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libertangoIt's raining here in Redmond.
No, stop laughing. I mean it.
Rain in Western Washington usually means a kind of extended drizzle. It's damp, but not really a threat to life and limb. And it does it a lot.
This is in contrast to, say, LA, where one will get many inches of rain in a two hour period and then nothing for months at a time.
Today is one of those rare days when we're getting LA style rain.
Problem is, Washingtonians don't really design their drainage to suit. Because most of the time, it's not needed.
Our apartment is on the ground floor. The second bedroom -- which we use as an office -- is sunk into a hill.
As I look out the window above my desk, I see a pond slowly growing outside where there is normally a walkway, but it isn't draining properly.
The maintenance guys have been by with a pump. They're going out and buying more. Their worry is that the water will soak into the soil, and concrete is porous, and then we'll start flooding the office from below.
So far, this hasn't happened.
But I'm looking at the carpet edging the appropriate walls every now and then.
On the other hand, tonight they're showing Die Büchse der Pandora (Pandora's Box) at The Paramount Theatre. Doors open at 6PM, lecture at 7PM, show starts 7:30PM. Tickets are $12.00. The movie, while silent, will be accompanied by The Mighty Wurlitzer Organ.
Pandora, of course, is the movie many consider Louise Brooks' best.
{swoon}
From Louise's great book, Lulu In Hollywood:
--- damn. can't find the book. ---
Anyway, Louise tells the tale of how she was about to film a big, somewhat violent-slappy scene with Franz Lederer, the male lead. And the director, Pabst, came up to her and told her that she should go back, and re-dress, but without any underwear. Brooks' outfit was already somewhat filmy and clingy in that 1929 way, and Brooks protested about wasting the time when it wouldn't show up visually in the shot. No one would know.
Pabst jabbed at thumb a Lederer. "He'll know."
At which point, Louise says she quietly and meekly went to re-dress.
No, stop laughing. I mean it.
Rain in Western Washington usually means a kind of extended drizzle. It's damp, but not really a threat to life and limb. And it does it a lot.
This is in contrast to, say, LA, where one will get many inches of rain in a two hour period and then nothing for months at a time.
Today is one of those rare days when we're getting LA style rain.
Problem is, Washingtonians don't really design their drainage to suit. Because most of the time, it's not needed.
Our apartment is on the ground floor. The second bedroom -- which we use as an office -- is sunk into a hill.
As I look out the window above my desk, I see a pond slowly growing outside where there is normally a walkway, but it isn't draining properly.
The maintenance guys have been by with a pump. They're going out and buying more. Their worry is that the water will soak into the soil, and concrete is porous, and then we'll start flooding the office from below.
So far, this hasn't happened.
But I'm looking at the carpet edging the appropriate walls every now and then.
On the other hand, tonight they're showing Die Büchse der Pandora (Pandora's Box) at The Paramount Theatre. Doors open at 6PM, lecture at 7PM, show starts 7:30PM. Tickets are $12.00. The movie, while silent, will be accompanied by The Mighty Wurlitzer Organ.
Pandora, of course, is the movie many consider Louise Brooks' best.
{swoon}
From Louise's great book, Lulu In Hollywood:
--- damn. can't find the book. ---
Anyway, Louise tells the tale of how she was about to film a big, somewhat violent-slappy scene with Franz Lederer, the male lead. And the director, Pabst, came up to her and told her that she should go back, and re-dress, but without any underwear. Brooks' outfit was already somewhat filmy and clingy in that 1929 way, and Brooks protested about wasting the time when it wouldn't show up visually in the shot. No one would know.
Pabst jabbed at thumb a Lederer. "He'll know."
At which point, Louise says she quietly and meekly went to re-dress.
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Date: 2003-10-20 02:27 pm (UTC)