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All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.
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Friday, June 4, 1999
One year ago: Meeting
Two years ago: Written in Water
It was just a year ago that Rob Hudson got lost, trying to take Karawynn back to her apartment from a journalers' gathering. We should have gone with him!
Today I went over to Jack's place here in Redmond, for what I'm sure is the last time. He had a cleaning crew in, after the movers packed up all his stuff yesterday, and he needed to stay there while they worked, so he suggested I bring some food over and have lunch with him. I stopped at Wendy's on the way there, and fought my way through the roadwork on the main drag near his house. We ate, sitting out on the deck to stay out of the cleaners' way. Of course, the house looks much better all empty! It's so deceiving.
Jack should have done a detailed walk-through before allowing them to sign off. There were grimy walls, and they missed a big cobweb in the dining room. It was much better than it had been, though. He's really tired, but there isn't too much more to do, except taking stuff to the dump, getting various vehicles licensed, renting a trailer hitch and towing dolley...well, I guess he still does have a lot to do this weekend. If I could drive a stick shift, I would have bagged the festival to help him.
He still has no place chosen in Bellingham, but the moving company will just store his stuff for up to sixty days and his new employer will pay. Good deal!
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I didn't know where my film festival buddy A--- was going to be tonight. He'd left me a phone message at home, but I don't usually go home in between work and movies. I could call myself and check messages remotely, but I don't remember the code I would need to punch in! I must reset that tomorrow.
So I studied the film schedule, and just picked what I thought would be interesting for me. I guessed right on the five o'clock show, down at the Pacific Place theater: A--- was coming out of the previous screening as I was waiting in line and was planning to see the next movie there.
- Freak Talks about Sex
(IMDB page for this film) A twenty-something guy's life is stalled in Syracuse. He works at the mall and hangs out with his buddy Freak. This was funny, but petered out at the end. I liked the scenes with him and his high-school-age co-worker.
This was the first time I had to get from the downtown Pacific Place back up to Broadway between movies. A--- and I walked a few blocks, then lucked out and got the bus. A--- wanted to see a movie with Richard Harris, about the folks from Born Free thirty years later, but I chose a different film, at the Broadway Performance Hall.
- TAMARO: Stones and Angles: Mario Botta and Enzo
(IMDB page for this film) This was a documentary about an architect and an artist, working together on a chapel built high in the Swiss Alps. I was disappointed! The building itself is interesting, but after lots of detailed coverage of the design and building process, they never did a walk-through of the building after it was finished! And the music varied from pleasant vocalises, to incredibly annoying screeching on the violin d'amore. This film might be of interest to architecture fans; you could turn down the sound if you saw it on video at home.
Since I was tired, I gave up on the nine thirty show, even though I'd probably have enjoyed it better than the documentary. I walked across the street to wait for the bus. I'm getting lazy in that way, but I'll blame it on my cold, which is making me cough and annoy others. There were many folks waiting for the next show at the Egyptian, so festival volunteers were walking along the line and warning them that the lion movie had run long. "Richard Harris is in a talkative mood," they said.
I got on the bus, but it didn't go anywhere! The driver couldn't get it to shift out of neutral, so I got off and started walking up the hill. I was pleased when he stopped for me a few blocks later, after it had healed itself. He was talking on his intercom to headquarters. "I didn't do anything to it," he said. "It just stopped working, then it started again!"
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