I've put duct tape on the heating controls in my car, leaving it more or less permanently stuck on "cold". It's a symbolic gesture, annoucing my acceptance of Spring in fact if not in meteorological deed. It'll probably affect the resale value a bit, but I'm no slave to the little blue book.

It was 46 degrees and sunny during my lunch break, perfect weather for the start of my new project, 120 Miles. This is not a film about an unlikely rap hero that makes it big, and is certainly not 15 times as long as Eminem's flick. It's a project close to home, something I thought about doing last year before I found myself in the death throes of monkeypox.

"Another project," the jilted masses say derisively. Yeah, I know my track record is none too great. But this one's already started, and there's photographic evidence atop this post.