Just got back from a morning spent shooting a Canadian documentary about pharmaceutical marketing. I’m one the film’s talking heads, on account of a 2002 piece I did for Mother Jones about the marketing of Paxil. Strange to discuss a story that I hadn’t given a second thought in nearly a decade, but hopefully I didn’t embarrass myself in the process. I did, however, discover (thanks to the director’s off-hand comment) that I have a problem with looking excessively “forlorn” on camera. Which might explain why I got cast as “Serf #3” in my sixth-grade class’s production of St. George and the Dragon.
Rest of the day’s about catching up. Back tomorrow, perhaps with a post discussing white supremacists and the foolish girls who love them. Or maybe I’ll finally get around to that riff on the porcine economy in the highlands of Papua New Guinea. Time will tell.