Peter Austin Noto September 1 2011 |
9-1-2011 11:08 AM |
September 1 2011
Greetings and Welcome,
The summer was a interesting one with the filming
of the Pennsylvania Experience 5
( Personally I think 5 came out the best)
I find myself in the middle of filming IMOGENE
starring Annette Bening and Kristen Wiig
the working title for my character is Armani (?)
schedule release date is 2013 so many changes can happen.
September 24, 2011 is the season Premier of Saturday Night Live
my 17th season with the show so come along for the ride
Currently the east coast is dealing with the after math of
Hurricane Irene, myself included not a fun thing but there
are folks who have had it much worse
I thank everyone who posts on the message board and visits
my website, You Tube, Facebook and the IMDb.
there always changing and evolving
Good luck to you all on your own personal journey
until October 2011 ~ GO GO GO
Peter Austin Noto |
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9-1-2011 5:25 PM |
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9-1-2011 7:26 PM |
Hello Peter,
Best Regards,
Scott Kihm |
Super Woman Love u |
9-2-2011 10:28 AM |
Love u
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morning due Peter Austin Noto continues filming IMOGENE |
9-3-2011 06:26 AM |
September 3, 2011 Peter Austin Noto continues filming IMOGENE starring
Annette Bening and Kristen Wiig........
You can follow the process on Peter Austin Noto's IMDb, You Tube
Facebook and Message Board.
http://www.peteraustinnoto.com/2011_news.html
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good morning,
This has now been posted on the 2011 news page
and This Month In Peter Austin Noto History!!!!
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NIGHTBIRD On day 17 |
9-3-2011 10:52 PM |
September 3, 2011 On day 17 of filming
Peter Austin Noto completes
IMOGENE playing the mysterious Armando
starring Annette Bening
and Kristen Wiig........Release Date 2013
http://www.peteraustinnoto.com/2011_news.html
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it is a wrap
this just posted on the 2011 news page and
this month in Peter Austin Noto History !!!!!!
2013..........YIKES !!!! |
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Sinbad good luck 2 ya pan |
9-4-2011 2:08 PM |
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endos HAPPY LABOR DAY PAN |
9-5-2011 08:51 AM |
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Margaret Thames keep up with the good work |
9-6-2011 11:26 AM |
keep up with the good work
love seeing you on snl and all the cool stuff you do
best -
Margaret Thames |
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Ellen Grade best as always Peter boy |
9-7-2011 10:21 AM |
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Acorn way to go Armando !!!! |
9-7-2011 1:49 PM |
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1698648/combined
Peter Austin Noto is now on the film credits for
Imogene on the IMDb
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3428515/
Peter Austin Noto's own IMDb
way to go Armando !!!! |
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J U L Z B E L L E good luck p austin noto |
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9-9-2011 10:47 AM |
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DA SAM you have your own styles |
9-10-2011 08:22 AM |
you have your own style
and I like it
I want to be you |
M. Gasior MY REMEMBERANCE |
9-11-2011 00:09 AM |
September 11 2011
MY REMEMBERANCE
In my entire life I had never been to lower Manhattan until I was finally going to interview for my very first Wall Street job. It was the beginning of the 1980's and it was interesting how different the area was than the Midtown/Times Square version of New York City than most tourists consider "the real" New York. It seemed more serious. Quieter. Businesslike. It was the heart and soul of the global financial markets, which was where I knew I could never be bored. I still think it was funny when I remember my first ride on the 4-5-6 subway train to my interview because I freaked when the conductor called out the "Brooklyn Bridge" stop and I could only assume the next stop would have to be someplace in Brooklyn. Since my interview was going to be in the World Trade Center, I jumped off the train in a panic to figure out what I'd done wrong and felt foolish when I checked the MTA map and found the "Wall Street" stop was still two stops away. Ultimately I would end up working in Two World Trade on the 105th floor and living in the first apartment building built in Battery City. It was the halcyon days of Wall Street I and although friends thought the prospect of living in Downtown Manhattan was better left for Monks, I liked the routine of my days. I awoke early, walked across the West Side Highway to the Vista Hotel. Cut through the Vista's lobby to the lobby of Two World Trade. Took the express elevator to the 80th floor and then transferred to the "local" elevator that would deliver me to the 105th floor. The view from my desk of both the Statue of Liberty and the Brooklyn Bridge never got old for me. I felt like a little kid at how I would marvel to see small airplanes and helicopters flying below me. Usually twelve hours later, rather than go straight back to my apartment, I would head to the lobby of One World Trade to catch the direct elevator to my favorite bar of all time at "Windows on the World" to meet all my friends for happy hour. If I said that I'd been to WOW hundreds of times I'd probably be lying since the number may actually contain four figures.
