It's a new beginning. That also means that something else ended.
Today I moved into my new studio in the Mission. I'm so excited about this new chapter, I have to mark it with a bittersweet goodbye. I suppose this Project Hot Air Balloon was being primed to take flight and it looks as though it will set sail into the sky momentarily. I needed this space for exactly what and how it has served me over the years. But now my life calls for other forms of expression.
This will be my last post here. But like I said, with an end, there's a beginning. Then follows a grand adventure.
I've been beta-testing a new blog on tumblr. It looks like this one's going to stick...at least until I think of something else to do with myself. For those who are the least bit interested, I invite you to carry on your friendship with me into the next frontier here.
Thank you for all of your support. I would be nowhere if it weren't for this leg of my journey with you.
Without any fanfare, he goes my comeback post.
It's the second week of the SF Int'l Film Festival. With so many films on my calendar, I inevitably confuse or mistake showtimes, usually shortchanging myself on time, and I make a mess of my days every year in April. Tonight was no different. I mistook the start time to be one hour later than it was and I had to make a mad dash across the bridge to the Pacific Film Archive during rush hour. Stupid.
Anyway, I found parking in front and slipped in just in time as they were announcing the film and the lights were going down. I almost tripped over an old man in crutches, while trying to find a seat in the dark.