encounter

 
i was unprepared, i must admit, was for the last twenty minutes or so of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind to have me on the verge of tears.

it's that one impossibly optimistic tone row that they hopefully beam back to the flying saucers; the conversation that follows between their synthesizer and the mothership. even the tracking close-up on the synth operator (who, in fact, is Philip Dodds, chief engineer at ARP Instruments, Inc., who built the synthesizer used for all the alien conversations).

and here i am, quietly resurrecting a client database that ran out of space over the weekend while i sit here watching this with my parents, trying not to cry into my t-shirt.