it's common knowledge that the tuesday right after a long weekend feels like a monday. i spent the day waiting for my clients to get in touch with me to schedule meetings for this week but only one client e-mailed with a bug to be fixed. last week i was pretty psyched to have the rest of the year booked up with work, but after some consideration i think i'm still going to be tight with money, at least for the short term, because although i have projects lined up, i'm not getting paid right away. nevertheless, the wheels of production are slowly turning, and i was able to do a little bit of preliminary code work.
since i didn't have too much work, today was a free day and i didn't even realize it, wasn't able to take advantage of it until it was too late. i finished watching the copy of 2046 i downloaded from the internet. it's a dvd rip from a japanese screener so there are japanese subtitles. fortunately most of the movie is in mandarin so i could understand it, but the bits that were in japanese left me clueless. it'd be nice to see it in the theatres with english subtitles though. the movie itself is not so much a film as it is a series of hyper-romanticized moments, photographed like each frame is a painting. i liked it though, but not as much as chungking express.
in the late afternoon i went out for a run around the river. i thought i saw somebody who looked like eliza riding a bicycle and when i got home i called her; turns out it couldn't have been her since she was in chicago. mystery solved, i hit the showers then cleaned up the place a little bit in preparation for julie's arrival in the evening.
it was julie's turn to cook and she made pasta with a prosciutto and vodka sauce; her frozen tomato paste was made from fresh garden-grown tomatoes. i just happened to have an unopened bottle of vodka (from my old roommate mike); i had a little sip, the stuff tastes like paint thinner. we had a little too much homemade tomato paste and let the sauce reduce for a little while to boil off the excess water. once everything was ready we ate while watching the red sox game. tonight was a low-scoring pitching duel between knuckleballer tim wakefield and the LA angels' lackey. we struck first, only to have the angels come right back and tie it up. wakefield pitched a complete game and the crowd gave him a standing ovation as the top of the inning came to a close. all we needed now was david ortiz to hit a homerun to end the game and that was exactly what happened. in-between watching the game, julie and i were photoshopping a photo of edgar renteria, giving him a moustache; i've always felt that he has too much of a babyface, and needs some facial growth to toughen his image. later, we did the same to john olerud (although i think he's okay with that clean-shaven look).