Something about sitting in a local cafe when it’s quiet, when it’s raining outside. Something about knowing that there’s still a lot of evening left ahead of you. Something about knowing there’s a lot of work to be done. I’ve got John William’s score for Catch Me If You Can on, and it’s turning out to be a quite a productive score to listen to. Tonight it’s lots and lots of work on all things Feng Shui. Then tomorrow I begin the finishing work on Dork 20, which I am delighted to be a part of. I hope the kids like it.
Tomorrow was going to be my wonderful screening of Once Upon a Time in Mexico, but now it’s looking like we’ll be seeing Sophia Coppola’s Lost in Translation. The trailer for this film was so handsome, so simply persuasive that I am eager to see it even with a flamenco church battle in theaters on the same day. Besides, it’s in the neighborhood where we’ll putting up flyers for the Erin McKeown show this October. If you haven’t given her newest album, Grand, a shot yet then you’re really missing out.
I think that’s enough for now. I told myself that I’d have to get to real work by 9pm, and that’s in two minutes as I write this. So, time’s a-wasting, I guess.
I wasn’t going to comment on the second anniversary of the attacks, but I do want to mention something. It sounds more and more like people relate to the tragedy as if it were some sort of natural disaster. I don’t know the significance (or the accuracy) of that notion, but there it is. What do you think?