And a hole in the world keeping us apart

[sovay]

Yesterday I spent much of the afternoon reading on the couch, after which spatch and I cooked our first dinner in the new skillet and watched Wayne Wang's Smoke (1995), which I might not have seen in twenty years. Its soundtrack was my introduction to Tom Waits: "My ears were assaulted by a drunken Muppet." This afternoon I took another one of my Christmas books to an appointment, after which rushthatspeaks came over and we ate deli sandwiches and watched Ulrike Ottinger's Freak Orlando (1981), which aside from its acknowledged antecedents of Virginia Woolf and Tod Browning had the pleasure of reminding me of Angela Carter, M. John Harrison, Derek Jarman, and nothing but its gorgeous, shape-shifting, painterly, disruptive self. yhlee sent me two mermaid cards in the mail. I could do with being less dead tired—and less cause to worry about people I love—but otherwise, knock wood, at the moment I think I am doing all right.

Comments

[yhlee]

I'm glad the mermaid cards arrived safely! I hope you get proper rest soon. *support support*

[selkie]

*wheezes, fatly*
Aw, c’mon, what.

[moon_custafer]

Andrew and his friends were watching Smoke the first time I ever came to his apartment. We’ve rewatched it many times, though I think I’ve only seen Blue In the Face (the sequel) once.

[asakiyume]

I'll take even moments of your being all right. 💛

[oracne]

Reading on the couch can be such a pleasure.

[vass]

I could do with being less dead tired—and less cause to worry about people I love—but otherwise, knock wood, at the moment I think I am doing all right.

I am glad to hear it.

[minoanmiss]

*sends what energy I can spare*

[gwynnega]

Freak Orlando sounds amazing!