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There was a car in the ocean off of Suicide Bridge
My poem "Green and Dying" is now online at Ideomancer. It's my first publication there, and possibly the only science fiction poem I've ever written. I have to thank Josephine Tey for the initial inspiration.
There was a total eclipse of the moon tonight, but the overcast was such that I only saw it dimly around seven o'clock, when the earth's shadow was mostly indistinguishable from, well, clouds.
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rushthatspeaks and nineweaving and I watched A Matter of Life and Death (1946). It was sort of the opposite experience from The Tales of Hoffmann—which I loved rather more than I had expected to, while I liked A Matter of Life and Death somewhat less than I had hoped—but I did love some of the images, like the moving stairs and their ancient statues, where Abraham Lincoln is as weatherbeaten as Plato, and the fact that the plot can be explained in mystical and medical terms simultaneously. I suspect that somewhere among the stars Marius Goring's Conductor 71 and Edward Everett Horton's Messenger 7013 (Here Comes Mr. Jordan, 1941) gloomily compare notes on their respective debacles. And I really cannot hate any movie that reminded me of both Euripides' Alkestis and Stephen Vincent Benét's "The Devil and Dan'l Webster," but it was still weirdly Hollywoodlike for an Archers film. I will have to think more about it.
On the other hand, I really, really liked Breaker Morant (1980), which I taped off TCM yesterday and watched with my family in the evening. Previously I had known Edward Woodward only as the father of Peter Woodward, with whom I was familiar from J. Michael Straczynski's short-lived Babylon 5 sequel Crusade. (They did appear together in one episode. Yes, I'm a geek.) As it turns out, of course, he's immensely cool in his own right. And has a beautiful singing voice.
I need to bake hamantashn.
There was a total eclipse of the moon tonight, but the overcast was such that I only saw it dimly around seven o'clock, when the earth's shadow was mostly indistinguishable from, well, clouds.
Before the eclipse,
rushthatspeaks and nineweaving and I watched A Matter of Life and Death (1946). It was sort of the opposite experience from The Tales of Hoffmann—which I loved rather more than I had expected to, while I liked A Matter of Life and Death somewhat less than I had hoped—but I did love some of the images, like the moving stairs and their ancient statues, where Abraham Lincoln is as weatherbeaten as Plato, and the fact that the plot can be explained in mystical and medical terms simultaneously. I suspect that somewhere among the stars Marius Goring's Conductor 71 and Edward Everett Horton's Messenger 7013 (Here Comes Mr. Jordan, 1941) gloomily compare notes on their respective debacles. And I really cannot hate any movie that reminded me of both Euripides' Alkestis and Stephen Vincent Benét's "The Devil and Dan'l Webster," but it was still weirdly Hollywoodlike for an Archers film. I will have to think more about it.On the other hand, I really, really liked Breaker Morant (1980), which I taped off TCM yesterday and watched with my family in the evening. Previously I had known Edward Woodward only as the father of Peter Woodward, with whom I was familiar from J. Michael Straczynski's short-lived Babylon 5 sequel Crusade. (They did appear together in one episode. Yes, I'm a geek.) As it turns out, of course, he's immensely cool in his own right. And has a beautiful singing voice.
I need to bake hamantashn.
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Breaker Morant is a great little film.
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My father had remembered for years the line "the tent is rigged all right."
Did he do any other films worth watching?
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The Wicker Man is certainly worth seeing.
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