I've not been updating as much for the last few days. It's not that I've run out of things to say -- Wednesday night's Beth Orton set at Antone's was something I'd been wanting to see for a long time, and it was a pleasure to be in a packed room just ten feet from the stage. "Jumping Off Bridges" made me cry, and while the film did move slowly, I found the story haunting. "Maxed Out" made me glad I've always been a good manager of my money and angry that our economic system has gotten itself so screwed up, finding it's own local optimum by taking advantage of people who just barely get by, "Nobelity" introduced me to a cadre of creative and important thinkers, while "Who the $%^& is Jackson Pollack?" made me laugh and taught me about the insularity of the art world. I really enjoyed the music video program earlier today -- you've got to check out this one and this one. However, after eight days of this, I'm tired. I'm typing this from the last row of the Alamo Drafthouse while a Spanish language doc spools out to a sparse crowd. I've not been paying attention; it's air conditioning and wifi and water. I've got a few more filme, a comedy/music performance (Flight of the Conchords tonight!), and maybe a veggie BBQ to go, and SXSW 2006 will be over for me.