My dad got tickets to Letterman. This is proof that procrastination doesn’t always fuck things up. We’d talked about going down to New York to see the show for a long time; and in the past few years - since Leno announced his (second) retirement, and therefore assuming that Dave’s would shortly follow - we spoke even more often of finally getting to it, before it was too late. Nothing came of it. Nothing till the day Dave announced his retirement, whereupon my dad made it his mission to get down there to see the show; and 2 months later, we got the call.Read more
There is a teahouse on the southern peak of Mt. Huashan in China, 7,087 feet in the sky. The expedition to get there is tumultuous, perilous, and difficult — and now I want to do it.
I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins.
ICYMI - it’s your Saturday content recap! Cuz that was COOL, guys.
Column: Marvel’s Dark World, regarding Thor, SHIELD, and “good enough” filmmaking
Podcast: kind of the same thing, in audio form
Watched: The long version of The Hobbit! My new favourite thing!
All this and more can be found at tederick.com!
I took 4,000 photos on my iPhone in New Zealand in March. This enormous Flickr photoset represents about 10% of them. Everyone thank me for being so judicious with the editing. The story of New Zealand in picture form is all laid out here…
New Zealand at 15fps - Stealing a trick from Dave, here are all my photos from our trip to New Zealand in March, in about four and a half minutes.
The evacuation of New York proceeded apace. I was in the city for something like a total of 42 hours, give or take. Some of it - not a lot of it - was spent sleeping. The promised thunderstorms never arrived, at least not in New York proper, although at the moment I turned the keys of the cube truck to start the 11.2 hour drive to Tweed, ON, the windshield first became speckled by rain.
The biggest shock of the whole thing was Adam, who hasn’t looked that good since before he discovered Guns n’ Roses. He’s living in Brooklyn, working in Brooklyn, and already seems like he’s been there for ten years. Sometimes you just find a place, and were from there all along.
I flew Porter for the first time, and read A General Theory of Love in Billy Bishop while waiting for Toronto’s thunderstorm to pass - I guess prop planes don’t do well in those - and after landing in Newark took the train in to Penn Station and got hit with All The New York All At Once. Which was good; it got that whole thing out of the way, and left most of Saturday for things less obvious. Though I never did get up the Empire State Building, which really should have been first order of business now that I think about it.