so I finally got

to see a movie---I had been planning but putting this off for about a week, but yesterday, after some rest in the afternoon, I walked down to the Film Festival at Lincoln Center, and got a "rush" ticket for My Father and Me, a documentary by Nick Broomfield, an English film maker. Nick's father, Maurice, was as well known still photographer, whose pictures defined the growth of Industry in Britain after World War II. Nick describes his father's upbringing, his ambivalent relationship to the working class city of Darby, where he was raised, and his subsequent marriage to a woman he deeply loved. Nick tries to decipher his own childhood with memories of his father and mother. The documentary also describes Nick's attempts to separate himself from his father; he becomes a film maker of documentaries, some very controversial, and often steps into the middle of them.
  I thought the movie was very deeply felt, really well articulated---I was never bored or outside of it for a minute. Really glad that I saw it---slept much easier last night, probably because I had "fulfilled" myself earlier.
  Nothing much else to say, a full day of sessions awaits me, maybe will spend a little time afterwards in a bar in the village where a friend of mine is the happy hour bar tender. Will report soon.