This would be an official notice, if the possibility of an unofficial notice ever existed: I'm away from this weblog until November 10th. That's right: three weeks of goose egg. Your cholesterol count and pinion strength will be off the chart (you hollow-boned fools). I'm jumping on a plane tomorrow for three weeks of: death; memory; spastic explanation; hotel cable; memorial plaques; other. It's an eighteen day shoot covering four disasters in two Maritime provinces, days of packing and unpacking equipment, coaxing anecdotes out of stone and filming absolutely everything in the rain. I haven't been out to St. John's or Halifax in a year and I'm itching to go back.
Someone called my house today from the top of the CN Tower (about 1000 miles from here). Our houseguest answered but couldn't make out the caller's name through the lousy connection. Who's calling me from the world's tallest freestanding structure? Who's got the gumption? Who's going on a grunion run with me (and Jonathan Richman)? I bet those grunion runs just aren't what they used to be. See you in three weeks. I'll have plenty of notes.
Retracted on 2003-10-21::11:59 p.m.
parode - exode