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Allthough he doesn't hold a candle to juggler Noé, who takes pride in his ability to speak unintelligibly fast in both French and English, the "400 blows" commentary track by Truffaut's childhood friend Robert Lacheney still left me mostly scratching my head. That no doubt has more to do with my comprehension skills than anything else.

But I finished muddling my way through it this morning, and got one amusing anecodate out of it: when he and Truffaut were teenagers, they were movie-obsessed, often seeing the same films over and over. In response to a noisy couple behind them, Lacheney turned around, hit the man with a newspaper, and said "le cinema est un lieu de silence et de travail!" (Or something like that.) Apparently the couple was shocked into submission.

Anyway, except for a grocery expedition to Busch's, we mostly stayed in.

I slept in kind of late, and then stayed in bed to finish Jaime Hernandez's "Locas"--a kind of wild, at times hard to follow, but very interesting book.

I walked downtown by way of the farmer's market, where I picked up garlic, onions, and squash. I also got a couple DVD's at the library (a collection of Charlie Chaplin shorts, and Kieslowski's "Red"), which I may or may not actually get around to watching. Then I juggled on the diag for a couple hours.

Afterwards we ate at T.K. Wu's (Madras Masala, the original choice, closes Saturday afternoons) and hung out a little while at Amir's. Wendy, Ajit, and Paul went off to see "Howl's Moving Castle", and Sara, Dave and I dropped off some stuff in Sara's office and then walked around the arb and tossed a frisbee a little.

By the time we got to Top of the Park, "Blue Tango" was playing. We listened to some of that, then to a few songs by "Lady Sunshine and the X Band", then went home.

Citi seemed back to normal today. I actually got some work done.

I forgot to take any lunch. There were some berries I had sitting in the work fridge from Wednesday when I'd gotten them at the farmer's market and forgotten to bring them home. But cherries and strawberries don't really do it on their own.

So I was at Top of the Park as it started at seven, getting my pizza. I sat with Andy and his wife during the first band, which was pretty good, then sat with Sara to watch Andy's band Foobar. Which was also pretty good.

The sky was also impressive.

So, we had a good time. But by the third band we were ready to go, so we hopped on the 10 o'clock bus for home. The bus lets off near a path through the woods that has been full of fireflies, deer, and bats recently. The fireflies don't fly around much--they pretty much just sit around--but there are *lots* of them, so the cumulative effect is striking.

I got kind of a late start this morning, getting off the bus downtown around 11am. It was looking threatening, so I ducked into the library, just as it started to pour.

After working in the library for an hour it seemed calm enough outside so I walked to CITI, where I found the other staff standing around outside in the rain, fire trucks everywhere. Charles was huddled under an umbrella with a laptop--apparently the CITI wireless was still working fine and was reachable--trying to log into the power switch and shut down everything in the machine room.

Apparently lightening had struck an air conditioner and smoke was everywhere in the WUOM part of the building. Didn't seem like anyone had been hurt, though, and even the machines turned out fine and were back up later in the afternoon.

It wasn't obvious when they'd let us back in, though, and standing around in the drizzle for a long time didn't seem like the best idea, so I headed back to Eastern Accents, where I did a little work and had some bi-bim-bop.

I also tried to work some more in the library but wasn't concentrating very well. I did make a little debugging progress at least.

So I ended up just coming home a little earlier than usual.

For some reason I had low expectations for the Terraplanes on Tuesday night, but their music had a little more variety than I expected, so Sara and I both enjoyed them.

We couldn't make up our minds, ended up missing the 10pm bus, and decided we'd stay for at least the first few minutes of Meet the Fockers. It didn't look promising, and the rain started coming down, *hard*, after 10 minutes or so. So we went and waited (under a tree) for the bus home.

Somehow I managed to talk Trond into walking to Top of the Park with me after work on Monday. So we had a couple beers and some pizza and hung out with Sara. Sara also tried a green "sno-kone" which she claimed tasted like something you'd clean your bathroom with.

I wasn't too into the music, but there were breakdancers. Cool!

Trond went home after that, and Sara and I stayed to watch Shrek 2.

Ben had a party for jugglers and others.

I think his neighborhood is one of the few I've been around in recent years where you actually see kids outside playing. I've always wondered where they all were--do they lock them up inside all day?--but maybe I've just been walking through the wrong neighborhoods.

There was fire juggling. Noone got burned, but Noé got pretty sooty....

I always get a kick out of seeing the Sun Messengers play "Celebration" at Top of the Park. They may also still be Sara's favorite band, despite Big Will being no longer so big.

"Steppin' In It", at Top of the Park, was another good band. I may have to finally admit that I've seen "The Princess Bride" as many times as I want to. Though somehow I still get a kick out of the duel, and a few of the other bits.

We showed up at Top of the Park in time for the second band, Grievous Angel, which was pretty good.

Spider-Man 2 was the movie. It didn't do much for me, though the villain was interesting.