Making a List
I am:- Making sure the dog gets fed.
- Listening to track #2, track #1, and laughing at (or with?) Finnegan.
- Finding myself at Zibibbo all too often simply by matter of celestial collusion.
- Still anxiously waiting for Paris (in magazine form only, sadly).
- Hoping I can make plans for April 1.
- Suddenly remembering-- and being scared by-- my school apps.
- Realizing there is so damn much to be done.
I make my bed every day now, except for monday and thursday mornings. This is having quite an impact on my initial response to returning home. In short, I like it.
Kusco is out, I think.
Leave friday night at 10:00pm, arrive saturday morning at 6:00am, drive two hours, park. Shoot. Go to diner, drink, sleep. Wake up, shoot, drive two hours, get on plane, fly back to SFO. Sleep. Wake up for work. This is the only chance I have to get the footage. Lets hope the 25th brings snow, not rain.
February last I found myself alone in NY. A rarity, I almost always travel there with a friend. As I walked around midtown before arriving at the conference center it started to snow. It was merely 4:00pm but already manhattan was pretty dark. With a clouded sky and tall, tall buildings it was pretty easy to block out any semblance of the sun. As I approached the hotel, maybe just a few blocks away, the hugest snow flakes began falling from the sky. Midtown is a noisy place, and that afternoon was surely no exception, but for just an instant my ears faded to a steady tone and everything was washed to white. It was a sort of enthrallment I have never since experienced. All noise of taxis, trucks, and angry citizens was dropped; the snow framed the city in such a way that everything-- even the gutters-- became part of a intricate menagerie of whiteness. It was the falling death of a thousand brilliant fireflies, the gushing of fuzzy white dots from the sky.
--Posted 02/21/01 04:19AM