Dreamed of plotting to assassinate Ronald Reagan with a machete (in the name of justice) in a ship being towed uphill through a tunnell; the song "Santa Lucia"; a rural house putting another house in the shade of the setting sun (despite being a great distance away).
Went to the Cinematheque to see Lucino Visconti's The Damned, but left after 40 minutes. What I was was an oddly lifeless epic about a family of Krupp-like steel magnates getting used by the Nazis. Every scene seemed to take place in lavishly furnished by dimly lit rooms. Cabaret did it better.
John and the girls came over for dinner, which was salmon and stuff.
Saw the first-season finale of Six Feet Under. What a show!
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