Today is beautiful and I have so much work to do. I am seriously considering running some errands just in order to experience direct sunlight.
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rushthatspeaks: the ten worst U.S. aircraft. I'd heard about half of these and laughed my way horrifiedly through the rest. It's worth it for the description of the de Lackner HZ-1 Aerocycle alone. Don't try to drink anything while reading.
2. Furthering the theory that I should just spend the summer haunting various movie theaters around town, the Somerville Theatre has announced its summer schedule of repertory series and midnight movies. Yes, Bullitt (1968). My mother showed it to me in high school because of the car chase; it should really be something on a big screen. Yes, Get Carter (1971). I was just thinking that I needed to see it, having read the source novel Jack's Return Home (1970) in March. Yes, Ocean's 11 (1960). I am generally indifferent to the Rat Pack, but I love the heist and I love the twist and I should really have recognized Richard Conte when I saw him years later in The Big Combo (1955)—"Never the luck." Double-featured with The Thomas Crown Affair (1968)? Oh, sure, twist my arm. I suspect that being shown it in a high school sex ed class immunized me against ever wanting to rewatch The Breakfast Club (1985), but El Topo (1970) has always sounded as though it was made expressly for midnight showings and I'll take any excuse to catch Fright Night (1985) and Barbarella (1968). Also on my calendar is this Sunday's screening of Flesh and the Devil (1926) with live music. I like John Gilbert even when he doesn't talk. I always like Garbo.
3. I am delighted to know that the iron of Tutankhamun's dagger is of meteoritic origin. Despite not having a lot of the metal to work with, 18th-dynasty blacksmithing skills seem to have been fairly badass. Never underestimate the ancient world.
4. All things considered, I find it very convenient that Derek Sculthorpe's Van Heflin: A Life in Film (2016) came out earlier this year. It is apparently the first full-length biography of the actor. I had just gotten to the point of wanting one. Thanks, universe!
5. I am honored to be Yoon Ha Lee's favorite living poet.
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2. Furthering the theory that I should just spend the summer haunting various movie theaters around town, the Somerville Theatre has announced its summer schedule of repertory series and midnight movies. Yes, Bullitt (1968). My mother showed it to me in high school because of the car chase; it should really be something on a big screen. Yes, Get Carter (1971). I was just thinking that I needed to see it, having read the source novel Jack's Return Home (1970) in March. Yes, Ocean's 11 (1960). I am generally indifferent to the Rat Pack, but I love the heist and I love the twist and I should really have recognized Richard Conte when I saw him years later in The Big Combo (1955)—"Never the luck." Double-featured with The Thomas Crown Affair (1968)? Oh, sure, twist my arm. I suspect that being shown it in a high school sex ed class immunized me against ever wanting to rewatch The Breakfast Club (1985), but El Topo (1970) has always sounded as though it was made expressly for midnight showings and I'll take any excuse to catch Fright Night (1985) and Barbarella (1968). Also on my calendar is this Sunday's screening of Flesh and the Devil (1926) with live music. I like John Gilbert even when he doesn't talk. I always like Garbo.
3. I am delighted to know that the iron of Tutankhamun's dagger is of meteoritic origin. Despite not having a lot of the metal to work with, 18th-dynasty blacksmithing skills seem to have been fairly badass. Never underestimate the ancient world.
4. All things considered, I find it very convenient that Derek Sculthorpe's Van Heflin: A Life in Film (2016) came out earlier this year. It is apparently the first full-length biography of the actor. I had just gotten to the point of wanting one. Thanks, universe!
5. I am honored to be Yoon Ha Lee's favorite living poet.