<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241</id><updated>2012-02-29T16:13:03.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel's This and That</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-5054581400778024328</id><published>2011-11-08T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:29:38.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On TV, 'Tis the Season.... to get EVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69cIgpcC-rI/Trk9YghsHII/AAAAAAAAAFs/QXhSptYWIXs/s1600/hell-on-wheels.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69cIgpcC-rI/Trk9YghsHII/AAAAAAAAAFs/QXhSptYWIXs/s200/hell-on-wheels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672632696907242626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEPH1fi9-oo/Trk9PIfi3II/AAAAAAAAAFg/MuQEZWszo24/s1600/Revenge-Poster-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEPH1fi9-oo/Trk9PIfi3II/AAAAAAAAAFg/MuQEZWszo24/s200/Revenge-Poster-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672632535836974210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjiM8rJs86I/Trk9H4i3W5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8kKhXDdYE38/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjiM8rJs86I/Trk9H4i3W5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8kKhXDdYE38/s200/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672632411296848786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed lately that TV seems to be showcasing series with a certain lean towards comeuppance. Aside from the attempts towards "MadMen" era driven shows, family comedies, and another round of formulaic procedurals, three new series have appeared with the central character bent on exacting their own brand of justice. Two of these are even on one network; ABC. The network Walt Disney helped to create (it's true) and now owned by his company, has two shows focused on revenge. In fact, it's the straight-to-the point title of one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Revenge" stars the remarkable Emily Van Camp, fresh from her time on "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" (another ABC show), as Emily Thorn, who can be charming one moment while hiding a truly icy demeanor beneath. Emily's dad was accused and sentenced for a crime he did not commit and died in prison unable to prove his innocence. But he left behind for Emily a small box containing all the names of those responsible for destroying their lives, plus a lovely group photo, suitable for framing or in Em's case, systematically crossing out each week's victim of her anger. To date, Emily has eliminated a stock broker, a psychiatrist, a senator, ----- this is one busy girl who's spent years carefully plotting out each move. Well, not exactly, as things do happen out of her control. When the mistress of the South Hampton queen bee's husband gets killed, Em quickly is both appalled and innocent. "This is not my fault," she declares, knowing that she did not mean for the said queen-bee (Victoria Grayson played with relish by Madeline Stowe) and her husband's security guard to silence the woman. It was a result of Em's tightening noose around this duplicitous couple, the chief architects behind dear old dad's disgrace and imprisonment. Oh, and their son is Em's fiance.... or was cause in the pilot, because he's killed,too. The show so far has been a flashback leading up to this point. Is THIS part of her plan? We'll see. There's still a lot of folks in that photo to cross off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Revenge" is based on the classic novel, "The Count of Monte Cristo." ABC's other show of I'll-get-even is "Once Upon a Time." This one is not based on one story; it's based on ALL the stories we know, namely, fairy tales. "Or think we know" as the pilot helps set up for us. From the producers of "LOST" (which is already a warning sign), the town of Storybrook is actual the living prison of Snow White, her prince, Jiminy Cricket, and a host of other folks from story time, thanks to a curse set upon them by Snow's Evil Queen. From the first two episodes, we learn there's a deeper history between Snow and the Queen, more beyond the "Heigh Ho" story we've already know. Yes, Snow re-states to Prince Charming the danger of this woman who "poisoned me with an apple because she thought I was prettier than her" and the curse is not to be ignored. See? It's about the Queen and her Our World-version, Regina Mills, the mayor of Storybrook. Lana Parrilla isn't just chewing the scenery as her malicious majesty. You can she the glee she's having in every line, every glare, every chilling smile she gives. Her adopted son has found his birth mother who, by sheer pixe-dust coincidence, is the daughter of Snow and the Prince. But it's about the Queen's need for revenge against Snow and whatever-the-heck-she-did. She is so bent on making everyone's happily ever after ruined, she even killed the one thing she loved the most (and a very "WHOA!" moment for this show as well as primetime in general) to get the job done. It's about Regina's need to not let this curse be broken and the lengths she'll go to do it. (And this chick does not have issues; she has a subscription.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMC has now brought us "Hell On Wheels," which is the name of the town that moves with the construction of the new Transcontinental Railroad. Oh, yeah, it's right after the end of the Civil War. Vengeance is never bound by time. Anson Mount plays the dark, stoic Cullen Bohannon, a former Confederate solider who's wife was brutally murdered by Union soliders. Thus,.... revenge! And he tracks down the ones responsible to Hell on Wheels, which gets complicated by a tribe of Cheyenne who want to destroy the linking of East and West. And along with other characters trying to find their way in this frontier, Cullen, (according to AMC's site for the series) though driven, gets qualms by his quest to exact justice. Which is something we have not seen yet from "Revenge" or "Once." Emily simultaneously, can create ever so slightly the coldest/hottest smile when a piece of her plan falls into place. And Regina/The Queen is a woman with no regrets for what's she's done, and will continue to do, to so many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do these three shows reflect anything that might be happening in real life? An underlying need by us viewers to see not only good triumph and the bad punished but, the very act of enacting accountability? Who wouldn't want to conjure a curse to sweep over all who have wronged us; to check off each being who deliberately made our lives that much harder to cope with? Do they reflect the movement still continuing in Lower Manhattan? Occupy Wall Street and its nationwide and world wide spin-offs (Occupy Fill-in-the-Blanks) are common people, "the 99%," who are angry at the banks and the execs who helped create the financial quagmire we are all stuck in, and want.... revenge? No. Justice? A sense of "this-is-not-fair-and-things-have-to-change-because-we-won't-stand-for-it-anymore? Yes. But these three shows, their pilots, were created, pitched, cast, and shot long before Occupy ever happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the need to seek revenge is just human nature. We can be complicated and yet so simple in design. "That's not fair" is the knee-jerk reaction in all of us and one these three shows feed into with complete abandonment. They've just started their trips down the dark side and so far, I am enjoying the ride. (But to the producers; don't disappoint us..... if you know what's good for you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-5054581400778024328?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5054581400778024328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-tv-tis-season-to-get-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/5054581400778024328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/5054581400778024328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-tv-tis-season-to-get-even.html' title='On TV, &apos;Tis the Season.... to get EVEN'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69cIgpcC-rI/Trk9YghsHII/AAAAAAAAAFs/QXhSptYWIXs/s72-c/hell-on-wheels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-5460455724390136888</id><published>2011-08-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:56:19.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If He Can Do It, I Can Do It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KA-1nf18Q7M/TkWFSNluBpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M4cSM6sttDQ/s1600/IMG_2875.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KA-1nf18Q7M/TkWFSNluBpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M4cSM6sttDQ/s200/IMG_2875.