That And Lunch
Well, here it is, Sunday. Time travels quickly on the weekends. I rented three movies yesterday, something I haven't done in a while. Two Japanese - Samurai Fiction and Zatoichi and the Chess Expert - as well as The Fog of War documentary on Robert S. McNamara.
Samurai Fiction is good basic Samurai ethic mixed with a little teenage rebellion and open fire cooking with herbs, something for everyone, and got me to thinking again about subscribing to Netflix. I'm interpreting this as a sign of progress, this thinking about watching more movies.
I've had this desire to see all of the Tarantino Rolling Thunder Pictures releases after renting Wong Kar-Wai's Chungking Express the other night and realizing with Netflix I could actually find them. Nice flick, by the way, weird but satisfying. Zatoichi? Well, there are over twenty movies in the series, all, from those I've seen, with the same basic plot, and all, from what I've heard, particularly favored by young Japanese children. I'm not sure you put that in your resume: "likes movies favored by Japanese children".
Robert McNamara? Lots of water under that bridge. I have to watch it. Later today, as it's due back at the store by ten this evening.
Breakfast this morning at the usual place, feeling OK, a couple of hours at the office to prepare for a class I'm taking next week in San Francisco. Techie stuff. Take notes, take lunch, stay out of the office. I learn reading rawr there's a concert in front of City Hall today starting just now as I've returned from the office. I think I'll grab the bus and take a look, bring the camera (which, for me, is about like saying I'm going out so I think I'll bring my head) and, I don't know, walk around in a daze and shoot the occasional picture. That and lunch.