I am still sick. It doesn't feel like flu, but it doesn't feel great, either. Yesterday I walked all the way to the Clarendon Hill Stop & Shop and back on a fruitless quest for plain, salt-free Quaker rice cakes (I have been able to establish the company still makes them, so why doesn't anywhere around here sell them anymore?) and that was about it for my day. We made various experimental mixtures with Fire Cider and watched Darby O'Gill and the Little People (1959). I can't do much about the smiling Irish twee stuck around the edges of that film, but I love so much of the rest of it. Contrary to popular belief, a precautionary dose of Kraken rum, ginger beer, and terrifying medicinal New England tonic does not make the banshee any less chilling.
The internet is affording me some excellent distractions, at least. For example, I had no idea that the major archive of Edward R. Murrow's work was at Tufts University. They have digitized, if not the entire run of the show, then a substantial percentage of the personal essays broadcast on This I Believe (1951–1955). I can't find them organized in broadcast order, but exploring by name or theme is just as interesting. I started with Peter Ustinov.
The last I'd heard of Jill Tracy was in 2008 with The Bittersweet Constrain. Then
ashlyme Facebook-linked to her recent cover of "Bela Lugosi's Dead" with David J. I've been catching up on tracks and EPs all afternoon.
I don't expect to see The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013), but
strange_selkie gave me Lorde's "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" and it's kind of stuck in my head.
I must have run across William Fryer Harvey before, but I didn't expect to start with Midnight House (2009) by the Trysting Tree and end with Ronald Colman on Suspense (5/31/1945). The Beast with Five Fingers (1946) just came out on DVD, so I suppose I could pursue this obsession. It would dovetail nicely with seeing Peter Lorre in Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) a few days ago.
I should go out somewhere today that isn't a disappointing supermarket.
The internet is affording me some excellent distractions, at least. For example, I had no idea that the major archive of Edward R. Murrow's work was at Tufts University. They have digitized, if not the entire run of the show, then a substantial percentage of the personal essays broadcast on This I Believe (1951–1955). I can't find them organized in broadcast order, but exploring by name or theme is just as interesting. I started with Peter Ustinov.
The last I'd heard of Jill Tracy was in 2008 with The Bittersweet Constrain. Then
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I must have run across William Fryer Harvey before, but I didn't expect to start with Midnight House (2009) by the Trysting Tree and end with Ronald Colman on Suspense (5/31/1945). The Beast with Five Fingers (1946) just came out on DVD, so I suppose I could pursue this obsession. It would dovetail nicely with seeing Peter Lorre in Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) a few days ago.
I should go out somewhere today that isn't a disappointing supermarket.