Though that's hard to make a movie show about

I still have the hell-cold! It could go away already! It's like Monty Woolley on Kleenex.

I am nonethless going with ratatosk to see the Alloy Orchestra accompany a selection of short silent surrealist films at the Somerville Theatre tonight, because seriously, what about that program doesn't appeal? I am especially curious about Hans Richter's Filmstudie (1926), but I expect I'll come back raving about things I'd never heard of. Not literally, one hopes, but I suppose that will depend on how weird these things really are.

Before then—

Jeremy Denk on Charles Ives. The way he writes about the composer succeeds in making me want to hear how he plays him.

Evie Nagy on Miss Fury. I am not as familiar with superheroes of the 1940's as I am with most other media from that period, but I still feel I should really have heard of Marla Drake. I will be looking for this collection.

Vienna haunts William Boyd. (Look! There's Wittgenstein again!)

I am off to catch a bus.