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Listening to: From the Choirgirl Hotel. Not for long, though... it's not really matching my mood quite like I was expecting it too.

Currently Reading: Just barely started Jonathan Lethem's Gun, With Occasional Music. Kind of saving it for the train, as well as a stack of others (both fiction and non). Also, I recently read Laurie Notaro's I Love Everybody (and Other Atrocious Lies): True Tales of a Loudmouth Girl (again) in like two days, and peed myself laughing. Highly recommended. I also devoured The Broke Diaries by Angela Nissel in, like, a mere few days. Laughed until I peed. Also highly recommended.

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31 May 2003 | 2:43 AM

Nipple.

Okay.

I've had three gigantic matzahs in the past few minutes, and I'm rather nauseus. So that's out of the way...

I witnessed an amazingly horrific thing today. I honestly wanted to cry afterwards. Here's what happened.

I was an hour early, in line, waiting for a screening at the Seattle International Film Festival tonight, but it was going to be at least an hour late. So they gave us priority passes and told us to come back at whatever time instead of just standing there for two hours. Fine.

So I'm walking around the neighbourhood, half looking for something to eat, half just walking around the neighbourhood. I'm walking up Pine Street and see a homeless man a block ahead of me. I can hear his gravelly voice asking for spare change. I reach into my pocket and grab whatever coins I have. I figure it's the absolute least I can do. As I approach, the homeless man asks a guy coming in my direction for some change. The guy is wearing designer sunglasses, and Abercrombie-style clothing. Really cocky looking, not that I'm a judgemental person, mind.

The man extends his baseball cap like a collection basket and asks, in his gravelly voice, "Spare change?"

The guy, walking right past him, mocks him, "Speuh Jeuh..."

"Kiss my ass," yelled the gravelly-voiced man. And good on him, quite frankly.

I mean, I know we all have our bad days, and I know that some people loathe giving money to homeless strangers. And all of this is understandable. But the guy could have just kept on walking. He really didn't have to do that.

I dropped my coins into his hat.

"Thank you," he gravelled.

"Have a good night," I offered. And I feel like I really meant it, too.

"Thank you," he yelled after me.

"My pleasure," I told him.

Honestly, what's wrong with some people?

As I mentioned before, I've been trying to catch as many screenings at the Seattle International Film Festival as I possibly can. Last night's screening of choice for me was Good Old Naughty Days, a documentary featuring porn film from 1905-1930. (Raunch much? Oh, yeah.) Today, among other fantastic films, I saw a French film entitled, "Porn Theatre." (I can't find a link online just now, but believe me, it was at SIFF.) I have come to the realisation, just a few minutes ago, that I have seen more nipple in the past 48 than in several months combined.

Anyway. More later, but wanted to check in and stuff.

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