I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell

[sovay]

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.

Comments

[asakiyume]

Although I'm not in the pain you're in, I still have tremendous empathy for the empty bewilderment (... is that what you're feeling? it's what I'm feeling) at not having any brain to do anything but Job, and sometimes not even that, really. I have things to share, but no wherewithal to share them.

... 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.

[sovay]

Although I'm not in the pain you're in, I still have tremendous empathy for the empty bewilderment (... is that what you're feeling? it's what I'm feeling) at not having any brain to do anything but Job, and sometimes not even that, really. I have things to share, but no wherewithal to share them.

*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 handful_ofdust, discovered the throat sac of the siamang.

throat sac of the siamang

[asakiyume]

!!

I was prepared for the deep note but not the clown horn at the end!

Re: throat sac of the siamang

[sovay]

I was prepared for the deep note but not the clown horn at the end!

I sent it to my mother with the title "honk-PHWEET." I had no idea!