Rode merrily to Monirith’s place to rent his deck only to discover that Allan’ canon camera tapes wouldn’t play on the Sony deck to to an incompatibility issue: thus, when my true nature required me to swing vine to vine, I was stuck as a computer geek AGAIN trying to figure out the problem. Finally Monrith and his younger bother showed up with a camera to use as a deck, but battery issues kept usdown.
He then calleda friend who brought a new camera–but itwas a Sony, and it suffered the same fate as the deck!
Finally, Monrith’s friend bring s another battery and charger for the first camera, thus I can load the crucial footage–
But then the digitzer from Premiere Pro flunked out–
So then I fired up Sony Vegas andused it’s digitizer, with the hope oflater importing those clips into Premiere–
But then I discovered the original clips wouldplay after all (sorry, iBook nowusedforBlog as windows machineis digitzingas Iwrite,and the iBookhas a bad space key)
Went out to the neighborhood beer stand, dranka coke and aBlack Panther stout. At the end ofthe break,as I left,I spied abeautiful girl fromthe dancehallsitting near the stand, but she said nothing tome,only motioned as I saidhelloand goodbye:
“She can’tspeak, and shecan’thear”
Ah…but herface wasso clearandalmond like, I made a gesture with my hand and suffered to find a way to talkwith her somehow.
She gestured tomeand madean eatingmotion.
“What’sshe want?”I askedmy Khmerfriend who tends the stand
“She wants 500Riel for somewater”
I gave it toher,but left,and thought of her the wholeway home.
“Howcan I meet her?How can I find outhername?”
Andstill,I think of her now…[The oldKrung lady fromratanakiri, she looks likemy English/Irish grandmother ,she’son camera nowI can hear heras the tapedigitizes]