Late Summer

This gorgeous fellow hung out under my patio lamp for exactly two days and two nights with a distinct message: "Summer is slipping away, my friend. Do not waste it." I'm certainly doing my best and have a few projects on the stove ...

I'm working on a new project with my pal, Sam - photographing and investigating the history of all the cool neon signs in Denver. Okay, so Sam is the pro photographer here and I'm the writer but it's fun scoping out different neighborhoods and talking to random folks. It's a great way to get to know the nooks and crannies of this city.

I finally gave in a bought a new iPhone 3G-S today (16GB). I even acquired a new Colorado phone number! A big step. That means I'll be getting rid of my San Francisco 415 number which I've had since Sun Microsystems forced me to get a cell phone in preparation for CES back in January 2001.

More than anything, it is the final declaration that I live here now - that I gulp thin air and wear fleece to parties that start at 6 p.m. - and not in the Bay Area. And yes, it is bittersweet.

The garden is starting to really produce gems of yumminess and I'm trying to keep up. The zucchinis, of course, keep me busy and I've already made pesto to freeze for winter but the tomatoes are slow. The cilantro has expired, the dill is staying strong but the eggplant and acorn squash are certainly taking their sweet ass time.

I'm getting lots of the little yellow pear tomatoes and a few peppers but I fear that everyone will show up and once and much will go to waste. It's like throwing a party when all your guests arrive and leave at the same time and you never really get to talk to anyone for longer than five minutes. Blech.

I've got some fun stuff cooking with the film community here in town. I'm so jazzed to finally put all my evil skills to use, specifically, to increase the success and fortunes of creative types with little or no PR know-how. I think it's the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

And yes, we've still got five more weeks of summer so plenty of time to acquire more bad tan lines, drink frozen concoctions, go for bike rides and read trashy novels. Hangin' on ....