When I stumbled into the training and consulting business I have run for the past 22 years, there was no city more important for me to have on the calendar than New York City. That was the heart from where the blood for the world's financial system still pumped and my choice of location was easy; my old neighborhood. While a lot of training companies frequently use hotels; I learned quickly that someplace constructed for the purpose of teaching was a much better alternative if it were available. With that, I settled on the "College of Insurance", which was barely a block from the World Trade Center and offered a very clean, modern and nice facility. Also close by was the "Millennium Hilton", which was perfect for the Hilton Honors Diamond Member that I had become to keep my points racking up. Not to mention they would usually take VERY nice care of me with regards to lovely suites on extremely high floors looking across at the World Trade complex and across the river to New Jersey. Some years I was there nearly 90 days plus, but that was okay because it somehow felt a little like home to me. That's not a bad feeling for a guy who travels as heavily as I do.
September 10th, 2001 was a fairly typical day for me. I'd flown into Kansas City, MO on Sunday the 9th and had taught a one-day program for a longtime client of mine. The course ended on time and after some client relation time afterward I hauled ass for the taxi waiting to take me to the airport. The weather was literally stunning and the cab pulled up to the curb in front of the U.S. Airways counter more than 90 minutes ahead of my flight. Life was good and I figured I would arrive back in Connecticut at a fairly reasonable hour, which I appreciated since I was back on a plane Wednesday to head to a client in Chicago for a somewhat extended visit. The house I had recently bought was still in the middle of massive renovations and I was only going to have Tuesday to meet with the assorted subcontractors who were working on the job and a full night's rest sounded pretty appealing to me. Plus I had to unpack and repack for the next trip. It was very nice to feel things were going so smoothly.
Needless to say, I immediately got agitated when the gate agent reported that my flight to Philadelphia was canceled and the airline would be able to fly me out the next morning. Well, this was completely unacceptable and I invoked one of the many FAA rules that travelers like myself commit to memory and told her I'd like them to book me on another carrier since this was not weather related (it was gorgeous out) and was in fact equipment problems that they had suffered in Philly. The agent complied and put me on a 7:00 p.m. United flight to O'Hare with a connection to Hartford that would get me to my home airport just after midnight. By no means was this as good as the flights I was originally booked on, but not bad. After over an hour delay in Chicago, my United flight landed me into Connecticut just after 1:00 a.m. on September 11th. I waited for my bags and finally fell asleep at around 2:30 with my alarm now set for a luxurious 8:00 wakeup time. There was a stop I wanted to make at my bank, which opened at 9:00 and then I would head to my house to see what was going on with my subcontractors.
I was woken up by my alarm and felt somewhat confused by my surroundings since, as my previous home had already sold and the new house was not quite ready, there had been an interim move to a corporate apartment. It's not an unusual feeling for me to wake up and not know exactly where I am, but I shook off the cobwebs and got myself ready for a pretty active day. My first stop (as it often was) was 7-11 to get myself the largest "Big Gulp" of Diet Coke possible to get my caffeine levels where they needed to be. It's my habit when I'm at home to listen to primarily New York radio stations and I happened that morning to be listening to 880 WCBS, which is an around-the-clock news station. It wasn't quite 9:00 as I pulled into 7-11 and I heard the newsperson make the first announcement that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center's towers. "Holy ****" was all I could think, and although a shocking announcement, it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility, since I'd seen planes flying lower than my desk on a nearly daily basis. I remember thinking it was weird since it was such a gorgeous day where I was, which was less than 60 miles from Manhattan in straight line. Of course, there may very well have been fog or low clouds over the Hudson River that could have obstructed the pilot's vision. I proceeded inside and got my 44 ounces of liquid caffeine.