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640060656283420306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've noticed more and more friends and just people in general with a lack of faith. OK, wait! I am NOT talking specific religion. No deities, no Hail Marys, no atoning of guilt. I'm talking about a lack of faith within us about.... us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine, one of several actually in the puppet community, is feeling quite down about his chosen profession: puppet builder and performer. He like so many of us, started back in the 80's and 90's when TV and the occasional movie needed....no.....wanted puppets. I remember the 80's (Ah the decade of money and no CGI) were great for puppets in TV ads. I worked on the original Snuggle commercials as well as Crispy Critters, and the short lived Swedish Chef cereal Croonchy Stars. And Henson had a full staff here in NYC, Los Angeles, and in London. That's where my friend started his career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, when the clock chimed midnight and rung in the 1990's everything changed. The man who so many of us got the inspiration to pursue a life long love of puppets as a career, died. Certain projects did appear but then never lasted or had a specific cast/crew/staff/workshop with no room for newbies. And now well into the 21st Century, cheap CGI rules and puppetry, which I now call the "original 3D animation," is scarce. So my friend is depressed and wondering what to do next with his life since this career, he believes, is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the lack of faith I'm talking about. The lack of faith to believe in oneself and the resources and strength to keep it going. And its hard people! Staying positive. Holding onto the dream. Being optimistic during these times, it's hard! But then it's always been hard. There's never been a golden easy era where everything was perfect for everyone. My wife says that puppetry runs in cycles and that people are sick of cheap CGI that is not on a cinematic level. Something "old school" like puppets will come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One good sign is the new movie from Kermit and the gang coming out this Thanksgiving. "The Muppets" is basically about how the characters' careers in show biz get resurrected. Pretty much the behind the scenes story of the Muppets themselves, with this big screen return hoping to bring the gang back into mainstream minds the way they were over twenty years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May it break box office records. Cause if it does, puppets will be seen as money makers. Yes, that's crass. But that is a reason why this is called "show BUSINESS."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself "sold" a show to a PBS station who will off-set the costs of studio and crew. I just have to get the rest of the funding. And that has been quite the homework assignment. Going online and seeking companies, any corporation, that would like to sponsor a kids show. Now I know I will get the money, somehow. I don't know exactly how, or when, but I will. In fact, I see the money getting as the easy part; selling a show and having someone say "yes,' THAT is hard. Plus, when I get my show, I can maybe hire my friend to work on it. Lots of my talented friends to work on it. (Because I have now reached the age where I want to work with people I WANT to work with NOT HAVE TO work with.) And just like in the song the Muppets sang, &lt;i&gt;Just One Person, &lt;/i&gt;"If he can do it/ I can do it." For me the "he" was Jim (Henson). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will make this happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother always told me "Don't get a job; get a career." My wife believes in me with all heart. Coming up on twelve years of marriage, I mean, hey, the woman married a puppeteer! Specifically, a guy who used to dress in a bear suit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now &lt;i&gt;that's faith!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-5460455724390136888?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5460455724390136888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-he-can-do-it-i-can-do-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/5460455724390136888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/5460455724390136888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-he-can-do-it-i-can-do-it.html' title='&quot;If He Can Do It, I Can Do It&quot;'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KA-1nf18Q7M/TkWFSNluBpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M4cSM6sttDQ/s72-c/IMG_2875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-7850947819242442745</id><published>2011-07-28T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T04:37:55.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling "Dr. Puppet!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fuEqngPh-Q/TjFwqt9NOuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ep246fw7hSk/s1600/267529_2189873150206_1348419196_2500890_2515102_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fuEqngPh-Q/TjFwqt9NOuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ep246fw7hSk/s200/267529_2189873150206_1348419196_2500890_2515102_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634408488010332898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqbZFD2uMFw/TjFwPo5hlhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jTlv-81wwS8/s1600/267536_2206841014392_1348419196_2529550_6883194_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqbZFD2uMFw/TjFwPo5hlhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jTlv-81wwS8/s200/267536_2206841014392_1348419196_2529550_6883194_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634408022796244498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wkIEDeHwHE/TjFc1U0tMMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AfI0z96J27k/s1600/281529_237475382941640_155794164443096_773796_6731426_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wkIEDeHwHE/TjFc1U0tMMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AfI0z96J27k/s200/281529_237475382941640_155794164443096_773796_6731426_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634386680009797826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers are our greatest resources. They don't get paid what they're worth. They don't get the celebrity status that's due them. Yet these are the people entrusted with our children's minds and spirit. And THAT'S what makes the job both rewarding and daunting. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been puppeteering and (casually) puppet making since I was really little. When I was in the sixth grade, I got to "teach" puppetry to first graders in my school. That was my first experience in "teaching."  I used one of my favorite puppet books from the school library, took the really simple ones, and taught the kids how to make them. Then I graduated and didn't get back to "teaching" until adulthood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For several years, I've been auditioning and training (aka "teaching") puppeteers for the various co-productions of Sesame Street in other countries, such as Nigeria and Pakistan. And that was something I had never done before; take what I take for granted, that comes automatically to me and "teach" it to someone who 99.9% of the time has never, ever done this before. I had to break it down to the bare essentials, namely your "bare" hand and how it should move. Line up the candidates in front of the mirror and see who can "lip-sync," add a pair of eyes to learn "focus," move onto an actual puppet, and the..... shock-to-the-system....... doing everything now in front of a camera and watching the monitor. And it's all backwards. It still amazes me who "gets it," who doesn't, and who could, given more time which, for these circumstances, I never have to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the release of my book, I have done appearances across the country at book shops, kid museums, and schools (including my son's, plus my old school in Central Harlem). I showed folks, young and old, how to make puppets instantly. After all, that is what the book does. So, that was my entry back into "teaching" puppet making. However, I've just now completed my latest and ultimate "teaching" experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For four weeks this summer, I was the puppetry teacher for OOMPAH. Now before you start making Wonka references and singing the song, this particular OOMPAH referred to the day camp arts program in Huntington L.I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(http://www.hufsd.edu/news/stories/2011/april/07d.html) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have no idea what it stands for (and neither do a few of the people in charge). But they had a puppetry course last year (headed by a local who had the kids slap on plastic eyes and work in front of the camera. It all got recorded but never edited together. Pity.). They were still interested in having puppetry again and we ended up talking about it. I had a reasonable idea of what I wanted to do: divide up the four weeks into two weeks for TV puppetry and the last two for on-stage puppetry. They liked the idea and the course was titled, "Puppetry: On TV and On Stage!" I filled out my list of materials needed. And I was all ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had four classes per day, of, not families, not adults, but kids. K-I-D-S. Kids aged between nine and eleven years old. "Tweens" as they are labeled by advertisers and media programmers. I have never taught this age before, nor this many. One class had twenty-two kids in it. Would these kids, constantly exposed to (really good to really cheap) 3D animation, actually like to, let only want to, make &lt;i&gt;puppets&lt;/i&gt; out of socks, paper bags and boxes? Well it didn't take me long to realize.... YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also didn't take me long to realize that these kids needed and wanted to make something every day. Every class. I know how that sounds but kids need something to "do." Something to focus on. They used the sock puppets they made for the first video project; teams doing the classic Beatles song, "Yellow Submarine." It's hard enough trying to get grown people to do the infamous Muppet choreography of "right-left-right-left." Try teaching this to kids. And, again, it was amazing how some "got it" (a lot quicker then those grown ups I've trained).  