Mud Bay Coffee, where I long planned the road trip, is still the same. They still roast their own beans, they still serve up delicious espresso, they still give me free refills even after I’ve been inside all day. I love this place. I want to hang a certain big painting over the door to the conference room, if I don’t first give it to some friends Up North.
There is a story about what has been happening since the trip ended. CC, as you all know, made his way back home after we got lost in Portland, and is currently gearing up to return to a heavy workload at school. I spent my last pennies building a box to house and edit the many hours of footage we took over the summer, which was more than a chore. Hard work builds character.
So do problems. The new set-up had problems capturing from the 30 tapes that comprise our minidv collection. After troubleshooting through four different capture utilities, switching between three different cameras, and even performing a test record on a portion of unused tape I determined that my camera screwed up the A/V sync while recording, messed it up enough to make it appear that there is no audio. I remember CC mentioning something about timecode problems while we were on the road, but I thought nothing of it.
I board a plane to Korea tomorrow afternoon. CC has graciously offered to attempt a capture operation of his own, for which I am very grateful, and toward that end I have mailed him all the tapes.
So there you have it. Right now the embryos of RoadBoot Brainchild are making their way through the stratosphere, patiently awaiting more cruel experiments at the hands of desperate amateurs. Before mailing the package I wrote “Pandora” on the box lid, just so that CC knows what he is getting into.
Darn it! I should have written “Hope” on a scrap of paper and put it underneath all the tapes! Ah, for lost opportunities.