La langue du cinéma est universelle

The other weekend I went to the local theatre to watch “Thank You For Smoking”. The theatre, a small two-screen affair in Berkeley, has actual curtains that creak as they are raised for each showing, and the opening reel features grainy clips from documentary projects of decades past. At the front entrance your ticket will be taken by a film major, easily detected by the narrow black tie, the emo-esque glasses, and other elements of the counter-culture uniform. The other film was Al Gore’s “An Inconvenient Truth”.

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Fifteen Men On A Dead Man’s Chest…

…Drink and the devil had done for the rest.

I’ll be spending a few weekends over the next few months taking sailing lessons on the San Francisco Bay. If I turn out to like it enough, I’ll likely continue with courses through offshore passage making so that I can sail off to the South Pacific in my Copious Free Time.

…With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!