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MAKI

Fumihiko Maki, who I really wish was my gramps (sorry actual gramps--you are still the best!), had a lecture last Thursday night, and I was too star struck to go up to him and ask to take a picture with him. I was so starstruck I completely forgot that I had my camera. Dammit! (I should have had Sara remind me to do it right after the lecture, before everyone starts crowding around him). What's the big deal, he's just an seventy-five year-old white-haired dude with indecipherable English, you say? His buildings are the gentlest, most elegant, unimposing places I've ever seen. He's a Pritzker Prize winner, an award which only goes to the best architects in the world -- it's not awarded every year... it's like the Nobel of architecture. I wonder if he will be coming back to Berkeley soon ... :-(

BILL

On Friday, I watched Kill Bill: Part 2. Talk about a total turnaround from a lecture from a Japanese architect. I thought the movie was brash and was brilliant. There's something dazzling about feminist cinema. I like watching women screwing over the men, for once ... giving them what they deserve for treating women like objects. Tarantino has it down, without a doubt, and I smile everytime I think about it. There are so many parts in this movie that just break my heart. It gives me so much strange hope in being a woman.