Well, I didn't make it to the rivah after all, due to Isabel. Got as far as my cousin's in Baltimore...and then found out from my mother that although the cottage is fine, we won't have power for quite a while. Also, we and our neighbors lost both docks and about ten feet off the shoreline. (Now we need to either build a seawall or put down more riprap for erosion control.) Had a nice time hanging out in Baltimore with various cousins (including my cousin John, who makes award-winning wine in his cellar basement.) Then I headed back to NYC for a day or two with B. Yesterday we had a very nice Belgian meal at Cafe de Bruxelles (home of earlier boozy romps), and saw Lost in Translation -- very good, and highly recommended. Bill Murray contributed the most nuanced performance I've seen in quite a while, and the cinematography was perfectly evocative of the movie's melancholy.

And now it's back to the grindstone. Work will be pretty busy this week, with several 12-hour-plus days. Not sure how many updates there'll be. See you when I get out of the salt mines.

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[antigeist]

This article makes one of the Lost In Translation scenes (where the director is giving him long direction which the translator works into short, quick sentences) even funnier. If you liked the movie (as did I) you'll get a kick out of it.