One class even made a "Yellow Submarine" from post-its! Then the following Friday, was another song and choreography of their own choosing. Yes. THEY got to chose the songs. This was the most entertaining and bizarre morning I have had in a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In four weeks they made sock puppets, origami puppets, paper bag rod puppets, hand puppets from bath towels (the most popular), paper plate bunraku puppets, and finally, working in teams, the box bunraku puppets and Chinese-style dragons (for the last day's big show on stage). And they all got to take home a video montage of the course. Plus, I got dubbed the title "Dr. Puppet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I started out saying, I've "taught" for a while but this was an incredible experience. Why? Because of these kids. I've worked on many kids series that "teach" kids the alphabet and how to get along, among other childhood basics. But when you work on these shows, you rarely, often never, are exposed to your audience. No kids to interact with. What I learned from this experience is how kids, on their own, can be absolutely astounding in how they think and then how they execute an idea. The variations and sometimes improvements to these puppets blew my mind. I often thought, "You did THIS!?! And you're how old!?!?" Incredible. I learned so much from these four weeks as a teacher. And aside from my new nickname and my copy of the video montage, what else did I get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid (on last day, leaving): Thanks "Dr. Puppet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You are welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid: Are you coming back next year. You should totally come back next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I hope so. (beat) Will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid (calls back to me down the hall): I am TOTALLY taking this again next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What teacher couldn't ask for more than that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-7850947819242442745?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/7850947819242442745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2011/07/calling-dr-puppet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/7850947819242442745'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="headline"&gt;Puppeteer wants kids to try their hands at  creativity&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;By Kellie B. Gormly&lt;br /&gt;PITTSBURGH TRIBUNE-REVIEW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, December 15, 2010&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Children's entertainment of today is so high-tech that the  old-fashioned  charm of hand puppetry can, unfortunately, get buried,  says a prominent  puppeteer who is doing a workshop Saturday at the  August Wilson Center,  Downtown.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Puppets are sort of like the old-school version of 3-D animations;  it's the animation you can touch," says Noel MacNeal, of Brooklyn, N.Y.  He is a puppeteer and production consultant for "Sesame Street," and the  author of "10-Minute Puppets."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MacNeal -- who played Bear in the Disney TV series "Bear in the Big  Blue House" -- will be coming to the August Wilson Center for a Family  Puppetry Workshop, based on his book released last month. He plans to  demonstrate to kids and adults how to make the simplest puppets in as  little as 10 minutes, using everyday materials like paper bags, napkins,  socks -- even your hands.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I made this book as friendly and simple as possible," says MacNeal,  who lives with his wife, Susan, and their son, Matthew, who appears on  the cover of "10-Minute Puppets."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It was my way of reintroducing the magic of puppets to this  generation -- not only to kids, but also to parents," MacNeal says.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Participants, he says, will enjoy the empowerment of learning how to  make puppets: "Look at what you can do with what you just made," MacNeal  says.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the workshop, MacNeal will do a book-signing, and visitors can  enjoy a meet and greet with Lionel from "Between the Lions."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He says he is excited to perform at the August Wilson Center, which  represents part of his racial heritage. MacNeal's mother is half  African-American and half Native American; and his father is half  African-American, half Italian. MacNeal, who was born and raised in  Harlem, N.Y., says that the Family Puppetry Workshop should draw members  of any ethnic background to the center.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It's a great way for the August Wilson Center to let people know  we're here for everybody," MacNeal says. "It's a great way for the  community of Pittsburgh to know about what's there."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joe Wos -- executive director of the ToonSeum, which is partnering to  present the workshop -- says puppetry is an instant form of animation.  Skills of puppetry even apply to modern, high-tech entertainment like  video games: the player manipulates an onscreen characters' movements.  Still, classic puppetry with real-life puppets is priceless, Wos says.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"There's a magic to it; it's almost unexplainable," he says. "It can  be charming in its simplicity, too -- that magic of ... a simple object  and watching an artist bring life to it."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MacNeal, Wos says, is "an extremely talented performer -- one of the  best."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Kellie B. Gormly can be reached at kgormly@tribweb.com or  412-320-7824.&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;!-- End story_print.php story template --&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-1984274627260003702?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1984274627260003702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-school-3d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/1984274627260003702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/1984274627260003702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-school-3d.html' title='&quot;Old School 3D&quot;'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TRC7TUnbnpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mwHx2S2E_Ps/s72-c/Noel-MacNeal-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-7146299510468554305</id><published>2010-12-01T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T07:01:56.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Daddy Come, Too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TPZjF1tFNQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtndGHKa3X8/s1600/Our%2BFamily%2B"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TPZjF1tFNQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtndGHKa3X8/s200/Our%2BFamily%2B" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545728943120004354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my son and I walked to school with our neighbor and his daughter. I told him that we got the invite to his daughter's birthday party and replied "yes." He then asked if I had a chance to check his status on Facebook. "No," I said, "but I will now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's a little bit sexist when people e-mail kiddie birthday party invites just to the mom and not to the dad (when they have both e-mails or can find them pretty easily). If dads can't be trusted to get things onto the calendar, do kids with two dads not get invited anywhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled because he did tell me that it was a reaction to the fact that some did respond one way or the other..... to his wife's email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FB responses were fun, too (15 as of this writing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No real pattern - it's either random or dependent on which one of us has a closer connection to the other parent. Totally bizarre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. whichever parent SEEMS like he/she is in charge of that sort of thing. Sometimes I just feel bad bothering both parents; seems unnecessary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask my husband how he feels about the Maclaren stroller ad that says something like 'Made with Mom and Baby's Needs in Mind.' Or about the lack of changing tables in men's restrooms. Or more recently, the lack of family bathrooms at Disneyland, where our daughter refused to enter the men's room with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I email the dad when I know the dad welcomes the email, or, when the mom's a bitch. But you're right it's sexist and annoying." (my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, come on, there really is a stigma here. The majority of ads, both on TV, in print, and online, are geared directly at mothers. And it's because mothers do a lot, starting with the whole carrying the child for nine months scenario (remember "Childbirth trumps everything"). A lot is expected from them, from physical to emotional nurturing, that society and often, family place on them. But in many cases, more and more each day, this is changing. It's the having to mention that it's changing that's a little annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, a cable channel, let its female on-air host go. They were looking for a new female on-air host but for the interim asked if I would host it. It was a night time show to help kids get through their bedtime routines while showing short shows from their programming. Since they knew I had hosted a TV show, they thought I'd be OK doing this. Granted my previous hosting duty was a big old talking, cha-cha-cha-ing bear who owned his own home. But I knew who to interact with the camera keeping in mind that it's not a camera, it's a kid; a kid who has never seen me before. It's a trick I used on Bear to always keep it fresh in my mind. Plus it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one