The vines, the grass will find the cracks in the concrete
The light changed a couple of mornings ago: cooled, clarified. It begins to look like autumn, when all the ghosts seep up. Less equinoctially, the construction has renewed on the porch of the house across the street and is harder to sleep through. Have some mostly links.
1. When I went into Porter Square Books this afternoon to pick up the reprint I had ordered of Ramona Stewart's Desert Town (1947), I was so delighted to see packets of sunprints for sale with exactly the same silver-and-blue packaging of my childhood that I bought one for my niece, who to my knowledge has never had the chance to play with photograms.
2. After rewatching Moonrise (1948), I discovered that Imogen Sara Smith had written an appreciation of Harry Morgan in it, which he entirely deserves: "Least Wanted—Film Noir's Character Actors: Harry Morgan."
3. I have learned that the odd, hollow, wavery percussion used in the original recording of "The Ballad of High Noon" (1952) came from the early synthesizer the Novachord, which since the rest of that spare arrangement consists of an accordion, an acoustic guitar, and Tex Ritter really makes me happy. I would love to know which settings produced the sound. I could never figure out what it was.
4. As soon I read![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch the blurb for the hopping vampire collection coming up on the Criterion Channel in September, he insisted on making sure I had seen the kung fu priest from Braindead/Dead Alive (1992) kicking arse for the Lord.
5. We received an e-mail this evening intended for someone who had just bought a house in Southington, CT. We politely explained the mix-up and only then realized we could have scammed our way into a summer home near Lake Compounce. We watched an on-ride video of Boulder Dash to feel better.
I am continuing to enjoy the local hibiscus.
1. When I went into Porter Square Books this afternoon to pick up the reprint I had ordered of Ramona Stewart's Desert Town (1947), I was so delighted to see packets of sunprints for sale with exactly the same silver-and-blue packaging of my childhood that I bought one for my niece, who to my knowledge has never had the chance to play with photograms.
2. After rewatching Moonrise (1948), I discovered that Imogen Sara Smith had written an appreciation of Harry Morgan in it, which he entirely deserves: "Least Wanted—Film Noir's Character Actors: Harry Morgan."
3. I have learned that the odd, hollow, wavery percussion used in the original recording of "The Ballad of High Noon" (1952) came from the early synthesizer the Novachord, which since the rest of that spare arrangement consists of an accordion, an acoustic guitar, and Tex Ritter really makes me happy. I would love to know which settings produced the sound. I could never figure out what it was.
4. As soon I read
spatch the blurb for the hopping vampire collection coming up on the Criterion Channel in September, he insisted on making sure I had seen the kung fu priest from Braindead/Dead Alive (1992) kicking arse for the Lord.5. We received an e-mail this evening intended for someone who had just bought a house in Southington, CT. We politely explained the mix-up and only then realized we could have scammed our way into a summer home near Lake Compounce. We watched an on-ride video of Boulder Dash to feel better.
I am continuing to enjoy the local hibiscus.
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I caught the light practicing changes, falling carelessly out of my office (which is a sunroom) and then hiding behind a passing cloud; but the full turn hasn't come yet.
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We have a plethora of them around and they seem to be flourishing! This one wasn't even from the same yard as the previous.
I caught the light practicing changes, falling carelessly out of my office (which is a sunroom) and then hiding behind a passing cloud; but the full turn hasn't come yet.
I notice it especially in the mornings. The air hasn't yet stopped smelling like summer, though.
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Do not feel compelled to experiment unless you really want a synthesizer emulator in its own right, but that's really neat to know! It's weird, pitched percussion: I wouldn't have been surprised to discover it was something like the bass end of a musical saw being used rhythmically instead of lyrically. I just think it's much cooler that it wasn't even an acoustic instrument at all.
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It was growing in a raised yard so that it towered. They make me happy whenever I get out of the house.
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The hibiscus is very pretty again!
Also I have more unsolicited David Collings - my source on my tumblr dash is clearly having fun lately. Anyway, this review was amazing really: https://www.tumblr.com/ronnola/726521172257292288/television-tortured-souls-the-canberra-times?source=share
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They were! I am sure the house in Southington wouldn't have worked out.
Also I have more unsolicited David Collings - my source on my tumblr dash is clearly having fun lately. Anyway, this review was amazing really
Much wandering and soul torture!
Thank you; that was also a good thing.
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Two whole hours of it!! XD
Rather random piece of art from tumblr I thought you might like as well: https://www.tumblr.com/lethesbeastie/725108152311463936/the-imagery-and-vibes-of-this-were-so-visceral-i?source=share
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I do like that! Thank you. I really appreciate you sieving Tumblr for things to entertain me.
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That's a lovely hibiscus!
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That sounds lovely! We had a rainbow at sunset a few weeks ago that I tried to take pictures of, but then did not post any.
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Our last neighborhood had a lot of roses; this one seems to have a lot of hibiscus. I like it.
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I am continuing to enjoy your enjoyment of the hibiscus.
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That's wonderful. They were a regular part of my childhood. I believe we used to buy them from the science museum, but I like the idea of them being available in a bookstore.
I am continuing to enjoy your enjoyment of the hibiscus.
Thank you!