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Monday, June 5, 2000
One year ago: Potemkin
Two years ago: Under Heaven
Three years ago: Relentless Survivors
Today Chip and Pete flew down to San Francisco, to attend the Java One conference. That left just Kellie and me to hold down the fort, with Jonathan (our high-school intern) joining us in the afternoons. I think Chip feels guilty about me not getting to travel so far -- I stayed home when everyone else went to Vegas for the Money Show recently -- as he said we'd find some web developer conference to go to. There's a conference here in Seattle this summer, but I think it might be too expensive for what I'd learn.
- Monday
(IMDB page for this film) A Japanese drama/thriller with some comedic elements. A young businessman wakes up in a hotel room, and slowly, very slowly, the events of the past few days come back to him. This started off well (I was reminded of Something Wild), then went off the rails, and the last third didn't please me at all. If they were trying to make a serious point, they went about it the wrong way for me.
- Dark Days
(IMDB page for this film) Brilliant documentary! I was dubious going in (I feared the plight of homeless folk living in tunnels under NYC would be depressing) but this exceeded my expectations and held my attention. Filmmaker Marc Singer lived in the tunnel himself, and the people he met there worked on the film as crew. Amazing that this story had a happy ending, at least for this particular group of homeless people.
I went dancing at the Century Ballroom after the two movies. This was the first time for a DJ new to the Century, "Seanny" Cash (husband of DJ Leslie$). I liked his musical choices. I need to keep doing lindy hop on a regular basis -- for the exercise! And because I enjoy the music and the sociability. There will be a variety of classes offered this summer that I want to sign up for.
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To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling rain, and crouch for warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things-but not so dismal as the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by thousands; a houseless rejected creature.
-- Charles Dickens
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