concern was raised and I was asked about it. "Do you think people will accept a man being that nurturing to a child. Especially at night?" I was floored, completely gob-smacked (as the saying in England goes). Did you just ask me this? As I my face did not register any of this, I replied, "Yes. Starting with Mister Rodgers, Captain Kangaroo, both hosts of Blues Clues, people see how nurturing and natural it is for males to interact with children. And being a new dad myself, I'm already being nurturing at bedtime. Every night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad who posted the status is awesome. He is always hands on in every way possible.In fact, his wife has been traveling more and more for business so he's been, at times, a single parent. And I get it. I and so many more guys are doing whatever we can, whenever we can, even staying home full time to do it. Living in Park Slope (Kid Central and apparently where the most blogs in the entire U.S.A. come from... glad I could help that stat), I see more and more guys hauling babes in Bjorns and pushing tots in strollers. They go to the play spaces with them, run errands with them, read to them at the local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, and of course, feeding and... the result of feeding. When was the last time you saw any of THIS in an ad? Name one ad that just shows a dad doing what is always expected of a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our son's Thanksgiving class party, he volunteered to bring in turkey. There was no way I was going to cook a whole extra turkey for a kindergarten class. Solution? I got turkey deli slices and that morning I rolled them up, cut them in half, and my son stuck tooth-picks in them. they were a hit, I am proud to say, and all the moms complimented the ingenuity involved... to my wife. "No," she said, "my husband &lt;points to="" me="" across="" the="" room=""&gt;, did it." "Oh!"was the response, the mixture of "Oh no way" and "Oh, let me get this foot out my mouth; excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sting of the stigma comes from the fact that, the more we dads do, the less notice it gets until one of us complains... like this.... and then it's an almost forced recognition. Maybe we have to much ego invested in this. By DNA programming, we are the "fix-it" factor: we see a problem and we try to fix it. Which, when mission accomplished occurs, the "hero" gene kicks in, as we stand hands on hips, eyes to the sky, the wind whipping through our capes.... You get the idea. A mom is always "Wonder Woman" but it's always a surprise to see a dad be a "Superman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/points&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-7146299510468554305?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/7146299510468554305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-daddy-come-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/7146299510468554305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/7146299510468554305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-daddy-come-too.html' title='Can Daddy Come, Too?'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TPZjF1tFNQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtndGHKa3X8/s72-c/Our%2BFamily%2B' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-9211545332488510329</id><published>2010-11-07T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:37:20.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Does it Have to be with Puppets?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TNa6r9CU3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/VQP1xeE0QWA/s1600/IMG_8736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TNa6r9CU3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/VQP1xeE0QWA/s200/IMG_8736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536818056180063474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Co-Productions: The Content Seminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the honor to travel on behalf of Sesame International and work with some of the most extraordinary individuals and help them create their own version of Sesame Street. From Mexico to India, Japan to Palestine, and South Africa to Nigeria, I have helped train puppeteers, instruct writers in how to write “Sesame,” and directors on how to shoot puppets, solo and with humans. I’ve even helped train a few “wranglers” (those unsung heroes of TV puppet productions who make your favorite characters look good on the air). But one part I’ve never done was “The Content Seminar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to a Content Seminar. I just attended my first. But “what” you ask “is a ‘Content Seminar?’” Listen closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before India’s Grover shows off his “cute and adorable” French basket to us, or Ireland’s Poddo uses the “Big Thingy Machine” to answer the question of the day, they and their friends, their entire Sesame world, was constructed with a content seminar. This is when the key learning points and educational themes (or the curriculum) are presented, discussed, and decided upon. Especially to narrow down what exactly needs to be addressed for that particular country’s child population. And there is much discussion, and debate, and dialogue, and monologue, and talk, talk, talk, talk, talk,…… And Power Point. LOTS of Power Point. (Those of you in league with the corporate world know what this means; I’ve got enough to explain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content seminar for every version of Sesame Street abroad varies; they run from the casual to the highly formal, depending on how many entities are involved. I will now save time and cyber space and skip the excruciatingly long speeches afforded the more formal one that I sat through (and if I never hear the words “power point” again, it will be too soon) to the fun part (aka Day Two of the seminar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, folks are divided into groups of different topics and to brainstorm either items to be used for the show (such as skits, songs, animation, or live action pieces) or to comment on the topic itself and whether it is even relevant to the children and culture of their country. For example, helping kids deal with a fear of the dark is mute in one area due to the fact that a lot of rural villages have no electricity. So kids are use to the dark. What some DO fear are bullies, teachers, and fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This is one of those times when you realize how big and different parts of the world are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group, which discussed art, music and social studies, went last and I assisted the designated presenter with the help of one of the rehearsal puppets I brought from NY for the puppeteer auditions the following week. So he and “Donnie” (the puppet from the Jim Henson NY Shop I named) talked about our topics of art and music and the fact that some people in the region don’t participate (or even condone) it but, that it should be included for families who do. Also, dance and a very festive regional one every child would know (and another team member rose and demonstrated it with “Donnie”) and social studies meaning everyone’s place in their family and community and helping one another. You know….. stuff we in the U.S.of A take for granted. After all the other presentations, there were questions and critiques. Even someone asking, "Does it have to be puppets?" But after ours? None. Instead there was applause and the sense that suddenly, having seen the human and puppet interacting, even singing and dancing to get the message (aka “lesson”) across, in such a natural, easy way, everyone suddenly had the exact same moment of “Oh….. THAT’S what this show will be about. NOW I get it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fascinating to see what a content seminar entailed. As I said before, some are much more casual than the one I got invited to, but all still try to gather as many minds as possible to collectively agree what goals to achieve and what issues to address for that particular country. And more importantly what a child in that nation will take away from watching this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it’s going to be their Sesame Street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-9211545332488510329?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/9211545332488510329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/11/sesame-co-productions-content-seminar-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/9211545332488510329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/9211545332488510329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/11/sesame-co-productions-content-seminar-i.html' title='&quot;Does it Have to be with Puppets?&quot;'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TNa6r9CU3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/VQP1xeE0QWA/s72-c/IMG_8736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-8541726963551847590</id><published>2010-10-06T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:13:28.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotlight on: Author Noel MacNeal @ Maker Faire 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.workman.com/blog/2010/10/spotlight-on-author-noel-macneal-maker-faire-2010/"&gt;Spotlight on: Author Noel MacNeal @ Maker Faire 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-8541726963551847590?