I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell
Things that did not actually happen this week: me recuperating any of my lost sleep. Other things that did not therefore happen this week: me getting anything done that required my brain and was not my job. I don't even know how to describe how I feel, except it's bad.
I did manage to get to Perry Henzell's The Harder They Come (1972) last night with
rushthatspeaks for their birthday. It was just as good—and its soundtrack just as legendary—as I had been led to believe. I got home and looked up star and iconic songwriter Jimmy Cliff and discovered I had seen his daughter in 2016: Nabiyah Be, who originated Eurydice off-Broadway in Hadestown. That is a family with no shortage of mythic charisma.
I am trying to figure out why Momus' "I Was a Maoist Intellectual," Alabaster dePlume's "Is It Enough," and Black Country, New Road's "Sunglasses" all seem to constellate in my head. They are all talky, satirical, self-referential songs, but that doesn't feel like an explanation. The last, however, features the best saxophone skronk I've heard since Poly Styrene or Lora Logic.
I will be spending a portion of this weekend at the HFA's all-night half-marathon; this year's theme is Dark Waters. At least I can get the sea onscreen.
ETA:
spatch has just sent me an archaeological record of sea otters. And a delightful and contextually mystifying photo of Anthony Perkins on the set of Psycho (1960). I appreciate these things.
I did manage to get to Perry Henzell's The Harder They Come (1972) last night with
I am trying to figure out why Momus' "I Was a Maoist Intellectual," Alabaster dePlume's "Is It Enough," and Black Country, New Road's "Sunglasses" all seem to constellate in my head. They are all talky, satirical, self-referential songs, but that doesn't feel like an explanation. The last, however, features the best saxophone skronk I've heard since Poly Styrene or Lora Logic.
I will be spending a portion of this weekend at the HFA's all-night half-marathon; this year's theme is Dark Waters. At least I can get the sea onscreen.
ETA:

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Isn't it cool! ^_^
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It really makes me happy.
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That Anthony Perkins photo is so weirdly delightful.
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The film is as good as its soundtrack! It isn't really a noir or a neo-noir, but it has the deep-dyed casual sense of place as character, Kingston as ecosystem; it actually reminded me more of some pre-Code outlaw-as-folk-hero narratives, except that it's filmed in a kind of time-leaping vérité that assumes the audience can always fill in the steps we don't need to see; and we never figured out the use of subtitles for the Patois, because sometimes they were unnecessary and sometimes they were missing, so I would say I got about seventy-five percent of the dialogue but fortunately all of the story. It made me want to see the 1966 Django and I think there is no way Quentin Tarantino doesn't love this film. Fortunately, that did not interfere with me and
That Anthony Perkins photo is so weirdly delightful.
I can only assume it was professional-grade trolling on the part of the studio, but it's adorable. (He just folds up.)
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Yes! Look at all those splendid creatures, leaving their marks on time.
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Are you familiar with animal-polished rocks? (Specifically, mammoths, but many animals use rocks for rubbing, which is what led the observers to understand the mammoth polish.)
Cliff- and rock-climbing and nesting birds also leave wear, over time, on their sites.
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Yes, but I'm not sure I've seen it applied to mammoths! That sounds great.
Cliff- and rock-climbing and nesting birds also leave wear, over time, on their sites.
I am not surprised, but I am glad to know it.
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... I can only imagine how much worse it is with an overlay of physical misery. (I have some anxiety-induced physical misery, but not on the same level.)
The archeological record of sea otters is *wonderful*. Thank you, and thanks to Spatch.
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*hugs*
It doesn't feel like emptiness, it just feels like exhaustion, that I know what I want to be saying and it takes so much effort to think and write and I don't have the energy left for it when I have done anything else with the day, including sometimes leaving the house.
I hope you have wherewithal soon. And relief from your physical misery, too.
The archeological record of sea otters is *wonderful*. Thank you, and thanks to Spatch.
You're welcome! It really makes me happy. I have also, thanks to
throat sac of the siamang
I was prepared for the deep note but not the clown horn at the end!
Re: throat sac of the siamang
I sent it to my mother with the title "honk-PHWEET." I had no idea!
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I believe it. We were pretty impressed.
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You're welcome!
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Absolutely of interest! I could catch some of the nuances of retranslation when I saw the show last October, but I knew I wasn't equipped to identify or parse them all. Thank you.
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I've skipped HFA marathons in the past, but I've been looking forward to this one for months and its twelve-hour duration happens to coincide with times of night I have not actually been sleeping lately, anyway. Unless I feel really like the dead by this evening, at least it will give me something nice to look at while I feel like I am failing at everything else in my life.
And anyway, this advice is probably too late.
It's not. I appreciate the concern.
[edit] We went to one film, then we went to dinner, then we came home.