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Happy 5766!
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4th October 2005 : 08:15pm
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Public to Est. members
Shana tova to those of you who are marking the occasion. May the new year bring all good things your way!
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7th July 2005 : 12:22pm
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I hope all of you are safe and well, and my thoughts go out to the families of those who weren't as lucky.
If any Londoners want to reply to this, just to let us know that you're okay, that would be great.
*holds Olivia tightly*
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Week 1
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20th June 2005 : 10:43am
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Mood: Exhausted
I still can't quite believe it all--that all of a sudden, there's this tiny, beautiful person in our lives. Right now, she mostly sleeps and eats, but every now and then I look up and she's staring at me with an expression that's disconcertingly alert.
Thank you, all of you for your good wishes. I'll try to get to you all individually a bit later, but at the moment, it seems that Olivia has made the connection between wailing like a banshee and the availability of food. She hasn't quite figured out the part where food comes from the parent who is soft and round, though, which means that I've got to go shove her at Mommy.
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Phone Post, 13.06.05 8:15 AM GMT
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13th June 2005 : 09:41am
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Mood: Awed
Music: Olivia trying out her very healthy lungs
I'd like to introduce you all to Olivia Beth Isaacs-Moss, weighing in at 3.14 kg (pi!) and 55.88 cm. She is, in my completely unbiased opinion, the most beautiful baby ever. She and her mommy are both doing fine.
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Phone Post, 13.06.05 1:07 am GMT
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12th June 2005 : 11:23pm
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Mood: Harried
Music: Carrie-Anne blaming this all on me
Carrie-Anne went into labour at Batman--baby's not here yet, but she's on the way, I think--just wanted to let people know--gotta go--
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Happy Birthday, ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) liam!
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7th June 2005 : 04:48pm
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Carrie-Anne and I were going to get you a baby for your birthday, but she's going to be a little late. Still, I just had to say:
Happy Birthday, Master!
Now hurry home so we can celebrate properly.
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To Do: Call police re: restraining order
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7th June 2005 : 01:09pm
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Shit. I totally forgot about it, but the restraining order on that crazy bint expired June 1. I hadn't seen her around here as much as I did when I was in the flat with Emma, but I know she showed up once while we were being besiged by the paps and got chased off by the Est. security Liam'd hired. I wouldn't really care too much if it weren't for Olivia coming--it's just one more thing that we don't need to deal with.
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It's (Going To Be A) Girl!
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5th March 2005 : 04:40am
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Mood: On Top of the World
We went to see the doctor today, and it's official: Baby 1.0 is actually Baby Girl 1.0. Judging from the way she kicks, I think she may be Liverpool Football Club's first female center.
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Wistful: Jason Standalone, 28 February 2005
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28th February 2005 : 05:41pm
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Players Only. Takes place during the Oscar broadcast.
Once Cate Blanchett's speech is over, Jason quietly slips out of the living room and into the office. He doesn't know anyone else who's up for anything, so there doesn't seem to be any real point in watching. It's not even Liam--I'm just as upset that Bill didn't get nominated, Jason thinks while he's waiting for his game to load. But it's not just that either, is it?
Jason's never had any illusions about his work. As far as he's concerned, he's managed to combine a slight ability to mimic people he sees with a lot of hard work and come up with a decent career. He's always thought of himself as a competent actor, though not an especially gifted or talented one. I'm not like Liam. Normally, it doesn't bother Jason; he's more than content with what he has. But the Oscars show always makes him a little wistful, wondering if he'll ever be standing on that stage thanking his parents and brothers and children and wife and lover.
I suppose there's a chance that Cuba Libre will do it. Peter made Robin Williams and Jim Carrey into serious actors, right? But I can just see the reviews talking about a great script, amazing direction, and then "Jason Isaacs is simply not a strong enough actor for the role, and should perhaps stick to sneering at small children."
I should talk to Paul, see if maybe I can get some stage work lined up, Jason thinks. Films are great, but Jason's always loved the adrenaline rush from doing live theater; the feedback loop of energy between performer and audience helps to focus him. What I'd really like to do is direct something. I like doing it, and it's something I really do think I'm good at--on stage, at least. For film, well Mel did it, and Kurt did it--how hard can it be?
All of it will have to wait until after the baby, and then he's got the next Bond film to do. It's not like I'm hurting for work, Jason reminds himself firmly as his pirate chases after the Spanish treasure fleet. Besides, Jamie Foxx may have just gotten an Oscar tonight, but he also made Booty Call. Surely there's hope for me.
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Culture, children, and other words that start with "C"
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30th January 2005 : 07:48pm
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Mood: Thoughtful
[friends-locked to: c_a_moss, liam, christian_bale, jonathan_r_m, viggo_m, shadow_tom miranda_o dame_judi ewan_mcgregor judel doubting_thomas, danielradcliffe, emma_watson, sean_bean, eric_bana, karl_urban, stownsend, craigpearce, baz_luhrmann]
Posted Friday, 28 January 2005
I'm the third generation of my family (on both sides) to be born in England. We may have had relatives in Russia and Poland during World War II, but not anyone that my parents or grandparents had ever had any contact with. That wasn't the case for most of the kids I went to school with--they all had stories about how their parents managed to get out of Poland or Germany or the Netherlands or Belgium just ahead of the Nazis--and about the cousins, aunts and uncles who didn't make it out. It always made me feel vaguely guilty, like I didn't have real Jewish cred, and it was another one of those things that made me question my identity. How can you be a citizen (excuse me, a subject) of a country that has a state religion when you're not a member of that religion? But how can I claim to be Jewish when, despite the best efforts of parents, grandparents, teachers, and rabbis, I'm just too bloody lazy to be observant? What does it mean for me to describe myself as "culturally Jewish" when my family history is so different from that of most of the people I grew up with?