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.workman.com/blog/2010/10/spotlight-on-author-noel-macneal-maker-faire-2010/' title='Spotlight on: Author Noel MacNeal @ Maker Faire 2010'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8541726963551847590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/10/spotlight-on-author-noel-macneal-maker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8541726963551847590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8541726963551847590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/10/spotlight-on-author-noel-macneal-maker.html' title='Spotlight on: Author Noel MacNeal @ Maker Faire 2010'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-2755683466324369613</id><published>2010-07-13T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:27:15.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Call Me "Mister" Noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDzxgnWby1I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZNSnaOz7aR4/s1600/Nigeria+training+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDzxgnWby1I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZNSnaOz7aR4/s200/Nigeria+training+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493531188106349394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing my last post from Nigeria. It's almost 11:00PM. In the comfort of my hotel room (the very posh and elegant Protea Hotel Ikeja), it's the last twenty-four hours here; this time tomorrow night, I should be on a plane heading back to the U. S. of A. after eleven days with the new production team for Sesame Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a truly amazing trip. The vibrancy of Lagos and its people. The food (and let me tell you they do NOT skimp on portions here; these folks know how to eat); the culture and the pride wrapped around it. The music, the languages, the styles of clothes and fashion that completely run the gamet. All unforgetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's those brand new "dollie-wrigglers" I've trained that I will remember and be grateful to. It's all due to these four puppeteers I chose to perform these twocharacters that helped me enjoy being so far from home and hearth. Trust me, it would have been a lot harder if they weren't getting it, or not trying, or just complaining. (And dear God, there is nothing worse then a whiney puppeteer.) But they are the opposite. These four individuals who, just six days ago had never even met, let alone held up a puppet, have developed a true chemistry with each other and are collaborating to enhance scenes given them, all on their own. When I came in this morning they had gone ahead and not only started work on the scene I assigned them, but made it better! All on their own! Aside from focus, lip-sync,keeping the puppet straight,performing lines, handling props, and doing it all on little rollies (those round slightly cushioned seats with wheels to slide along the floor on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they've picked up on all this in just SIX DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're leaving tomorrow?" one asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;And he retorts, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because," I say with a smile, "I have a life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't want me to leave. Very flattering. The puppeteer who asked the question calls me "Mister" Noel. I found out that this is a form of respect for someone who is ...um.... well.... &lt;ahem&gt;...... older. Fine. I've reached that. But it is nice that they want me to stay and to learn more from me. The photo of me holding Kami is when I was checking something on the monitor for her. These are both beautifully made puppets by the Henson Workshop NY. But they do belong to Tekalani Sesame, the South African version. And these are the actual puppets from that production; it was thought they would translate well for this version. However, THIS Sesame deserves it own characters and I've already given them an idea for one for next season that is completely Nigerian when they see it; We'll see (money pending). But it is time for me and them to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I regret about leaving is not being able to see them in studio. It got pushed a week to let them all get up to speed. And that was a very wise decision on the producers part. But they are going to be so good. And each day they will just get better. And take care of each other. And bust each others' chops. And give the children of Nigeria such happy memories to look back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I remember that show from when I was little. I loved that show," someone will say years from now (after watching YouTube cause that sure as heck is not going away).And what a great responsibility to have; creating memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odabo. (Good-bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.......... We got time for three quick Nigerian jokes before I go. And having survived Lagos traffic, I get these more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the most important part of any moving vehicle in Lagos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is another name for a pedestrian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Risk taker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and finally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is another name for a traffic light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Wishful Thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trust me NY; if you can make it HERE you can make it anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;See you soon my little family!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-2755683466324369613?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/2755683466324369613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-call-me-mister-noel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/2755683466324369613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/2755683466324369613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-call-me-mister-noel.html' title='They Call Me &quot;Mister&quot; Noel'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDzxgnWby1I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZNSnaOz7aR4/s72-c/Nigeria+training+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-4665296194107620658</id><published>2010-07-11T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:37:41.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is Lagos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDobiZTMW7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/alM2WQbjB_U/s1600/Nigeria+training+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDobiZTMW7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/alM2WQbjB_U/s200/Nigeria+training+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492732973252631474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDobiPS30KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mqQB-Tf01O4/s1600/Nigeria+training+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDobiPS30KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mqQB-Tf01O4/s200/Nigeria+training+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492732970566930594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDobh2Lq4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/kPy8T8dzLh0/s1600/Nigeria+training+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDobh2Lq4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/kPy8T8dzLh0/s200/Nigeria+training+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492732963825836690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDoauQ0hC3I/AAAAAAAAABk/tXbYmHP2wXw/s1600/Nigeria+training+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDoauQ0hC3I/AAAAAAAAABk/tXbYmHP2wXw/s200/Nigeria+training+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492732077623282546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being here since July 4, I FINALLY get the day off. And as promised the executive producer treated me (and the producer from Sesame Workshop) to a grand tour of Lagos. After all, when she offered I said, "Absolutely. You have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt; of rumors to dis-spell." Well,... mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this is the clear case of "this-is-NOT-the-place-from-CNN." Everyone here is NOT sending out scam emails to idiot Americans. Everyone is NOT trying to blow up an American naval craft. (In fact, the jack-ass who tried that wasn't even Nigerian; he was just born here.) There aren't pirates roaming the beaches; there aren't gangs of kidnappers prowling the streets. Nope. Sorry to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagos (which is Portuguese and pronounced "Lay-gus" and also called "Èkó" in the Yoruba language) is a city. It's a big city. It started on Lagos Island where all the government offices were because until 1991. Abuja was designed to be a "capital city" in the same way Washington D.C. was; it was all thought out. But Lagos is "organic," it's grown out from that original island to the mainland. Ikeja, the area we're staying and where the production office is, was founded by colonials who wanted to be nearer to the new airport nearby. This city is busy with people doing what all people in big cities do; live a life. Just like we do in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after a morning session with the puppeteers (who are getting better each time), I went prop shopping and wrangler supply shopping with the two ladies who will be handling the job (one of whom is the right hand assistant for "Kami"). And we went to Lagos Island to.... the mall. YES people! An actual mall. And guess what I saw. Brace yourself. People, no, entire families shopping. Can you imagine? Here? Well, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's tour took us to Victoria Island next to Lagos Island. This Island reminded me of shots of Miami beach and Beverly Hill with all the palms and all the (very) rich homes behind the gates. We got to visit Bogobirt House. (www.bogobirilagos.com)This