A Quick Good Morning :.

Well, then– it’s been a cou­ple of days, so I fig­ured I would drop by and say hello and fin­ish my cof­fee in true col­lab­o­ra­tive style– with you, gen­tle read­ers. I drink a toast– “May you always be gen­tle, but if not, may you– until the end of your days– always read”.

Before enter­ing the stuffy and electrically-charged “com­puter room”- (ver­ily, the gan­glion clus­ter of the new hovel)- I spent a bit of time in the Walden woods, sip­ping cof­fee and try­ing to sit on a pump­kin (but alas, my host would not abide). Quite peace­ful, all told, and that marks a bit of a dif­fer­ence from the last few weeks. At the very least there was a breeze, so unlike the oven-days through which we’ve all just suffered.

My skin now bears the imprint of sun & time, of the glo­ri­ous naked day at Black’s Beach, where the water was so clear it was like a trop­i­cal dream. That I have turned to a ver­i­ta­ble super­nova, exud­ing heat that aloe can­not even reduce, is a small price to pay for time stolen from my nor­mal insanity.

I have watched an excel­lent movie, Gar­den State, the writing/directorial debut for Zach Braff (who, if you’re inter­ested, put together his own blog for the movie). Well, it was a nice, beau­ti­ful first movie, with an quirky tex­ture and a fine, fine Natalie Port­man, return­ing to real act­ing after suf­fer­ing the altra-effects-but-no-real-acting-content Star Wars flix. It reminds you that Ms. Port­man has done beau­ti­ful work before, namely in The Pro­fes­sional. every level possible.

Gar­den State did have flaws, but they were quite excus­able in the end. I would dig deeper in, but this is sup­posed to be a quick good morn­ing, so I will leave it to you to pur­sue, should that be your wish.

My attempts to imple­ment Soren­son Squeeze have all but failed– I am reduced to try­ing 3 hour encod­ings from Final Cut Pro at night, while I sleep (and today, while I work on the new Linux Box). If any­one out there in Read­er­land has any knowl­edge con­cern­ing this bad-ass com­pres­sion suite, I would absolutely love an email. ‘Twould make my life incom­pa­ra­bly easier.

Ok — that’s all the excite­ment I can bear at the moment. I am sure I will be post­ing later, so have no fear: There is always– and I mean always- more later :)