"Why are all the Sartres born on the other side?" "You like him?" "No, but I don't want him as an enemy"--The Battle of Algiers
Dreamed of getting up in the morning and having nothing to wear because all my clothes were in the wash; the scene in Six Feet Under where Nate saw on public display a candid photo his girlfriend's crazy brother had taken of him peeing against a wall while he was out jogging, making him angry.
Went to the Japanese Canadian Students Association. I recited a couple of poems I'd translated into Japanese.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Saw Gillo Pontecorvo's The Battle of Algiers (for the second time) at the Cinematheque. It's a masterpiece, gripping and intelligent.
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