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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is. |
Tuesday, June 2, 1998
One year ago: The Pleasantness of an Employment
I walked up to Building 16/17/18 cafeteria today, to have lunch with Chris, another Microsoft person who is attending the Secret Festival part of SIFF. It was a beautiful day for a walk. I especially admired the foxgloves blooming in the wooded areas of campus. (See Lizzie for specific plant descriptions.) Plants that bloom in spikes or spires always seem so elegant. There is a difference between spikes and spires, too! I love the technical language of plant descriptions. You can give a lot of detail, with just a few mystic incantations: "Leaves sessile, glabrous, entire, opposite."
The Building 16 cafeteria is one I like, because it has all the meal options there. I worked in Building 18 in 1994, and enjoyed having it as my "home" cafeteria. I met up with Chris in the small side dining room tucked behind the kitchen. This is the first year he has had a full series pass, and it seems like many of the movies aren't the kind of film that he likes, so I don't think he is getting the full benefit of the pass.
The Children of Heaven
The Iranian film industry seems to concentrate on charming stories about children, perhaps because such topics are almost all that are allowed! (no politics, no love stories...) A brother and sister from a poor family have to share one pair of shoes. This is actually good! and the children are indeed charming.
Long Twilight
Described as a Hungarian episode of the Twilight Zone in the festival catalog, and I think this is accurate. It succeeded in being eerie and grim. It's based on a Shirley Jackson story called "The Bus." Worth seeing, but not if you are already tired or in a bad mood.
Only two movies today. I was up way too late last night, and I still needed to update the Cacophony website, which I did this evening.
I had sent my former boyfriend Jason some tech notes on his updated webpages, including a rant page that he hadn't posted yet. He did post his first rant later today, and wrote to me, "the apologises listed are to you - I'm sure you would have gathered that. I'm really sorry. I just didn't know. Any physical abuse on Saturday will be taken without a struggle. Honestly, I'm sorry."
Well! I was a bit baffled by this! But I figured out that he thought I'd be hurt that a relationship he had before he ever met me has been revived. I'm really ok with this; he didn't care for me in a romantic way, and perhaps his unresolved feelings for her were part of the reason. But if someone doesn't love you, it really doesn't matter why! We've been moving to being friends since he broke up with me, and it actually seems to be working, and I've been seeing other people since then. He refers to Saturday above because he'll be going to the film festival with me, and then on to Vanguard, the monthly local fannish party.
It's ironic that this comes up today. This journal is currently being critiqued by the members of the diary-crit-l list, and my emotional life, or at least my writing explicitly about it, has come up for discussion. The entries dealing with my relationship with Jason talk about this very thing! See "Being Candid," "Crisis Averted." But at first, the reviewers hadn't gotten back that far. The things I'm thinking about and feeling right now are either not as dramatic, or they aren't ready for public discussion.
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