Nautilus? I thought you said noodle house

Tampopo (1985) is a delightful movie and I thank all the gods and especially Inari that we made a full plate of sushi and a stockpot of ramen before we started watching, because otherwise we would have been very unhappy. People should recommend me food movies, because I was talking about them with rushthatspeaks afterward; I have seen Eat Drink Man Woman (1994) and Babette's Feast (1987), but that covers a very small spectrum of cuisines. Also, Tsutomu Yamazaki is awesome.

(And thus, apparently, I celebrated the fall equinox. Happy autumn!)

I have started to remember my dreams again. Last night was a sort of science fiction throwback: I didn't leave on a deep-space research project with my lover who was a doctor, because he had lied to me about being an alien; when their ships broke up in space, they rolled apart in sullen, almost maroon billows of fire, because of the atmospheric difference. I remember pushing my way off the ship, knowing there was too much bureaucracy in the passenger lists for him to find me in time. Seriously, I have no idea. The last thing I finished before bed was a completely realist novel set from 1935 to the present day.

I am not planning to watch Incubus (1965) when it screens tonight on TCM, but since it stars a pre-Trek William Shatner and it is entirely in Esperanto, I feel like people should know it's out there. I will instead be attending an oratorio about how the power of music makes you burn down Persepolis.