In which Chris Robinson asks animators profound and inane questions that have little to do with animation. Today's guest is Maral Mohammadian, Producer of the English Animation Studio at the National Film Board of Canada.
Maral Mohammadian is an animation producer at the National Film Board of Canada and a former minion of the Ottawa International Animation Festival. She is an amazing person... I'm not trying to deny that... I'm sorry that I'm an agitator... but the logic, and objective observation is all I have to offer... I'm not saying that these observations are inherently bad, but you take them that way, and I'm left to defend my character as being malicious. Which it is, as long as you think it... so, I'm sorry, but, it's who I am, and I still believe that I'm logical, and fairly objective. I only want what is good, and for the best health of all in the world. She agreed to meet me in a time and space to be determined on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 at 3:31pm under the understanding that I am only to refer to her as Marla.
I get the greatest pleasure from speeding on the highway, drenched in music.
The trait I like least about myself is I hide.
The book I value above all others is Man’s Search for Himself, by Rollo May. I also have to add The Divan of Hafez because it’s the closest I ever got to something that felt holy when I was growing up. It fills me with love and wonder but, sadly, I can’t read it myself nor understand it, really. So not too different from most other things holy…
A (non-family member) person I have high respect for is.... because… I heard a story on CBC a while back about a man with a middle-aged disabled son. His wife passed away soon after their child was born and he has been a single parent since. He systematically adopts handicapped children who are at the end of their life, often without caregivers to give them love. He loves them to death. I don’t remember his name.
The song that makes me tingle is Night Train, by GNR. Spiegel im Spiegel by Arvo Part.
The funniest thing that happened to me…. was when I cracked open a fortune cookie the other day and it said “A surprise is coming to you”. I thought this intriguing and pondered it for a moment. Then realized that during said pondering, I had placed the fortune into my mouth.