It’s playing at Coolidge Corner in Brookline, Harvard Sq. Cinema, and the Embassy in Boston. Watch the trailer or go to the film’s website.

Is it ridiculous to say that I hope Gore runs again for presidency? Wouldn’t it make people ask themselves, what would have happened had W. not bribed his way in last time? I mean, maybe people will give the guy another chance. He is a movie star now. Bitterness has fueled his rage and, possibly, his motivation, making him a little more edgy and entertaining in the process. Who knows, right?

if “evil is an illusion of material sense”, it makes none; tonight,
i want to run over the train tracks near what’s-his-name’s old house,
just to feel the asphalt and the metal on my shoe, & to breathe the familiar
uncertainty: that frequent possibility of a train coming out of nowhere
save the slate sky, the pivoting moon.

perhaps all of us die too soon.

rather, perhaps we lose our sense of life like an unecessary habit
or a sweater, or an error, and, like a great train in a desert
we board onto something new. i’d like to keep this sight in view,

and run by the paper factory at eleven to remember how it smells –
the stillness — and watch it gently go about its business, trembling
with each impending speeding locomotive in the night.

So it seems we were on TV on Tuesday for 48HFP. I missed it, but the piece is also available to watch online if you’re interested (click ‘launch CNN video player’).

Press coverage is always tremendously exciting. And a big up to the production team for making a cool movie without killing eachother (or me). I love you all, people!

Seriously, HOW do I email a complaint to Apple?

My new (replacement) MacBook Pro has the whine — the CPU whine, which disappears when you run PhotoBooth in the background. Obviously, there must be a fix for it, but according to Apple messageboards, no fix exists yet. People are hoping the next firmware update will address the problem, meanwhile I want to send an email to Apple Support — not call, because then they’ll just tell me to send it in or some crap — but I can’t find a support email address anywhere.

Anyone? Leads?

*Meanwhile*
Smaller, funky, laundryless first-floor apt. = for rent a mere 3 blocks from my office. Did I mention it’s C-H-E-A-P? I’ve decided the theme of FY07 should be CHEAP. I can’t waste money forever. It’s Savings Time or Bust.

So J. & J. hitched up the way any self-respecting Gen X’ers would: fast. Classy, on the fly. I had the good fortune to have the day off anyway, so I met them at City Hall to visually document the big event.

Nikolai Cappucino, if you’re reading this, another one of your ladies has retired her number. Her jersey is hanging on the wall by the door — salute it on your way out. And salute mine, too.

AMEN!

Thank God for church or I’d be lost. I totally rocked the hymns last night and left bouncing. This is such a weird era; consistency has to linger somewhere.

I have to stop thinking about The Rest of My Life and concentrate more on each day. I know that sounds fluffy and zen, but it’s true. A few weeks ago, I had Most Humbling Moment of 2006: 7-yr-old E. was zipping through the MIT athletic building on his razor scooter; I was chasing behind him.

“Scuse me,” came a voice at the desk. White girl, early twenties, angry. “Is that your son?”

Is that my son? Ha! Haaaaaa!

But before I could answer, she went off — “he CAN’T be riding that in the building” — right, whatever. I can’t believe she thinks he’s my son.

“E.” I shoot him a look and use my mother’s Your Behaviour Is Unacceptable voice to order him off the razor scooter.

Small incident, but it got me thinking about the rest of my life. Again. What I’m doing with it, what I plan on doing, who I’m doing it with, where I’m doing it, why. Also the fact that I’m pushing 30 and still babysitting. [Stop. Breathe. Think. No, don't think. Get some ice cream.]

The world is spinning…

So there was totally an article about Tapioca Productions in the Cambridge Chronicle, but I didn’t see it til now, and I can’t access the archived article. Poo!

Meanwhile, I need to find a new apartment. Anyone? Thoughts? Yes? Call me!