On Friday, February 13th, (That’s right, Friday the Thirteenth!) Rachel will be joining Zero Gravity Circus in freeze-your-bum-off Toronto to not only perform her comical fire eating, but also to screen her newest short, animated film, “Nagasaki Circus“. It’s sure to be an eventful night.
As well as extinguishing fire with her FACE, Rachel will also be seen lighting her tongue on fire, her fingers, her lips, and if all goes well… nothing else.
Side note: Somewhere within the immeasurable moment that falls between February, Friday 13th and February 14th (Valentine’s day) lies a celebration Rachel created called, “Valenween’s”. Valenween’s is a celebration for the unlucky in love. It occurs only every few years, and the next one won’t be upon us until the year 2015 (followed by 2026), so treasure Valentine’s Eve, known this year as “Valenween’s“.
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fire eating show – stage and street (with audience volunteer)
“…Sweatin’ like a pig
in a portable potty.
Vitamin B, lots of fresh air.
Excuse me, Mr. Biker,
Can’t see through your lawn chair!”
I can’t remember who wrote that song, but I always think of it during festival time.
My summer of busker festivals has come to a close for 2008, but film festivals are just beginning!
If you’re in Newfoundland, be sure to come out to some screenings at the St. John’s Int. Women’s Film Festival on the 14th to the 18th. One event in particular to keep an eye out for is the “Moving Stories Film Festival”, which will be featuring my latest film, “Nagasaki Circus” as well as many other intriguing shorts, on Oct. 17th.
I’ll be doing a kids’ workshop before the festival begins, on Oct. 11th and 12th, and the children’s work will be screened on closing night.
Much fun is guaranteed to be had in St. John’s in the month of October. People who live on steep, secluded rocks certainly know how to have a good time.
Sadly, there will be no fire eating show at St. John’s’ closing party this year… at least not by me. Any other fire eaters are welcome to take my place. I’ll be heading out early, but I’ll have hoola hoops and Mamma Cutsworth’s beats on my mind.