I finished the second issue of Snapdragon this morning and went straight into the third. I am fucking loving this. I should note, for purposes of self-aggrandization if nothing else, that I really started this with no overall plan. I found the story, though, and I'm really liking it. Plus, like that first bike ride of the season, it just feels good to be stretching my legs again - which works well with the fact that I am back into my yoga practice twice weekly, after a six week hiatus. I also had what had to have been my final warm summer night bike ride tonight, because Toronto was 32 goddamned degrees today. It won't last. It won't even last 12 more hours. We're going into the hole.

This would be an outstanding opportunity to re-pimp this Saturday's Nuit Blanche screening of the One Minute Film & Video Festival, years 1-4. It's at the Rhino in Parkdale and I believe the ball drops (for the first time of many) at 7:03. I will be popping up occasionally, whack-a-mole style, to introduce, blather, and generally make merry. I have yet to write anything for it. So it might be a "2005 show" as opposed to a "2006 show."

Right now I'm hiding from that selfsame film festival at the Starbucks at Yonge and Bloor; my dinner plans for tonight promptly evaporated but my living room is under siege by festival submissions, and I didn't particularly feature sitting round doing nothing. So instead, I am sitting round doing nothing somewhere else. It's a fine distinction but I like to think I'm the master. And two days in, I must say, I feel positively unchained. Everything's in its proper box right now: life is making sense, for the first time in longer than I'd care to remember. So that's a good. It's an interesting thing, love without expectation.