November 18th, 2002

MacCauley

Weekend (Friday)

Work. Wasn't really feeling like going out to the Mercury, so I headed up to the U-District to see Drunken Angel, directed by Akira Kurosawa. Set in post-war Japan amongst a city not yet rebuilt and controlled by yakuza, the film follows the relationship between an alcoholic doctor (Sanada) and his tubercular gangster patient (Matsunaga). Matsunaga does not wish to admit to weakness, and persists in maintaining behavior that will kill him. The doctor is beset with his own demons, and a ward who was formerly the mistress of one of the most powerful yakuza (Okada), now in prison. All their lives take a turn for the worse when Okada is released and begins to assume his former place in the Yakuza heirarchy, displacing Matsunaga and threatening Sanada's ward.

This is the first Kurosawa movie I have actually seen, in spite of the fact that I own Ran on DVD. I'll explain that some other time. Although poorly subtitled, I loved everything else about the movie. Despite the equipment and I'm sure lack of a budget (the movie was made in 1948), Kurosawa turns out a beautifully filmed movie. He uses a slimy pond as a frequent interlude between scenes. He alternately makes it look beautiful, with the wind rippling it's surface, and disgusting, showing the sewage and sludge bubbling to the surface. The actors are mostly masterful. Matsunaga has a wonderful swagger of a young yakuza. Okada is reserved and powerful in his bearing. Sanada shows the erratic emotional outbursts of an alcoholic.

Now I just need to find a chance to watch Ran.

Afterward, Josh said he was going to the Mercury, and asked if I wanted a ride. I had planned on going home and crashing, but apparently I was not really that intent on following the plan, and I went to the Mercury.

Saw many people. Had a great time. Apparently, sirensanssmile told mrsloane that he could not see her breasts until after I did. So he kept pushing me to get her to flash me so he could see.

Played a bunch of games pool. 7 or 8 in all. Didn't lose once. I see the shots I need to take, even when I am playing poorly. My poor playing does not result from taking the wrong shots. When playing poorly, it is my execution that falters. Didn't have a problem with that on Friday though. Beat Tom, and then I was told by Judy that I had to beat the next 6 people on the board, all of whom were pretty bad. If they ended up playing each other, we would never get to play again. When poor pool players play, the games take a lot longer. Good players will end a game in 5 to 10 innings usually. A bad player will extend it to 10 to 15 innings. And two bad players could take 30 to 45 innings. Luckily, the first 3 players had disappeared. The next 3 were 3 girls who were celebrating a birthday. They were pretty drunk (well, and pretty pretty too). Judy was afraid I would be distracted (as I can be distracted by pretty girls) and wanted to make sure I wouldn't succumb and lose. Not too likely, as I don't really get distracted by pretty girls I am playing. It's the beautiful women who walk by, or who come up and flirt with me (in assorted ways) that can distract me from pool. Mostly cause then I am then thinking that I don't want to be playing pool. Now, if you can ever get me to quit my game in the middle, you know you have me distracted. Anyway, I beat all of them and then a few of the better players. I got tired and stopped playing.

The most intersting item of the night though happened after pool. Laura was at the club. Laura who decided that I was on her shit list and black listed me and talked smack about me. I was talking with spirochete and sirensanssmile and Joy and including Laura a little, but I haven't made a point to push because that's just not my way. Anyway, everyone wandered off and Laura turned to me and asked "So what happened with us?" My response was "I don't know, I was hoping you would tell me." So she did. I don't want to get into it too much here, as it is stuff from her head and not mine (and this is about my head). Mostly an accumulation of little things, perceived slights, miscommunications, and a situation that has persisted in her life. Not really over one thing, but all of these combined and she felt like I had hurt and betrayed her. I don't agree with it all, but I accomplish nothing by making an issue of being right. I let her ass-ream me for a half hour or so. I think she felt better getting it out of her system and realizing that, although I may not behave properly at all times, I truly do think of her as a friend. I got her new phone number and I talked with her on Saturday. Things look to be getting closer to normal with her.

Nuff said for now. Initially, I was gonna cover the whole weekend with this, but i have decided it is getting long and so I am gonna be posting my weekend in pieces.

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Weekend (Saturday)

I woke up at 12:30. I had intended on getting up around 9 or 10. My plan was to get a lot of cleaning and re-arranging done. Still I dug into the work. Finished off the walk-in closet, as all I needed to check off for that room was vacuuming. Moved more items from the bedroom to the walk-in closet, and began re-arranging furniture in the bedroom. Got everything picked up there and the floor vacuumed. Removed all the books from my non-fiction bookshelf in the living room and moved that piece into the bedroom and re-stacked it. Removed all the books from my hardback fiction bookshelf and carried them into the bedroom. Then I dragged the shelf into the middle of the living room so I could tip it over. It's only a couple of inches below the ceiling, so you can't tip it endwise without gouging the ceiling. Takes more room than that. Then I dragged it toward the front door, but couldn't get it to turn the corner into the hallway to my bedroom. Not enough room. Dragged it back through the living room, through the dining room, and from there into the hallway (straight shot that way). Unfortunately, it won't turn the corner into the bedroom. I tried taking it outside and from there making a straighter shot into the bedroom. No such luck. Basically, the shelf must be in the living room. Left it in the kitchen for the time being cause I was beat. My back hurt from my first attempt to move the bed. Word to the wise, move your furniture on occasion, or you might injure yourself trying to get it out of the carpet divots.

Got all dolled up to go out. Jason came and picked me up. Plastic pants (kind of pleathery), tight shirt with silver flames. That got some attention, I was fondled by 3 different women (all on the shoulder, get your minds out of the gutter). Tried to dance some, but my back hurt. Hung out and talked with calimbrium cause she was hiding out in the back corner. Played a couple of rounds of pool. Won 3 games, lost 2. Was told I had to beat a couple of people again. Beat one of them, lost to the other. Got a little back massage out of it. Talked with insolent and corvuscrx. Karri dropped ice down my shirt twice. It slipped all the way down into my pants which made me more than a bit uncomfortable. Don't like ice near my privates. Least not in that manner.