Saturday, June 24, 2000

12:45 p.m. We're at the intermission point of a two-movie marathon, so I thought I'd better slip down to my office and tap out a quick hello between flicks. In another 90 minutes, or however long the next movie will take, I'm not going to be in any condition to sit upright, let alone right.

Being John Malkovitch is rewinding as I'm typing. It's a pretty amazing movie, and there's no creepy violence, after all. I'd heard a lot of people sort of hating it, and people that I respect loving it, and I can't imagine what there is to hate. It's a little odd, maybe, but very satisfying and it has fellow Venetian Orson Bean in it. What more could you want?

The next movie tonight is The Cradle Rocks, and the tea is brewing and the popcorn's popping, so I'll make this brief. Plus the cats are in heat on the outside wall and the whole make-a-fountain day hasn't turned out too well.

And it wasn't for lack of trying ... we've been trying different combinations all day but we don't seem to have the real essence of fountain figured out yet. We bought a huge half wine barrel to repot the big tree-plant in, and that was a pretty successful operation.

But the little Mayan dohicky and the bamboo stalk and the big tin washtub are not coming together in any logical way -- plus, the black hose is not properly camouflaged, and so it's back to parts and back to thinking and back to the drawing board. Maybe even back to the walk-abouts until just the right thing turns up.

No photos of the attempt -- I have my pride.

I'm going to post this now, fire up the old movie machine, and maybe post some more if the night warrants. Or not. I have my pride.