When God hates you and mothers run away

I meant to mention this earlier today, but the day happened: "After the Red Sea" has been highlighted by Bogi Takács as part of eir #diversepoems series. I'm honored.

Courtesy of handful_ofdust's Tumblr: color photographs of women in the ATS in 1942. Some of those shots could be stills from The Gentle Sex (1943), but they're history.

Have now finished Season Two of Hannibal. Quoting rushthatspeaks: "Rocks fall, everybody Schrödinger." The season finale was extraordinarily beautifully filmed. Have now watched two more episodes of Twin Peaks (1990). It's wonderful; I am watching it with delight. Have also watched the first two episodes of Agent Carter (2014) and should write about them soon, because at the moment my reactions are a mostly positive incoherence centering around pulp sci-fi tropes, role reversals, excellent use of color and costume design, and Peggy Carter punching a lot of people, sometimes while holding a stapler. [edit: see comments!] I wish the show had slightly more budget and more characters of color, but it still has six episodes in which to fix the latter. I believe derspatchel when he says that lobster would have been too expensive to waste on a foley effect in 1946, but if that is my greatest historical complaint about a show, is it ever ahead of the pack. This is probably the most varied amount of television I have watched in a span of two days since I lived somewhere with a TV.

I cannot afford to fall into Flight Rising, but I have now been shown (by Rush) a breeding clan and there are some beautiful dragons in that world.

All we needed was a net to break our fall

Oh, thank God, I finally figured out who James D'Arcy as Jarvis reminds me of. Not vocally, but visually, Jerry Orbach. This shot from a behind-the-scenes set clinched it. I'd seen the actor before in Master and Commander: On the Far Side of the World (2003), but that wasn't what kept clicking away in my brain as I watched Agent Carter. Now I've got "Razzle-Dazzle" stuck in my head.

I was saying to rushthatspeaks last night that I can think of many shows that remind me of Twin Peaks (1990), but only because of its influence on them. It has no obvious direct ancestors; if the show feels like anything beside itself, it's weird fiction, not other television or film. Walking around Wilson Farms with my niece this afternoon (read: being enthusiastically towed by a thirteen-month-old whose primary form of locomotion is running until stopped by Newtonian physics or an intervening adult), I realized this is not entirely true. There is a cinematic precursor to Twin Peaks. It's David Byrne's True Stories (1986). Imagine Byrne's Narrator and Dale Cooper discussing coffee. The Log Lady passing the Lying Woman at a town function. The handling of the realism of small-town life, which is anywhere from sur- to irrelevant. They're not examining identical cultures or asking the same moral questions, but they're in the same universe. And I have no idea if David Lynch has ever seen it. Attempting to answer this question via the internet went nowhere. Help?

rose_lemberg is now reading unsolicited submissions for Spelling the Hours: a poetry anthology of forgotten and marginalized figures in science and technology. Do you like science? Do you write poems? Go for it.