incredible bed-and-breakfast hotel has an extensive art collection, all available for purchase and rooms all themed after Africa; so much tile and wood carvings adorn the walls of your guest room and the chairs you sit in. And outside was a man with the most gorgeous hand made garments for men and women. (I of course bought a shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was onto Terra Kulture. This center for art and performance has a gallery, bookshop, boutique and a stage. It's where I was treated to a performance of "The Jero Plays" writen by Wole Soyinka. Mr Soyinka (whose full name is Akinwande Oluwole Soyinka) is Nigeria's foremost playwrights. "The Jero Plays" are two combined into one: "The Trails of Brother Jero" and "Jero's Metamorphosis." They concern the charlatan preacher who uses religion to his own advantage. And it's based on actual fake prophets and preachers who roamed Bar Beach. They were written in the early '60's but going by Bar Beach after the play and just a block away, we saw some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed the first Anglican Church built in Lagos, traveled over two of the "Three Bridges" connecting Victoria and Lagos Islands to the mainland. And we passed many neighborhoods, some very rich and some very not-rich. And as we drove by one area, I saw a four story building that had seen better days and in the doorway was a woman. She was sitting and tossing her baby up and down. And they were both laughing. See? Two people just living their lives just like you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it's back to the fleecey grind-stone before taking off this Wednesday. Better get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-4665296194107620658?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4665296194107620658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-lagos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/4665296194107620658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/4665296194107620658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-lagos.html' title='THIS is Lagos'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDobiZTMW7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/alM2WQbjB_U/s72-c/Nigeria+training+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-8966832588023125437</id><published>2010-07-08T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:01:05.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDZblaR_deI/AAAAAAAAABU/gTUyEgttGuQ/s1600/3563251855_9dd9583d01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDZblaR_deI/AAAAAAAAABU/gTUyEgttGuQ/s200/3563251855_9dd9583d01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491677493892969954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Theater of Nigeria is in Lagos. This building in the shape of a general's hat, was home to some of the most superb theatrical performances and concerts ever seen in Nigeria. Upon entering the building, you look up and see this beautiful carved wood, representing the hat's "band", wrapping around the facade.It was built in 1977 as the chief forum for the International Festival of Black Arts and Culture,and was the prime center for performing arts in the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the building is a shadow of it's former self, in need or repair and care. So why am I telling you about a former "Nigerian queen" who's beauty has faded to a memory. Because that is where Sesame Square is. Or more actually where the set is being built. That's where I went to today; part of my morning meetings to weigh in about the set and the studio stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I and the producer for Sesame Workshop and the producer for the Square get out of the car and meet the set designer who then leads us inside the theater to the scenic shop. We start off entering and walking through the under ground garage of the theater. Very dark. Very deserted. Very.... wait.... is that piles of wood? That looks like set pieces against that dark corner. And as we approach the wooden frames of what looks like houses, I suddenly realize; this doesn't lead us to the scenic shop. This IS the scenic shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a successful meeting figuring out how to fit the little structures in the very limited-spaced studio. I was pleased that my suggestion of "false perspective" (the biggest one closest to camera and scaling down the rest away from camera) was welcomed and accepted; especially since the designer has theatrical experience I knew he'd get what I was talking about.Luckily he also used his computer to reference the design just has the lights went out for about 15 (long) seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was onto the studio itself, to check out how much or how little space they are going to have. Well, once it saw it, it's the latter. It's sixteen feet wide by twenty-one feet long, with a ceiling height roughly ten, at the most. Yeah. But this was the best and by that cheapest studio they could get. See, here Lagos is the capital of Nigeria's entertainment industry known as "Nollywood." There are loads of productions, such as their versions of soap operas, going on all the time. Some productions have even built their own studios and won't rent them out to anyone. So independent ones take complete advantage of this and hike the price since there is no other game in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they will somehow, God bless them, make this work. They are going to make ALL of this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the offices, I made my way upstairs to the rehearsal room to see what the puppeteers had done without me. See, before I left, I gave them this assignment: read the script, block it (meaning go through the motions of where you have to be and when within the scene), rehearse it, and then tape it to show me the best two takes they'd be proud to show me.Not only did they do it but they did an ALTERNATE they came up with themselves.So instead of two takes, I got to see FOUR! And it was all GOOD! Really GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved onto another scene and during the course of it, Zikwe, just before showing his surprise to Kami, ad-libbed the line, "Prepare yourself." This phrase, not only cracked me up in his reading when he said it but, sums up so many aspects of this adventure for me and for them, especially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday? Well, not only do I get to work with the new puppeteers but now I have to make time from that to now show the wrangler/prop person what props puppets can use by going shopping for them with her. Including key components for the wrangler's kit (the things needed to not only prepare the puppets for camera but any upkeep on them needed) that was NEVER shipped over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prepare yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-8966832588023125437?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8966832588023125437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/prepare-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8966832588023125437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8966832588023125437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/prepare-yourself.html' title='Prepare Yourself'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDZblaR_deI/AAAAAAAAABU/gTUyEgttGuQ/s72-c/3563251855_9dd9583d01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-3845325996883608901</id><published>2010-07-07T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:23:31.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good. Let's Do It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDUJ9ak5mHI/AAAAAAAAABM/MdlpNfkk3HY/s1600/Nigeria+training+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDUJ9ak5mHI/AAAAAAAAABM/MdlpNfkk3HY/s320/Nigeria+training+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491306271358949490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder woke me up this morning. I looked out the window and it was pouring rain. And Lagos does not do well with rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, here are the three things you begin to notice about the streets in Lagos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) No traffic lights. Instead certain, I mean, the rare, intersections has a police booth where an officer will step out to direct traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) No sidewalks or crosswalks. Really. People just walk along the edges of where there should be one along side......