Soon,
in just a few days actually, Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon will
be released in the States. For those who enjoy Chinese movies, you already
know this is the biggest thing since Stormriders
was released. By all accounts, from the visuals to the cast to the talent
behind the screen, Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon appears to be poised
to absolutely stunning; well beyond anything that the Chinese have brought
to our shores before.
I
am stoked.
Things
are as they are. My transmission on my car broke, but i have my motorcycle.
In another life, i might be fraught with anxiety as i contemplated the
financial damage of fixing the transmission. And maybe it's a sign of
who i am now, as created by age or the age of experience, but i'm finding
that it's simply life and it'll only cost me money.
I
am enjoying riding the bike to and from work these days. The skies are
mostly clear and the mornings are nice and cold. Not too cold to be
frigid, but certainly cold enough to... invigorate. Brisk, even. At
any rate, it's been simply wonderful to just ride under the burgeoning
sky, slivers of light peering over the horizon and kissing the canopy
of deepening green and brown that are the trees. The canvas of leaves
rolls and flows and drift over hill and through valley all wrapped in
a blanket of blue. Ribbons of fog lift where Bull Creek slices through
the rock. The air is cold on me; i cannot feel my neck anymore because
it's the only part of me that's exposed to the wind. I'm having to blink
because my eyes are watering from the dry air and my hands are going
numb.
I
could ride like this all day long.