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A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind. |
Sunday, September 17, 2000
Two years ago: A Sore Point
I thrashed around this morning, debating on whether to go to an open house I was invited to. In the end I decided that a quiet day at home recharging my batteries would be better for me.
I decided to combine getting out in the good weather with seeing a movie, by walking down the hill to downtown. The vast amounts of construction going on there meant some zig-zagging. The movie I wanted was playing at Meridian 16. I'm ok with seeing shows there, now that they have an agreement with the projectionists' union.
Bring It On was fun! Many journalers have said good things about it, which was part of what tipped me over into wanting to see it. Beth was peeved with Roger Ebert, and it does seem like he missed some key plot points. Kirsten Dunst is growing up well, but I liked the funky East Compton cheerleaders the best.
I toured around some downtown stores, but restrained myself from buying. In Barnes and Noble, I sat in one of their overstuffed chairs and skimmed through a coffee-table book on Chicken Run. L'Occitane has grand soaps, candles, scents, but pricey! I kept moving, walking on down the street. At Nordstrom Rack I was excessively tempted by the "Smell This!" line of products -- I slathered my arms with beach smells lotion. It's true, it smelled like the beach (in a good way). They also had canned peaches, cake batter, and fresh laundry scents. I was intrigued by the scented nail polish.
When I got down to the Pike Place Market, I found I was too late for the special organic farming vendors. I did manage to buy some lavender oil from one of the regular vendors, but I don't count that as succumbing to temptation. I knew I was out of lavender, and it's a scent I do like to add to my bathwater. The seller gave me her card, after asking if I was from around here. I guess she didn't want to waste a card on me if I wasn't local. The flowers are so gorgeous at the market now -- huge bouquets of dahlias, daisies, zinnias, all colors. The Hmong farmers know what sells.
On the way to the bus stop, I swung around into Borders. This time I did find some books I wanted -- another Bujold book, and a romance. I was so eager for the Bujold book (The Warrior's Apprentice) that I dove into it while waiting for the bus, then read more while eating dinner.
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