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) "Drains." Actually, two feet wide, two feet deep trenches. Some areas are exposed and you step over them and some areas are covered over by slabs of concrete or (along the side streets)planks of wood to walk across to get to the shop of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adding rain to this and the traffic congestion does not make for a smooth morning commute. Luckily I wasn't driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I arrived at the office, three of the puppeteers I just cast were late. I wanted to speak to all of them and show them a surprise but had to wait. I downloaded a couple of Sesame bits from You Tube (oh what did we do before You Tube?)as references of performance and pacing to show everyone and looked over a script with the director until they finally were all assembled."Well," I said to them, "Welcome to Sesame Square." And after I showed them the clips, I brought out the "surprise." Up to now, they've worked with rehearsal puppets. But in the case I was opening, that just arrived, was "them;" the real "Kami" and "Zikwe." The four of them melted; they loved seeing them and especially trying them on. "And if you're very good," I said, "You get to play with them." At the end of the week. Meanwhile, let's get back to work ...... and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up to the make shift rehearsal room upstairs and I had them practice again in front of the camera and use the monitor. It started yesterday to help me make my final decisions of who could do this. Everyone of the final round tried it and suddenly going from a mirror to the camera was,...... SURPRISE!...... every movement is the opposite. So today I had my brand new puppeteers do the following: Kami comes into frame in the foreground calling for Zikwe and, starting from the back, he walks up to her. They recite the alphabet together and then walk off. And how long did this take to do? This took three hours. But wait; remember these are people who never did this before today, who began learning this Monday,just two days ago. And each time it got better and better. It happened again after lunch having them practice the classic Sesame song "Sing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both these exercises help them with their camera work, their pacing, their ability to take direction and their stamina ("Shake it out. Good.... Let's do it again."). And it also helps them get to know each other. After all, the puppets already have "chemistry;" now the puppeteers need to have their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Working with actual scripts and scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooo.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-3845325996883608901?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/3845325996883608901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-lets-do-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/3845325996883608901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/3845325996883608901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-lets-do-it-again.html' title='Good. Let&apos;s Do It Again'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDUJ9ak5mHI/AAAAAAAAABM/MdlpNfkk3HY/s72-c/Nigeria+training+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-8785972364111023911</id><published>2010-07-05T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:57:40.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Nigeria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDLgQr7OURI/AAAAAAAAABE/RlWMQw95GTo/s1600/kami-sfaidschar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDLgQr7OURI/AAAAAAAAABE/RlWMQw95GTo/s320/kami-sfaidschar.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490697472991711506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got off the plane, walking through the connecting tunnel, the lights went out and flickered back on a second later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Nigeria!" the  attendant at the other end, happily declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that sense of humor about themselves and their country that you get from Nigerians. They know everything that is wrong; they know it's far from perfect, if it ever will be. They even admit that they were never meant to be "a country." Nigerians are tribal and the three main tribes that still exist comprise the west/south west, east/south east and north. It was, once again, the brilliant minds of the British and French and others, who decided how to carve up and slice out Africa (for themselves first). And it's stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough history. Let's deal with the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to audition and train puppeteers, to consult with the director, and basically help in anyway I can the newest Sesame Workshop co-production, "Sesame Square," Nigeria's very own "Sesame Street." This is the latest version to be added to Sesame's global franchise; think Starbucks with a curriculum. It will be a half hour with inserts from our Sesame with voices dubbed in; in English the official language of Nigeria, by locals to give Ernie, Bert, and Grover Nigerian accents. But the beginning, middle links and the end of the show are on the set of the Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Square's stars will be Kami and Zikwe. Kami is basd on South Africa's Sesame character who lives being HIV positive, as a way to educate, not just kids, that ANYONE HIV + is NOT contagious, dangerous, or a freak. Zikwe is her bigger burly friend with a hear of gold, blah, blah, blah..... You know, the usual. What's interesting is that his name won't be Zikwe here.... maybe. They've run a contest to have him named and the winning name is to be announced at midnight.... of the day they begining shooting. YES! The puppeteers will have worked with scripts and practiced saying Zikwe and then when they walk in the first day, "Oh by the way his name is now 'Master Abercrombe Fitch, Esq.' Cheers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might not seem much to you or I (and it's still a pain)but these are people, not just brand-new-puppeteers, but EVERYONE, who have NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE. Entire production teams for these co-productions, in cases, are people (writer, directors, producers,camera and sound operators, etc.)who have never tried to entertain and then educate; educate through entertainment before, let alone put on a puppet show.I spent over two weeks last year in India just working with their writers to get them up to speed on how to "write Sesame." Here I will work with the director on the best camera angles to shoot Muppets. It's amazing how Sesame has to teach others how to do "Sesame" before these people can begin to teach their country's children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't appreciate "schtick" until you see people who've never had it.("Laugh! There are children in India who've never had vaudeville!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I started the auditions and saw twenty-four potential puppeteers out of whom, three were good. And women. Maybe not a big deal to you but for those in "puppetdom," you know how it can be quite the "boys'club." But here, these three kickd the guys' butt. They were very good and coming back again today to continue. So "Kami" will be set. Now we got more guys in coming for "Zikwe" (or whatever his name is; check your watch). And because the rehearsal space in the office building wasn't ready yet, I did the auditions in front of a mirror in the building's lobby. Yup. And that's fine. It still worked and I still saw what I needed to see. And when it comes to "going with the flow," well I will take this moment to brag.... after my first trip to South Africa, I AM THE MASTER.(But that's another blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-8785972364111023911?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8785972364111023911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-nigeria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8785972364111023911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8785972364111023911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-nigeria.html' title='Welcome to Nigeria!'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TDLgQr7OURI/AAAAAAAAABE/RlWMQw95GTo/s72-c/kami-sfaidschar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-8278089386371464524</id><published>2010-05-31T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:36:26.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TAPlNCgE3WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mbLPeFvrvCE/s1600/A+Bear+and+his+Black+Hawk.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TAPlNCgE3WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mbLPeFvrvCE/s320/A+Bear+and+his+Black+Hawk.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477473583985122658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Memorial Day. Folks get the day off from work and school. There's going to be barbeques, pool parties, and games on the beaches and lakes across our country. And all this fun is due to the somber side of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we should all take a moment to acknowledge and remember those who have and are currently serving our armed forces and who voluntarily put their lives at risk to for the sake of our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we should also take another moment to a moment to acknowledge and remember those who have and are currently serving our armed forces with their unwavering support and love. I'm talking about all the families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, Bear in the Big Blue House got a "spin-off" series called "Breakfast With Bear." Bear went to the actual homes of real children who showed him how they would start their day. We did them in NY and LA and visited homes in apartments, the suburbs, even the Big Apple Circus. But the one I remember the most was the visit to Fort Irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ft. Irwin is situated in the middle of the Mojave Desert and is the largest training facility in the U.S. It is roughly the size of Rhode Island and even has it's own "village" for the military to practice in. It also has it's own town for the families of the enlisted to live. It's got a supermarket, movie theatre, even a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jonathon" was the boy we got to visit, whose dad was stationed in Iraq. In fact, while we were shooting the breakfast scene, he called home and his wife said she couldn't talk now because "Bear is in the kitchen" and hung up. "Call the man back!" Bear insisted, "It's OK! We'll wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at Ft Irwin, I did "meet n' greets" for the families to get photo ops and chat with Bear. Just before we left, we were asked if Bear could go "across town" and visit that neighborhood, in particular one family who's husband/father had been killed two weeks prior. "Absolutely," I said, "but don't tell me which family it is." Bear rode in the back of a hummer over (so cool by the way) and met everyone there and after we left I asked which ones they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to go back with Bear, even tried organizing a visit with other Disney characters but to no avail. But this past week, I found out that I can have copies of my puppet making book shipped there for free and with my upcoming book tour in the fall that includes California, asked if I could go back and visit. The people there are wonderful, hard working, loving, and just like any other family trying to do the best they can each day...... with of course that one exception: the loved one(s) are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to all the brave souls who serve the military and our nation abroad ––– and right here at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-8278089386371464524?