Measure Not the Work

At its best New Wave/punk represents a fundamental and age-old Utopian dream: that if you give people the license to be as outrageous as they want in absolutely any fashion they can dream up, they'll be creative about it, and do something good besides.
-- Lester Bangs

Monday, May 19, 1997

Back at work. I usually try to keep myself on an early schedule, although it certainly isn't natural to me. It's much better for traffic, easier to find parking at my job, and if I do need to work late, I'd rather tack extra work on at the end and still leave at a reasonable time than stay till all hours.

My sister has asked A---- and I to select a few festival movies for her to see. With two children, it's more of an undertaking for her to get out. I know her taste, but it's still a responsibility. No French movies with people talking and talking and talking...., I know she isn't fond of those. But picking from the catalog when I haven't seen the films is tough!

Tonight A---, R--- and I had already decided to opt out of the Bernard Tavernier tribute, so I was waiting in the pass-holder's line at the Broadway Performance Hall when all the jet-setters and celebs came drifting out of the reception they had held there and made their way to the Egyptian. Would I have pegged them as foreign if I hadn't heard them speaking? Maybe. Most of them were more formally dressed than is usual in Seattle.

Movies seen tonight:

Tomorrow, the Cacophony meeting!

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