One of My Greatest Regrets|
I am waiting -- as anxiously as you waited for Episode I -- for the American release of Hayao Miyazaki's ``Princess Mononoke'' to hit the theatres on 29 October. The original version has the second-largest Japanese box-office take, eclipsed only by -- ugh -- ``Titanic''. If you happen to hear of anything such as sneak preview showings of it in Santa Monica or thereabouts, do contact me; it would be worth the five-hour drive. It's being distributed domestically by Miramax/Dimension Films.
In the meantime, I've been keeping myself busy with the relatively subversive study of hooking up WebTV sets to the LAN (it works, but it's not a steady source of income or interest by any means.) Anything new over there?
The people over here aren't unaware of the impending Y2K event, but, having less knowledge and much less dependence on technology, their interpretation of it tends to be a more religiously prophetic one, but even then much more understated than, say, any recent copy of the Weekly World News. One of my greatest regrets was that I couldn't be present for the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989; perhaps the desire to be in the belly of the largest city on the Left Coast during the last two months of 1999 is to forestall a similar regret ten years from now. Just for the record, I have no fear of the actual mechanism of the Y2K bug, but the Y2K thought-virus petrifies me. I cannot foresee the heights of folly and paranoia that the rabble-rousing media, reality-challenged-but-well-meaning technological middle class, and out-and-out Chicken Littles are going to drive society to.
Hang on, it's gonna be a bumpy ride.