Picnic day, I've concluded, was the one day in the year that Davis comes out of its guise as a quite, laid-back small town and show the world what the definition of a college-town is and capable of being.
To say that the entire atmosphere changed to be, in short, an understatement.
Those who work in the DC on Saturdays had a tough time of it yesterday. Due to the booths that were set up (it is, after all, PICNIC day) there are double shifts yesterday for people who had to work inside and people who had to work outside. It was crowded either way. There were bands and balloons and for some reason--country music by this stand near the MU.
Molly was out almost all of yesterday and so, somewhere between how things turned out, Annie came over and we got Chipotle (had to walk most of the way because biking's impossible with that many people around), locked ourselves in my room, and watched HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE. Neither of us felt like braving the mob and so avoided the entire deal.
On a note about the movie-- it's--quite different from the book. Dianna Wynne Jones (sp?) is an excellent writer and everyone, I think, should read the book. The thing is, aside from keeping a few main plot points (and names) the same, it is SO different (the movie, from the book). By different I mean the antagonists, the plot, a great many people who are involved, etc. AND YET THIS DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION WORKED! This's, frankly, the first time I've seen a different interpretation of a book, made into a movie, that worked.
I'm impressed.
Oh and of course the art's amazing, as usual. The flying machines are so physically impratical, yet so fun to watch.
[edit 11:54]
A version of the poem from six-grade, found by accident, posted for the records:
If i find a penny and gave it to you
that means we'd both have a wish
A wish to come true.
a penny is like magic lying on the ground
it's like picking up a wish that's waiting to be found.
So when I find one, I’ll pick up your penny
And if we are lucky I will give you many
I'll pick up your penny, won't let the trashman sweep it
but if i find a dollar, i'll probably keep it....
My sixth grade teacher once gave us each a copy of this poem, with a penny taped on each copy.
I still have mine at home.
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