sovay | I hope we'll be gone before you disappear forever

I slept last night, which was something of a big deal because the previous night I had not. The weather was bright and fresh, which was also something of a big deal because two nights ago the ash which had blown across the continent from the wildfires was making the end of our street look like the Great Smog of 1952. After my doctor's appointment, I brought home chopped liver and duck pastrami from Mamaleh's and read about half of my recently acquired paperback of Eric Lomax's The Railway Man (1995), a different edition of which I had left in the basement of the Harvard Book Store two or three years ago, assuming I would have the money for it the next week, and then of course never seen in any book store again. We took a walk after dark, around the library and the high school and the bridge under which the commuter train streamed, illuminating the curve of the rails before it. An older couple paused to watch it, too. I like this low-light picture

spatch took of me.

I had a letter waiting in the mail from

selkie when I got back. The Hot Rock (1972) is a brilliant movie about an escalatingly stupid heist. I missed Polar Noir's "If Everybody Listened" when it was released for World Oceans Day, but I quite like it. We have the Perseids in August to look forward to. It is important to have days that feel like days.

Threaded | Flat

Been vaguely meaning to watch The Hot Rock for ages; it just moved up the queue :) It's within the last year or so that I ran out of Dortmunder novels to read, so it may be fun to visit another filmic interpretation of one. (Bank Shot was pretty good, but added some goofy over-the-top humor that I think detracted from it. I think Dortmunder, like much humor, is much funnier when played completely straight.)