Well, the intense days of preparation are almost at an end -- we leave for Canada tomorrow (April 4th). The trunk of the Lumina is packed with more digital equipment than Peter Jackson ever dreamed of; we've bought a serious quantity of freeweights, as buffness remains a priority; the filmmaker is already editing footage from Stanford campus; and my heart is lodged firmly in my throat. The website is all but complete. We're just about to go get the car thoroughly washed and the oil changed.
It's difficult to believe this is all really happening. My gratitude to my patrons grows daily, but also the sense of unreality. Yet there is no reason to think the Tour won't mark the rebirth of performative epic. Quel frisson!
It's difficult to believe this is all really happening. My gratitude to my patrons grows daily, but also the sense of unreality. Yet there is no reason to think the Tour won't mark the rebirth of performative epic. Quel frisson!
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woo hoo
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