Being in back in San Francisco from Toronto is mind-blowing, really. You go from three, four, five movies a day to ... well, one or two. You can get a proper burrito. You cannot get a Tim Horton's donut. And you have to re-negotiate your relationship with your cat. But you find yourself living in San Francisco thinking about it through the movies you saw in Toronto -- how the sounds of sirens in the Panhandle makes you flash back to Monkey Warfare, which may be the best thing you saw at TIFF. Or the headlines make you think of Catch a Fire's portrait of how bad police work in a war on terror creates more terror. Or you wake up fumbling from a dream you were having -- but was it your dream, or the visions in Brand Upon the Brain or Pan's Labyrinth, which are both stuck in your head like an unforgettable tune? Even the movies you see when you're back get filtered through the lens of Toronto -- how All the King's Men makes you flash back on one interesting moment in the over-hyped, unjustly awarded mess that is Death of a President. If you're reading this, then your life is probably like that, too -- the world of movies becoming a way you see the world. It's time to go see another movie -- School for Scoundrels, and you could use a laugh -- but you can pause from writing a new daily short column about movies and news (and thinking too much about podcasting problems and reviews to write) to talk with your local café owner, who loved The Proposition, and still walk there on time to get a little sunshine before the latest round of the story-teller's darkness. And what film are you seeing the world through, lately?

See you tomorrow,