I finally watched the final installment of the Indiana Jones movie series. One of our friend’s little boys is really into Indiana Jones, he wears the hat and carries around a bag everyday. And so, I thought it would be time to introduce my own son to the series. It might have been a tad bit too early however since there is a lot of violence. The other thing is my son is much too young to understand any of the historical references and so had questions every five minutes.
It is 7:14 on Saturday morning, September 2nd, 2017. We are going through a rare heatwave that seems to be occurring more and more here on the coast in Pacifica. You know it will be a hot day when it is already 72 degrees before the sun has even risen. There is no wind and there are no clouds in the sky to offer any form of relief.
For many on the coast there is also no air conditioning so locals as well as people from around the Bay will descend on Pacifica beaches today and Highway 1 will be an absolute mess. Today is also the first day of my son’s first grade Japanese Saturday school. The will leave in about 45 minutes.
Last night I saw the short film つみきのいえ, ‘The House of Small Cubes.’ It is of an old man whose village has flooded over may years and so he continually must build another level to his house to stay above water. In the middle of every cube is a trap door leading to the lower, flooded cube which continues all the way to the bottom.
I just took the tour in VR and it is fantastic!!! I’ve decided that before I die I need to have a drink – nice scotch, elegant burbon, fancy wine, whatever – in the Red Room on a cold winter’s evening with a blazing fire in the fireplace. The President, myself and some other heads of state will discuss geopolitics and history starting with World War One until late into the night. This is my goal and it starts today.
The Red Room. If this isn’t a FANTASTIC room to have a fancy drink in then I don’t know what is!
For my Halloween post this year I thought I’d try to figure out where Snoopy – World War One Flying Ace – crash landed in “It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.”
When I studied France I was always fascinated by all the small towns that quickly passed by when I was riding the TGV somewhere between Lyon or Besançon and Paris. I remember stopping at one small town when taking the night train; I do not remember the name of it but that it was around 10:00 PM, only one passenger got off; I remember thinking how quiet it was and how small the town was. In fact, it might not have been a town at all but a village, although I don’t think the TGV would stop at a village but who knows.