I went and saw Once at the Harvard Exit a few minutes ago. Great film.

I had one of those “aha” moments. It was a distinctly Seattle moment when the cloudy light of summer was sneaking in the window of the men’s bathroom, landing on this ratty old grandma chair with disintegrating upholstery. Crazy Seattle people and their love of movies in ancient theaters. But how pretty was that chair? Pretty pretty, I say.