As I got back in the car and continued to listen, the updated news was that it hadn't been a small aircraft at all, but appeared to be a very large airliner and that Tower One was burning badly. My mind now was racing all over the place about what might have happened, who might I know who would be in the building and more. Although I was still driving toward the bank to take care of my business, I decided to stop at another convenience store to use their payphone since I'd forgotten mine at the rental apartment in my haze of a morning. I wanted to call the guy who worked for me at my new house and tell him to pull one of the televisions being stored in the garage so it would be on when I got there. I pulled right up to the phone, and after rolling all the windows down and cranking up my radio, I got out to make my phone call. As I was bringing my guy up to date on what was happening in New York (he hadn't heard anything about it yet) I heard WCBS report live as the second plane had hit Tower Two. I told my guy to get the TV out and that I was on my way to the house right then. The banking wasn't important anymore.
My kitchen cabinets were installed, but there were no countertops yet, and my guy had placed the little TV set in the middle of the center island and had it tuned to the events. Two installers from the alarm company and my guy were standing motionless in front of the screen and barely grunted an acknowledgment of my arrival as I walked up and made it four of us watching. We all stood there silently and watched. It seemed like no one even knew what to say actually. All we could do was stand there staring and looking back and forth at each other as if perhaps one of us might have some sort of wisdom to offer. When the third plane hit the Pentagon, the news didn't seem to know at first what had happened or what exactly had been hit. At that point we began to discuss what might be going on since none of us had any compass to go by with regards to terrorism or acts of war on our own soil. Sure, Pearl Harbor had been equally sneaky, but that had been almost 60 years ago and there was at least a massive war going on. I had just left my seat on an airline flight barely eight hours ago, and it was as typical and mundane as most of the three million miles I've flown. My mind could not at all comprehend or compute what was going on here or how this could be happening. All I could do was stand there like a blank faced moron and stare silently.
On a couple of occasions all three of the guys would turn to me and apologize for the fact that they weren't doing the work they were supposed to be doing. I assured them that there was nothing more important that any of us should be doing than watching this history unfold in front of us. Hours went by before talk started about whether the two towers might actually come down and suddenly a massive cloud of dust and smoke indicated that perhaps one of them might have. After more time we stood and saw not only both towers come down, but Seven World Trade as well.
By now it was midday and the four of us decided to try and do a little bit of work and then get the hell out of there. There was a phone line that I'd installed there for not only myself, but for any contractors who might need it, which rang right about lunchtime. It was my father who explained he'd spent the last few hours in a panic because he'd been calling my cell phone and I wasn't answering and he would go straight to voicemail. Throughout those hours it never occurred to me that while I was wondering who I might know in and around those towers, that there might be people wondering where I was. To be honest, most of my immediate family has no idea where in the world I am on any given day, and the most probable place other than home that I might be was right there in the World Trade neighborhood. In fact, I'd been there less than one week before this awful day. The 37 missed calls and worried voicemails when I would retrieve my phone made me so immensely sad because I knew there were thousands of relatives that day who called their loved ones' phones and left messages that would never be heard because the recipient was lost in this tragedy. I have buried my mother and lost many other friends and relatives in the previous four-plus decades, but the heaviness in my chest that day was something new to me.
The new house is located on a mountaintop in central Connecticut and puts me in the flight pattern of the Hartford, Boston and Providence airports. There are also at least eight, small airports nearby as well, which put many little planes in a lower altitude around my house. As I locked up the house to leave that day it was extremely eerie to me how empty and quiet the skies were. Even in the middle of all the emotions I was feeling I could look up and imagine that this was what the world was like back in the 1700's. On a daily basis the planes are something I don't even notice when they fly over, I was struck at how obvious and noticeable it was when they weren't flying over.
