June 7th, 2004

chair, apartment

the I is for international

I saw three movies today, went to Top Pot, and got a haircut. Three movies is probably too many.

Film #1 was a secret and I can't write anything about it or else the SIFF police will hunt me down.

Film #2 was Bright Young Things, which was rather good. However, in contrast to the likely message of the film, I thought that it would be kind of fun to be a late 1930s British socialite, gossip columnist, or both. I didn't spend the "evening with Stephen Fry," but he said a little bit before the movie and was funny.

Film #3 was The Blind Swordsman: Zatoichi and I think that I am not a fan of samurai movies. The story wasn't interesting, the fighting wasn't good, and the special effects were a joke. Or maybe I'm just feeling overly critical after so many hours in a theater.

The SIFF lines are ridiculously long, but in both lines I ran into people that I didn't expect to see. The festival magic. Or something.

(despite my enjoyment of the festival, my favorite movie of the weekend was big budget major studio franchise phenomenon, Harry Potter)

I left my keys in my apartment, but discovered that it's spectacularly easy to break into my place. This raises the important question of whether it's better to close off the path of easy access or to leave it open for the next time I forget.
chair, apartment

a few things you should know

for no apparent reason at all, I've been listening to Turn on the Bright Lights all day, repeatedly. I have no idea what started it.

today's picture at slower.net is fantastic, but not yet directly linkable (as is this new camera series [sn], which is).

two new David books arrived from amazon (Sedaris and Foster Wallace), though I think I've read most of the content in other publications.
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