed behind the smoke leaving me trying to crack what he had just told me.Eh,i couldn't but, it seamed to me,obviously that i was not the only one.

Getting high,if you really enjoy getting high,give it a tryout if you really are a virgin,in that area or just hang around and experience what the proffesional do.  I mean if you are,just like myself, a vrigin in this or don't fit in any of these categories.

Blowing and getting High is part of the attraction in this show but are also fascinating  demonstartions by the coffeeshop runners showing the handy side of this Highlife business and its versatile craftsmanship other than just blowing and get Stupid. Think about joint rolling,the main attraction of the day and my favourite. Who didn't  think rolling a piece Rizler with some green staff in it would mean any big deal to anyone was wrong. Come on,i can roll a 30 inch' long joint in half a minute and dont drop a seed of my product or i can roll the longer and the tighter in 20 sec and bit the record of the Chic next cabin. Those were just my imaginations and the more i tried i ended up with a flat empty torn out Rizler in my hand .Bummer ! but whatever the case the 25 old Chic diserved the title.They crowned her Miss Highlife 2007.   

It was for an amusement and i went home feeling wiser and higher in my own way,something which diserved to be bloged about.Though,i couoldn't stop thinking..don't we live in an Ironic world?

In some countries if they catch you concealing an inch long joint,they will send you to Sing sing for a countable number of years to sobber up.They won't even care if you were holding it for your buddy who had just stepped into jon.But here I am,throwing my charisma around with a 12 inch' long joint between my fingers and they crown me Miss Highlife.Somebody Knock me down,but this is Ironic!!!

By the way..if you happen to be in Amsterdam and you are looking for somewhere to buy a nice cup of coffee,don't go to those they call coffeeshops here.You might end up getting a cup of coffee but coffee shops in Amsterdam are mainly for selling Weed,Joint,Pot or whatever the name you baptise it in your area.

Finish your coffee and come out smelling like a Weed Chimney,LOL