Arthaus 2015A.D.

More theatres are going digital which means the job of projection will fall into the hands of the manager and the position of projectionist will be eliminated. This makes me sad. Even though everything is programmed on a timer, you still need to be there to make sure the bulb turns on or make adjustments to the picture. I am imagining a theatre with an automatt, one scanner and automatic doors like in BART. No ushers will be needed.  Rhoombas will be released when the show ends. This is the theatre of the future.

Foghorns in the Distance

When I leave work, I always look to the west and check to see if it's foggy or clear. Last month and most of this month, the blanket that covers my neighborhood hasn't kept me warm at all. In fact I bought a new fleece hoodie at Ross the other day. For all of those without winter wear, the shipment of coats are arriving. Shopping at Ross is sort of like eating from the dollar menu at McDonalds. You are limited with what you can get but after you leave you can say "that was a good price"

How to Get Rid of Clutter

My neighbor had a habit of bringing back to his house anything he found on the street.

Day one. First get all of the stuff you don't want and try to burn it.


Day two. Gather up more stuff you don't want and have someone haul it away.


Day three. Get rid of more stuff.


Day four
Look around and if you absolutely don't need it and have never used it, toss it.

The other day he was wearing a hat that said "PARTY"  I wonder where he found that?

Moon on the Bay

I was working in the model shop and took a break. It was one of the prettiest sights I've seen in a while.

Good Dialogue

Last night I was reading a book on Charlie Chaplin. He had a Japanese chauffeur named Toraichi Kono who drove him for 18 years and a Chinese majordomo who also projected films in his screening room. Once when he ran "Un chien andalou" Chaplin heard a loud thud and it was the projectionist who fainted during the first few minutes of the film.
A few minutes are usually about all I ever watch when I run a film. I saw the last scene of "The Subject was Roses" based on the Pulitzer prize winning play by Frank Gilroy. I was floored by the dialogue in the last scene.
A family (Patricia Neal, Martin Sheen and Jack Albertson) are sitting at a kitchen table.
Jack Albertson looks at his family and says "I don't know why we buy this expensive coffee. It's so strong and it gets cold so fast"