I'm thinking about all of this again because of the commemorations (and don't get me started on Darth Cheney and his parka!), and also because of the baby thing. It hit me the other day that under the rules I grew up with, my child won't be considered Jewish. I would never even consider asking Carrie-Anne to convert, and we've agreed that while we'll expose the kidlet to a variety of belief systems, we don't want to impose one on him/her/it. At the same time, I also realized that I've been assuming that if we have a boy, we'd have a bris. But if his mother's not Jewish, and his father is only on an ethnic level, then why should we bother? Do we really have the right to make that choice for him? Do I really want to explain to my parents why we're not having a bris for their grandson? Why should the idea of not doing it bother me, when I haven't been to shul since Nana Olivia died?
It would be nice if there were someone I could ask, but Adam and Sheila never had kids; Monica converted, and I'm really not in the mood to talk to Matt right at the moment. Who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky, and Baby 1.0 will be a girl.
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It doesn't matter...except when it does
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25th January 2005 : 10:32am
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I thought for a minute about calling Master, but I decided against it. He's made his decision not to dwell on it, and I have to respect that. I don't even think it's personal. I think Fox Searchlight saw the great reviews for Sideways and the hype about American voters and "moral values" and decided not to push for a film about a man who challenged the way people think about sex. Instead, Clint Eastwood gets nominated for playing a curmudgeonly old man. How fucking original.
But I'm still disappointed. He's one of the best actors of our generation. He gets into the skin of his characters in a way that few of us can even approach, and yet, he continuously gets snubbed. I know that it's a childish complaint, but I can't help thinking that it's just not fair.
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Email from jason_isaacs to liam
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17th January 2005 : 07:10pm
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To: liam.neeson@establishment.rpg
Cc: c.a.moss@establishment.rpg
From: jason.isaacs@establishment.rpg
Date: 17 January 2005
Subject: No Whinging
Master,
Dunno if you've seen this...I was going to reply, because it strikes me as sour grapes. No matter how much we all bitch, we *do* care, and by going into this business, we accept that it's part of the game. I mean, God, I hope Ger didn't rant like that around Emmy--she's a sweet kid, and this is her first time up for something like this, and if nothing else, he should be happy for her.
But anyway, I know you're tired of the whole thing, so I don't want to get involved in public if it'll annoy you.
Oh, and before I forget--Joely and I were talking, and she said that if we wanted, she'd let it drop in the right ears that you're not a candidate for father of Baby 1.0. At least maybe that will quiet some of that shite. If it had been anyone else who let that slip, I'd be upset, but, well, it's Ewan.
Love to you, Mistress, and the future footie star. I'll give you a ring when I get in.
Your boy.
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When come back, bring pie.
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24th December 2004 : 07:50pm
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Mood: PIE!
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22 December 2004
3:30 AM
London
Jason pads quietly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, pausing for a moment to stare at the extravagantly large Scotch pine in the living room. The first time he'd ever had a Christmas tree had been the first year he and Emma lived together, when she'd come home with a fir tree that came up to Jason's waist, all that would fit in their tiny flat. Although Jason knew that his family would be horrified, he figured that since he dragged Emma to the family seder every Passover, it was only fair.
Besides, the whole decorating a tree thing has nothing to do with Christianity, he thinks. I'm all for anything that makes the middle of winter less depressing.
He continues on into the kitchen. Every surface, from the table to the ample counterspace to the stove itself has at least two pies resting on it. Cherry, apple, rhubarb, mince, and pumpkin--Jason's been busy since he's been home. Now he's got to get everything packed up so that the Establishment couriers can get the pies to their destinations by December 24.
Hmm. Maybe I went just a teeny bit overboard here...ah, fuck it. That's the point of the holidays, isn't it? Putting the kettle on, Jason gets out the boxes and gift wrap and goes to work. Three hours later, he hands the whole lot off to the couriers to be delivered and slides back into the warm space between Liam and Carrie-Anne to catch a little more sleep before it's time to wake his Master.
Sometime on December 24, the following people will have pies delivered to them via Establishment courier: Jude & Ewan, Dom & Elijah, Tom & Viggo, Bale & Jon, Gerard & JL, Sean & Eric, Karl & Stuart, Miranda, Tom & Craig, Daniel, Emma, Dame Judi.
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Jason/Matt 13 December 2004
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14th December 2004 : 12:33am
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Players only; takes place in London on 13.12.04. Matt is Jason brother; he's a couple years older than Jason and is an accountant. He lives in London with his wife Sarah and his two kids, including Rachel the 13 year old.
( Do you ever get tired of being so fucking perfect? )
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