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Holy shit am I glad I wrote and shared other posts over the weekend! I have too much to catch up on at work this morning after taking the day off for Shobhit's birthday on Friday—which was also one of the reasons I needed a separate post before today.
So, to review:
If you'd like to read about the Tasveer 9th Annual Gala which also took place on Shobhit's 53rd birthday (Friday), then you can click
here. For the Flickr photo album covering that event,
here.
And if you'd like to read about the
Día de Muertos Festival at Seattle Center and Halloween with both Shobhit and Alexia, also on the same day (Saturday), then you can click
here. For the Flickr photo albums for the festival and the Capitol Hill Halloween Walk:
here and
here, respectively.
Shobhit had a really long Tasveer board meeting yesterday afternoon, in which they apparently planned to spend a lot of time writing thank-you cards in the wake of the gala fundraiser on Friday. I have no idea what kind of investment they sunk into that event in relation to how much they raised; Shobhit, being the Treasurer, would know better than anyone, probably. Anyway, the meeting was at 2:00 in Columbia City (at the Tasveer Film Center, naturally), and I had a movie to go to at 1:15; at Shobhit's request, we both headed out at about 11:15 for a walk beforehand.
We walked through Cal Anderson Park and the Capitol Hill Farmers Market, then up Broadway to Roy, then down to Summit, back over to Pine, and since we still had plenty of time, we walked through Pike Place Market. When we finally parted ways and he walked south through downtown before hopping on Light Rail, I still had about half an hour to spare. I killed some of that just walking the few blocks over to Pacific Place, and once I got to the AMC on the 4th floor, I just browsed on my phone in the lobby until I went to use the bathroom one last time right when the published showtime hit. I would still have had another half an hour of trailers and commercials to sit through (I recently laughed at one of my own posts I ran across from a few years ago in which I was indignant about
twenty minutes of trailers—if only!), followed by a film with a runtime of 2 hours and 26 minutes.
The movie was
Fjord, which I found slightly imperfect yet incredibly provocative and compelling. I'm not sure I agree with all the Oscar expectations of it, but I suppose we'll see. The two lead performances are indeed incredible.
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With Shobhit's meeting running several hours in the end, I had plenty of time to walk home, write my review, and even finish up my "travelogue" email about Halloween—something I do not bother to create a copy of for this blog like I do actual-travels, because in this case I already posted separate blog entries about all the things it covered: this year I titled it "Halloweentime 2026," and included photos from Shobhit onstage at
The Jury Experience; the
No Kings March; the
Giant Skulls; the
You Should Be Dancing Bee Gees Tribute Band concert; the
West Seattle Harvest Festival; the
Día de Muertos Festival; and the
Capitol Hill Halloween Walk. Photos included in the email were just one per event until the last two; I then included three shots from the
Día de Muertos Festival, and a solid 10—more than half—from the Capitol Hill Halloween Walk.
I meant to include "easter egg" links in all the embedded photos and then I completely forgot. I only did that for one of them. Oh well. I think either no one or nearly no one even notices anyway. Most people don't even read the captions—but, some people do: I have gotten replies from five people already, including both Mary Ann and her sister Ros from Australia; the both commented on how Halloween is only barely a thing there, nothing like in the U.S.
I think Shobhit got home around 7:45. We barely had time to watch two shows: the season finale of
Youth and the season four premiere of
The Gilded Age, both on HBO. It got too late so we'll have to save
Last Week Tonight with John Oliver for tonight.
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I just spent my half-hour lunch break in the lounge area of Rainier Square one level up from the PCC office, as usual. It was far more busy than usual—shockingly so: multiple seats or chairs I often go for were already occupied. I had to choose one of two empty chairs surrounded relatively closely among four around a central sort of coffee table; the two already occupied already had people, who clearly also did not know each other, in them.
I set about to reading my library book, but then a familiar guy came and sat in the one empty chair left. This was the guy who often sits in a chair near where I am sitting in another seating area on the other side of a wall. He constantly brings a lunch and chews it with his mouth open, audible smacking that is wildly disgusting to listen to. This time? No eating. These seats are much closer together than the plush bench I am usually on maybe 15 feet away from him in that other chair on the other side of the wall. I am left to wonder if, after all, he is fully aware that he is a disgusting open-mouth chewer, and was not eating lunch here because the chairs were so much closer. Maybe he assumes 15 feet in the other area is far enough away not to hear him. It is not, buddy!
As soon as he came and sat near me today I thought:
Oh god, this fucking guy. At the risk of sounding racist, he is Asian, and I have wondered if it's a cultural thing—Shobhit insists that people in India don't give a shit about chewing with mouths open, after all. I have no asked this guy about it. I just go out of my way to sit somewhere else, as I had done here, only to have him sit right by me. His decision not to eat his lunch (which did appear to be in a container on a small table next to his chair) was the best part of my day, even though I spent half an hour hoping he wouldn't start eating.
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[posted 12:39pm]
