Marcel Winatschek

Gray Question Marks

Spent part of the day in the city with Mille and swung by Eniz in Türkheim, then came home and went back to what’s been eating me alive: the Prague film. I had no idea this project would grow so large. iMovie keeps demanding more disk space and I keep feeding it—programs deleted, files cleared, the desktop now a field of gray question marks, icons for software that no longer exists anywhere on the machine. Ghosts of an organized system.

Once this thing finally compresses and exports I’m doing a clean install of Tiger and starting over properly. The Mac has earned it.

The first episode of The O.C.’s third season finally came through tonight. Burned it straight to DVD, watched it on the TV the way it deserves to be watched. Now I have to sit with the cliffhanger and wait for the rest to trickle in, which is its own particular torture. Meanwhile Aperture just arrived—something to play with while the render churns through the night.