I would like to say to the people who, while complaining about the inaccuracies in Pearl Harbor, say "The bombing took place at 7.55a, what Little League game would be playing at that hour?" that they should come round my house of a Sunday morning and see if they can sleep with the window open.

How many times have I mentioned that I live next door to a Little League diamond? Not enough, not enough.

So, yesterday I wrote those four entries, and I was going to leave the house at 2.30p, but I kept getting distracted.

At one point, Wings of Desire was on TV, and I couldn't leave. I've never seen all the way through, just bits here and pieces there, but the mere sight of any scene, the mere sight of Bruno Ganz's face, I immediately burst into tears. I want to see the movie, I really do, but on the other hand, I like the way it lives inside of me without being a complete movie. When I see the whole thing it will be itself, it will be what it is, this way, it has infinite possibilities.

I didn't watch it again, this time. After awhile, I switched the channel, because I was going to leave the house, but then I didn't, so I switched back for the end. I have a feeling that if I ever meet Wim Wenders, I'll embarrass myself to within an inch of my life, babbling about how much I love this movie that I haven't actually seen.

Of course, nothing new about that (see yesterday re letter to Dan Tyminski).

So I went out at last to try to see Swordfish again, but the damn thing was sold out again. The Hugh Jackman fans were out in force, I suppose, so I went to see Moulin Rouge again instead.

Three times in a week may just be enough, even for me. And, perfect timing, the cd that Sasha kindly ripped for me arrived yesterday as well, so I was able to listen to it when I got home. They really need to make another one, they left way too much off of this one. I do like the french song that Rufus Wainwright sings, but not enough to loose out on "The Show Must Go On" and the finale and the song convincing the Duke to invest, and and and...

More, I must have more!

Lenten entries missed:

Shae wrote some great movie reviews, gave an glimpse into the Shae and Rog show and revealed what a bad bad person she is at heart. Very bad indeed!

Today's horoscope:
Appropriate tools make playing more fun. Get the best mitt, golf club, pencil, racquet, goggles, etc. for maximum enjoyment.

One year ago today:
The real problem was that I was certain that the fucking thing would never end and that it would just be generation after generation of Jewish Hungarian Ralph Fiennes', each with a different sort of facial hair.

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