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Sunday, June 4, 2000
One year ago: Self-Healing Bus
Two years ago: Meeting
Three years ago: Written in Water
A year ago, I witnessed the miracle of the self-healing bus. It was very spiritually meaningful, I swear!
My sister M---- had wanted to get together with me in honor of my birthday. When I realized that she wouldn't be free until ten thirty this morning, I suggested she brings some snacks and meet me in line for the Secret Festival. I walked down to the theater and was waiting for her, so I started looking for my Secret Festival pass (to pass the time, ha! I kill me). Uh-oh...I couldn't find it! I dug through my purse, and my Powells Books black tote bag. Not there! I should have put it away carefully last week, but I guess I didn't.
Maybe I'd put it in my pocket? I wanted to walk home and look, but I couldn't; I had to wait for my sister! Finally she turned up and I whisked her back to her car, to drive me back up the hill. We went inside and I poked through all my pants pockets, including the laundry that I had bagged up in my car. No joy! Finally I gave up. I resolved to go to another movie instead.
So M----- and I just sat down in the living room and chatted, getting caught up on family stuff and work stuff. She'd brought some salami with really good crackers, which reminded me how I like that combination. When it was time, she drove me downtown to the Pacific Place theater and dropped me off.
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Movie buddy A---- was surprised to see me! I wasn't too bummed about losing my pass, although it makes the previous two weeks of the Secret Festival movies expensive on a per-movie basis. But I wouldn't have been going next Sunday in any case, and this way I got to see the next movie, which I'd been interested in anyway.
- The Hand Behind the Mouse
(IMDB page for this movie) This was an interesting documentary about Ub Iwerks, the first animator for Disney, and a co-partner in the company. Filmmaker Leslie Iwerks is his granddaughter, and she had great access to Disney archives, something that surprised her very much! Iwerks and Disney were both from Kansas City and got their starts as commercial artists. Some of the most unusual material was the cartoons Iwerks did for his own company after splitting from Walt in the thirties. Imaginative, but creepy! This movie is great for those interested in animation and movie tech stuff, so I liked it.
A---- and I hung out with Doug Ing and a few other passholders between movies, in the little cafe on the second level of the theater. A nice, relaxing interlude. A---- was reading the paper and I read part of the Rupert Everett novel he gave me. (I almost wrote "Rupert Holmes.")
- Grass
(IMDB page for this film) Another documentary, directed by Ron Mann. I think Woody Harrelson produced as well as narrated. This was about the efforts of the government to suppress marijuana (and the cost of that war). It was mildly interesting to see the varying spins that have been put on supposed ill effects of pot over the years. The best part of this was the graphics on the graphs, which were designed to fit the era being discussed. This was mostly preaching to the choir, but it's tolerably interesting if it comes in your way.
I was fatigued enough that I didn't want to see a third movie today. I came home, worked on this journal, and spent a quiet evening instead. I'm fading in this third week of the festival, I think!
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The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man, or you're out, you're dead. This pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. It's no wonder they keep getting busted.
--Charles Bukowski
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