In the shires

Back from Brooklyn. Spent a morning in an ER near where we were staying after what I thought were palpitations but I think were oesphageal contractions. An interesting experience being interviewed by a hyper alert Indian doctor - just like on the telly.

Had immense problems with the new Macbook we've bought (the launchpad of my filmic alter-ego) which involved three separate trips to the 5th Ave Apple Store and an eventual replacement machine. Not a very good entrypoint to the brand - especially as I wasted an extremely expensive Amtrak trip to a friend in Washington to put software on a machine that obstinately refused to work when I got there. I would load lots of interesting pix of our New York sojourn on the blog but for the lack of a usb drive on my parents 'puter. Oddly enough, I'm feeling better than I've felt for months. My body needed to breathe home air I guess - but still I want to fix an appointment with an accupunturist to see if there's some blocked chi in there. I've had enough of being ill for the next decade. Its funny, we've been away from Nigeria for only a couple of weeks and it seems a universe away. It's good to get some distance from the place before jumping back in. The next few months are going to be a huge push.

I watched Crash again this evening with my folks. It has to be one of my all time favourite films: the elegaic sound track, the frissions of racial expectations and projections, the connectedness and potential humanity stretched across LA scrubland and urban wasteland. A triumph of a film, with LA as protagonist and antagonist, opening up hope within the American racial nightmare. Back in London in the next few days before hopping back to the tropics..