If you ever tried capturing live music with any kind of recording device, you might find this product demonstration very interesting. It’s about seven minutes long and safe for work. The ground breaking stuff starts around the three minute mark.

…to my buddy Jaysen Lesage and his wife Jen on their new son, Connor Michael.

Nice work, guys!

In exile until the paint fumes cloaking the apartment subside.
Will return on Saturday. Hopefully.

I just wanted to congratulate two friends.

First, Ian and his gorgeous wife Kathryn, bought a new home, the one they wanted, in a neighborhood they can grow with.

And secondly, props to my buddy Jaysen who will be dad in January. A son.

Good work, guys.

Last week temperatures were fifteen degrees below the historic norm for spring; this week they are more than fifteen degrees above average. Another reason to love New Jersey. Because any given day the weather might necessitate a winter jacket, shorts or a handgun. Or perhaps all three on the same day.
Fired up the air conditioners last night. I report with great pleasure that three window units survived another winter of storage. The fourth probably did as well, I just have to mop the kitchen floor first as final spring cleaning chore. Till then, it remains in the closet, untested.

Four A/Cs for a single apartment? Before Al Gore comes a knocking, consider that the layout is fairly spacious. For instance, the living room is 18 X 21. Even a single unit of doom could not cool the entire apartment. And due to jumpered wiring, a maximum of two A/Cs can run at a time. Otherwise fuses blow and circuits trip, which means no cool air at all. Generally speaking, when the heat sets in, I pick a room of retreat and hang there for the duration.

Coming down to the wire with the Nicholl’s screenplay entry. Lot of work left for the deadline, but I am throwing everything at it.

A major life change is coming down the pike, and the very possibility I railed against for the last eight months–despite all my efforts and silent bargaining–is unfolding. But there’s a larger fight at play.

I keep struggling with this lesson: the harder I fight my fears the more likely their realization. Yet, shortly after yielding to a undesirable outcome, the very last thing I want to confront, the pain and apprehension passes.

Then the healing starts.

Reached Toronto without a hitch and met one of my gracious hosts at Pearson International. Not only did they open their home to me, they provided lightning fast shuttle service. Great, great people. As this is my first trip to Ontario, I’m drinking in sights and stories as deeply as I can. A more complete synopsis will follow early next week.

Before departure, fired off two more queries for The Last Track. As for the screen writing contest, the halfway mark beckons.