I went back to the rental apartment and could not tear myself away from the television because I wanted every scrap of information I could get on what was happening. Everything I saw and heard only made me feel worse. I wanted to scream, cry and kill someone all at the same time. It was an odd combination of anger, sadness, sorrow and apathy. There was a gnawing need in me to reach out to other people and say something. And although I knew I might regret doing so after two solid bottles of wine, I wrote the following and immediately sent it out to the 300,000 people on my newsletter list at that time. It was about 8:00 p.m. on the evening of September 11th:
With a Very Heavy Heart
I cannot contain the immense sadness and emotion, which has overcome me today and I must take a moment to write all of you tonight.
As the radio report came over the airwaves into my truck this morning from WCBS in New York City I pulled to the side of the road in Connecticut in disbelief and began making phone calls.
The sickness in my stomach and aching in my chest have not left me nearly 13 hours into this unspeakable disaster. Perhaps it is difficult to comprehend the sight of a jumbo aircraft slamming into the building in which I used to sit on the 105th floor. My favorite bar in the world was on the 107th floor of the other tower. The hotel where I spend nearly 60 nights per year is barely 100 feet across the street and is destroyed. Many of you have attended my seminars only a block away from Seven World Trade Center which I watched collapse on live television not long after dinner.
My friends and colleagues which occupy the immediate area which has been destroyed haunt every thought I've had today. So much of the Wall Street community is headquartered in, or immediately adjacent to the World Trade Center.
I saved my own tears until after I had tucked my three-year-old daughter safely into bed and thanked God for opportunity to do that. My prayers and thoughts now lie with the people and families whose lives were ended, or will never be the same because of today.
The world changed today and will never be the same. America's innocence was lost and I already mourn it.
God bless all the victims of today and my heart remains in my adopted neighborhood, which will never, ever be the same.
Mike
When I woke up the next morning I had already gotten over 900 responses to that email. Many were brief, some were angry, but many were extraordinarily long and heartfelt. I got many from people who had attended my sessions at the College of Insurance over the decade or so I taught there, and although I would recoil when they'd mention how happy they were that I "forced" them to check out Windows on the World, there was a certain happiness in me to think I caused anyone to have gone there. Ultimately I got over 2,000 responses to my message, and I not only read every single one, I actually printed every one of them and they now occupy two enormous three-ring binders. I never wanted to forget a thing about what people were thinking or feeling on those days because I know emotion fades with time. I also never wanted to forget my own emotions about that day.
Ultimately the ban was lifted and I was able to get to my client in Chicago the next week. Although I had missed the Thursday/Friday component of the seminars, we had worked it out that we would make things up the next week. I was on one of the first flights to fly on that first day, and it was an American Airlines flight out of Hartford non-stop to O'Hare. One of the primary upsides of traveling as much as I do is becoming a member of all the platinum, gold and aluminum levels of frequent flyer and the first class upgrades that often come with it. I was the first one to board my flight and took my bulkhead seat 1G, which put me on the right side of the plane literally a few feet from the cockpit door. In the past I would have likely broken out a magazine and ordered a glass of Merlot from the flight attendant, but all I could do this day was stare HARD into the face of every single person getting on that plane that morning. Some of you may argue this statement, but I don't feel I carry myself on a daily basis as any sort of "bad ass". Sitting there that morning though, I was consciously deciding how I'd do versus anyone else passing me to go take their seat. Even at my advanced age today (and then) I am still a pretty athletic 6'1" and 195 pounds, and if anyone thought they were going to get into that cockpit with a box cutter, they were going to have to go through me to do it. It became obvious that I was not the only one thinking this way, because after the plane door closed, the first class flight attendant went into the back of the plane and brought up the two biggest dudes she could find to have them sit in the unoccupied seats upfront. I even heard her say softly to them that she wanted them there in case we "needed them". The pilot added his own two cents when, as part of his pre-flight message, let us know about the very sharp ax that is in every cockpit for the crew to chop through the fuselage in the event of an accident and how skilled he was in using it. It was indeed a flight unlike any other I can remember taking prior or since.
