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26.03.2008Wednesday 26 March – Race

I finished and hung one of my photos in the toilet.
I drove to Indooroopilly with Maz to buy a door-stopper and get lunch, and spent some time at Maz’s place.
  I phoned Paxas and found that I hadn’t got the CSS job, but was given the details of another web design sort of contract.
I caught a bus into the city, meeting Bronwen. We wandered around the city and botanical gardens, tried to open a locked door on Riverstage, set off an alarm which loudly informed us that we’d breached a prohibited area, and that the police had been called, ran away, and had dinner at Tara Thai.
Bronwen and I saw “Race”, a Bollywood fantastic, at the Regent—and it was fantastic. Everything about it was better than a Hollywood film—even the surround sound. Either the Regent has superior surround to anywhere else I go, or this film did. Why other movies don’t make more use of surround sound I don’t know. As usual, it was a cinematic masterpiece, sacrificing the unrealistic exaggerated reality that’s become Hollywood’s mainstay for pure cinematic pleasure—nevermind that people don’t normally become surrounded in stunning models and break into dance every few minutes.
It’s become 3 AM somehow. I’ve been transcribing my Tasmanian journal from its fancy paper based format to this simple XML format.

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