sovay: (Renfield)
I wanted to do a lot of things with this week that did not happen. Yesterday I stayed on the couch and coughed and lost the rest of my voice and drank infinite mugs of hot water with honey and watched TV. Autolycus snuggled himself into the blankets beside me and sometimes watched with me and sometimes dozed. I ate soup dumplings. It was an entirely unimproving thing to dedicate my afternoon and evening to, but it was probably good for me. I couldn't even leave the house. I wouldn't have left the house today if the library hadn't told me it had successfully interlibrary-loaned me something rare, but then it turned out the library was wrong. That was awkward. And very cold. I have done nothing but make dinner with [personal profile] spatch since.

1. The problem with saying that Iron Fist (2017–18) reminds me of Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005–08) is that it sounds as though the point of comparison is the magical martial arts when it's actually the character growth, especially the processes of failing better and finding family, which is sometimes people you're related to and sometimes hella not. The other thing it reminds me of, actually, is The Wolf Man (1941): the plot twists and even some of the first principles are from Mars, but the people are all real people and the emotional resonances are all in the right places and the results, for me, balance out on the side of idtastic and complexly touching. And then sometimes ninja fights just happen. The second season is better than the first, but I didn't feel I was overall gritting my teeth to get to the good stuff. (There are exceptions. Never depict a psychiatric hospital again, MCU, jeez.) I just wanted something to stare at while I fell over; I was impressed. I would watch a third season if it existed.

2. Miki Berenyi of Lush has a new band: Piroshka. The only available song right now seems to be "Everlastingly Yours," but I love the shoegaze guitar-gauze drift of lyrics like "I'm not afraid to reach down inside to something within me / That gives me the power to fight / To rip out his heart and shatter his bones with a smile."

3. I should remind everyone in the New York area that around this time next week I will be reading with Carrie Laben, Zin E. Rocklyn, Fiona Maeve Geist, and Farah Rose Smith at McNally Jackson Williamsburg. Come hear me! I should be capable of speech by then. If not, I'll do something exciting, like mime.

I still feel like I can't think. I'm going back to curling up on the couch, movie cat optional but preferred. Next month had better contain fewer colds.
Page generated 2019-04-22 14:13
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios