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January 30, 2005

My number of waking moments have been increasing since two days ago, when my brother bought a French Press. We've got fairly snobbish taste when it comes to coffee (not as much as our uncle John -- he actually roasts his own beans, whereas we just buy them), but we've long put up with a standard coffee maker, which we overwork about as much as we do our computers. But it's a thing of the past now. The unbelievably rich flavor this press provides is equal only to the amount of concentrated caffeine compressed into each fluid ounce. After two cups or so, I feel as if I'm stealing time from somewhere.

As a result of the extra stimulation to my brain, my usual level of procrastination has dropped temporarily. I've been working on putting together an illustration portfolio (from a painting in which that eyeball above is excerpted) for an application for a job I'm pretty sure I won't get; but I haven't drawn this much in ages, and it's always good to push those muscles. I've also been writing essays, writing about essays, managing a few words of prose here and there (a short story about an actress) and doing a rather extravagant amount of website work, both for this site and for someone else who I was honored to be asked to help. More on those later (although the updates to this site are already in effect, at least in part). And also working in bits and pieces on this Deadroom trailer, which will premiere next month on the SXSW site. If I hadn't stopped to watch some movies, I probably would have managed a few shots on the animated short as well.

Bergman-related post coming up next time. In the meantime, some zombies await my attention.

Posted by David Lowery at January 30, 2005 3:42 AM


I'd love to read your essays. Especially the ones on essays.

But my fingers hurt right now, so I'm going to bed.

Posted by: Matt at January 31, 2005 8:36 AM

French press is the bee's pajamas. And that cat's knees.

Posted by: Chuck Olsen at February 5, 2005 7:31 AM