The week at the client was somewhat normal except for the primary topic of conversation, which was the events of the prior week. The most traumatic moment of the week was a fairly standard fire alarm that required us all to evacuate the building onto the corporate lawn and wait for the fire department to give the all clear. The trauma was due to the fact that this client was in Northbrook, IL and not too far from O'Hare, so the skies were filled with one large airplane after another. I noticed very quickly that this large group of people weren't talking to each other very much and were by and large staring at the skies until we could re-enter the building.
For the remainder of 2001 we moved all of our New York seminars to Newark, New Jersey because getting in and out of any part of Manhattan was going to be a nightmare for a long time. I have total and vivid recall of my first time driving to Newark for that first class and crossing the George Washington Bridge, which I've also done over thousand times. My eyes always divert southward to take in the majestic view of the Manhattan skyline and they automatically did again that morning barely after dawn. All I can remember is not seeing those towers and a plume of smoke rising from that area instead and the visceral reaction that caused me to instantly look away and want to vomit. For the next couple of years, anytime I would drive that same road I could never look that direction again. It was if my mind couldn't comprehend and accept that those buildings aren't there anymore.
I had a dog named Teddy at one time, which was one of those dogs, that when called, would turn away from you figuring that if he couldn't see you anymore, well then perhaps you couldn't see him either. This is the psychology I have embraced with regard to "Ground Zero". I avoid going anywhere near there unless necessary and have visited the area a grand total of once. That visit was filled with nothing but tears and nausea. Perhaps I figure if I don't actually accept that those buildings are gone and see it with my own eyes, then they can live on forever. That's what they were supposed to do.
9/11 was many things to many people, but to me it changed me more than I think any other event prior. It made me finally accept that nothing is absolute anymore. I used to be a hard ass when it came to lots of things, because I would have NO trouble telling you what I thought was impossible. To completely dismiss you or an idea I thought was so far fetched that it didn't warrant serious consideration. As of 9/12, I finally had to accept that LOTS of things I can't imagine happening can happen, whether I think so or not.
I've been through lots of traumatic things in my life, 9/11 will always trump them all in shear impact on my thinking.
My mother passed away and I was the one who identified her in the morgue. They tore down my elementary school. I got divorced. I've wrecked cars. I've broken more bones and gotten more stitches, I can no longer keep track of how many.
But you know what? All that stuff happens to everybody. All of us are going to die. They do tear down crappy old schools. More than 50% of marriages end in divorce. Junkyards and emergency rooms do robust business every day.
Those two towers were supposed to outlive me though. Never once did I walk by them or go into them and think even for a millisecond that someday they might not be there. Because that was impossible. I don't even know how they would have torn them down if they'd wanted to.
Ten years later I am still coming to grips with the loss of life and the loss of our freedoms as Americans. By the time I ultimately fell asleep on September 11, 2001 I finally felt mortal. Open to anything being possible, whether I could imagine it or not. Thankful to have lived as long as I have and happy to be tucking my 13 year-old into bed tonight. I have not forgotten that day, those 2,977 dead who couldn't tuck their children in anymore or how all our lives are changed forever. (I don't count the 19 highjackers among the dead since I hope they are burning in hell somewhere with zero virgins)
Thank you all for reading my story.
AFS Seminars LLC
500 Chamberlain Hill Road
Middletown, CT 06457-5564
http://www.afs-seminars.com
michael@afs-seminars.com
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9-13-2011 11:38 AM |
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CAMERON BOYD Peter Austin Noto Now and Then Video |
9-13-2011 3:35 PM |
September 13, 2011 Peter Austin Noto Now and Then Video Premiers
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHkHiFTbY30
http://www.peteraustinnoto.com/2011_news.html
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You just knew something was up
well now something is here
on the 2011 news page
and this month in Peter Austin Noto History.
Almost a greatest hits video in a little over 4 minutes
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