Cellar Door

I just saw Donnie Darko again, at a midnight showing sponsored by F.L.O.P, one of the film clubs associated with The Lawrence Hedonists. I sat next to Rock Show Girl, and behind the Amazing Clarifier. I'm assuming that this girl was drunk, or something, but she'd update her date on recent movie happens at key points, long after everyone else understood what was going on. Near the end of the movie her belated gasps of understanding amused us.

In "English and Welsh", J.R.R. Tolkien wrote that cellar door, independent of its meaning, is the most beautiful phrase in English. Ask Arno- I'm sure that lanky German knows.

There was a jazz concert, starring Dianne Reeves, about here.

For Halloween, Miss Bates wanted to see The Ring in theaters, but we protested, refusing to sacrifice potential cool-Halloween-activity time. Of course, we didn't plan anything, so we ended up watching Ringu, the older Japanese film on which The Ring was based.

Ringu was simpler than the remake, and still achieved the desired effect, but It didn't really explain everything, whereas the American version was more nuanced and, well, better attuned to the sensibilities of it's audience: us. Mino thought that Ringu was the better movie, and none of us said a word, afraid to criticize his culture.

Later… tired.