before sunset...

... which will be at 17:41, although if i'm trying to watch it from that hill on hampstead heath it'll be more like 17:32...

still haven't checked out sukhdev sandhu & his night haunts but i'm still digging the chart with all the times on it...

i've been a bit mad with work and cold and sleeplessness the past couple of days...

although me & spski did find time to go to the photographers gallery on great newport street, in particular alec soth is great... sleeping by the mississippi is his show and it moved me...

last night W shaman came round for another bout of chess... the last time we'd played he beat me twice, out of two games... last night was a return to form, he beat me twice again, but out of a total of eight games... a lovely night, obviously it's nice to win, but it's mainly just good being in his company, for the first time since K has put a turntable downstairs i played some records... vinyl enveloping us in it's warmth as we went head to head with those pieces...

maceo parker & all the kings men - doing our own thing
van morrison - common one
the unpredictable jimmy smith - bashin'
van morrison - tb sheets

which has a great opening tune, maybe even the whole first side is good, but the second side...

oh no mr morrison, what were you thinking of...

john martin - solid air
portishead - dummy
john lee hooker - mr lucky

oh vinyl...

G came home a couple of games before the end and stoogged about a bit... the three of us hanging out once the chess was done...

later on me & G watched before sunset, the follow up film to before sunrise that we saw a few nights ago...

there was less at stake now, the first one, whilst good, hadn't been fantastic, this one's set in paris, it was alright, probably even good, we laughed alot, ignoring some crucial dialogue no doubt...

something in the opening of this one suggests that richard linklater had made his first film based on something that had happened to him... if this is true, and it's quite believable, i like that his character (the american man) is such a rooster prick as she calls him in the first film...

i also like that the two characters appear in waking life, in bed, another space for them to live in...

oh and my cold yesteray was an evil thing, today it seems much better, thanks largely to jai krishna's fantastic vegetarian food which i cycled off to pick up somewhere between about the 4th and 5th games i think...

long live jai krishna

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