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8278089386371464524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8278089386371464524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8278089386371464524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/TAPlNCgE3WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mbLPeFvrvCE/s72-c/A+Bear+and+his+Black+Hawk.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-605946754682094671</id><published>2010-05-16T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T06:29:25.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is May 16</title><content type='html'>If you're reading this you are probably a puppeteer (or you know one). If you're a puppeteer,you probably already know the significance of May 16. If you're a puppeteer and you don't know the significance of May 16, you will get exposed to its meaning rather quickly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 16, 1990, Jim Henson died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is when many people will take a moment to remember Jim. Those who worked with him, those who met him, those who wished they met him, and mostly those whose lives were effected by his talent in one way or another. And being Jim, it will be positive, even life changing. "Genius," "inspirational," "the 'Walt Disney' of puppetry," and more will describe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Jim. I worked with Jim. To me, he was all those descriptions I mentioned. And he did have a life changing effect on me; he (and the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muppets&lt;/span&gt;) convinced me that if he could make a living, a life long career, as a puppeteer, so could I. And I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other title most people don't think of when thinking of Jim is the other "career" I have also. Jim was a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the late 80's (I can't remember which year). We were holding a puppet, with what’s known as “practical hands.” This means the principal performer puts his hand, usually the right, up through the body into the head, to open and close the mouth in time to the words spoken. The other hand goes into a sleeve made of the same material as what the puppet is wearing and into the puppet’s left hand. In this case, the puppet in question was Ernie and I was “right handing” for him — Jim Henson. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And in the middle of rehearsal, the Sesame Street lighting crew needed to make a quick adjustment, so, rather than take Ernie off, we just sat down on two wooden boxes near the set. And I remember thinking, “I’m sitting next to Jim Henson. Jim Henson! This man is the 'Walt Disney of puppetry,' even better than Disney. He’s Kermit the Frog. He’s Ernie. I’m attached to Ernie! I should say something. Say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;! You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got a chance most puppeteers would give their right arm for — and how stupid would that be — &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t “right hand” without your right arm . . . . Jeez, Noel! Focus! FOCUS! Think of SOMETHING to SAY!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then in that multi-second of panic, I remembered what my mom would always do to get someone to talk; if they're a parent, ask about their kids. "People will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; talk about their kids." So that's when I turned to Jim Henson and asked, "So... how are the kids?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the man looked at me and said, "Oh. they're great," and proceeded to tell me what each one was up to at the time; their projects their interests, where they were. And I could feel the pride this man had in sharing the news of his children with someone else. Being a dad now, I can now see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; was in his eyes; him watching them at growing-up and becoming their own persons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to chat Jim up. But I'll always remember that first time I really got to talk to him.And today, I feel proud to be a puppeteer and a dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-605946754682094671?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/605946754682094671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-is-may-16.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/605946754682094671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/605946754682094671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-is-may-16.html' title='Today is May 16'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-4496175232627627404</id><published>2010-05-01T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:23:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy FREE Comic Book Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/S9whifOKETI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Aa_d2dE7noo/s1600/FCBD-Graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/S9whifOKETI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Aa_d2dE7noo/s320/FCBD-Graphic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466280924101087538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's May! It's the first of May! Which means what? It's FREE COMIC BOOK DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1 May, comic book stores across the country (and around the world) give away FREE comics. Check your local stores for their participation and rules for today. Then get there early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My five year old son is so interested in reading. In fact, there are several words he can not only read but also write. So a comic book offers a great opportunity for more reading. And there are so many little kid friendly comics out there, now. Just checkout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.kidscomics.com/ to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on FREE Comic Book Day, plus to watch a video from comic book fan Milo Ventimiglia of TV's HEROES, just go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://freecomicbookday.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of the immortal Stan Lee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excelsior!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-4496175232627627404?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4496175232627627404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-free-comic-book-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/4496175232627627404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/4496175232627627404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-free-comic-book-day.html' title='Happy FREE Comic Book Day!'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CaeO9kLft9Y/S9whifOKETI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Aa_d2dE7noo/s72-c/FCBD-Graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391077387479936241.post-8746835879342925507</id><published>2010-04-24T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T06:46:26.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day of Puppetry!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only my first "blogging" but it's my first website.  And by coincidence it all starts on National Day of Puppetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hubba-wha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The 12th Annual National Day of Puppetry as recognized by the Puppeteers of America which, according to their website is a "national nonprofit organization founded                in 1937, provides information, encourages performances,  and builds                a community of people who love puppet theatre." Here is there link for more information about them and this honored day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.puppeteers.org/fest_ndop.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little blog of mine will highlight and talk about puppets as it occurs. After all, that's how my life has gone, thus far; always back to puppets. But being a dad (my other profession) I have discovered a lot of other things just as cool and entertaining for the young ––– and young at heart ––– that I'll share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4391077387479936241-8746835879342925507?l=noelmacneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8746835879342925507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-national-day-of-puppetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8746835879342925507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4391077387479936241/posts/default/8746835879342925507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noelmacneal.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-national-day-of-puppetry.html' title='Happy National Day of Puppetry!'/><author><name>Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326845840175156769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
