Watched Summer 2000: The X-Cetra Story at SFF26. The millenial experimental pop version of Shirkers (affectionate). It affirmed the unadulterated joy that stems from the creative process and pursuits, especially at the pre teen years when you're most creatively daring.
My creative output is a fraction of what it used to be, but this film made me so proud of teenage me making his frumpy little drawings and silly little tunes. Maybe he's still with me in some sort of form.
Some years it just feels like a certain team has been kissed by fate, they just can’t lose. This year the Knicks are that team. There’s signs everywhere if you look for them
