The Knock at the Door

I recently got a new smart phone with a big flat screen and it came with a document editor. To test this out, I decided to write a little story. Here is a piece of Phone Flash for ya:

The knock at the door. He started, cigarette ash falling abruptly. Should he call out? No. The last time had been so… Messy.
Between the tension of the first knock and the second, he unwound his lanky thighs from the kitchen chair, knees aching. It had been a long day of nothing, staring into space. He put his eye to the peephole. “Orders were called off”, the brusque voice said quietly. “go home.”
He sighed, dismantling his weapon. The President would live yet another day.

The Suffering and Celebration of Life in America

Went to see this at the Clinton St. Theater tonight. You can read a brief synopsis of the movie itself here.
The most entertaining part of the show, for me, was actually Shane and Amy Bugbee themselves. Their stories wrapped around the footage (presented in a series of webcast-length snapshots) to provide more of a portrait of two fascinating people, and the lens through which they view life, than just going to your average documentary could possibly have offered. It was like going to your wacky cousin’s house and watching their home movies. There were even cookies.