For reasons almost too stupid to summarize except that the alternative was grave, at eight in the morning ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
a_reasonable_man like a hero of the revolution drove me to the outer fringes of Waltham so that I could procure some cans of the prescription cat food that we had just run out of, which was of course the only one out of four prescription cat foods in the house that Autolycus was suddenly capable of eating. We were successful and the cat was fed and then I went out to Lexington for the afternoon to see my mother for Mother's Day and also to pass out hard for a couple of hours, having not slept at all last night, either. Have some pictures I took over the last week.
( Yesterday seems like last week, last week seems like last year. )
Also, some links.
1. Courtesy ofhandful_ofdust: the ongoing saga of a walrus in Wales. "Here is the problem with 2,500 lbs of predatory sea potato using the slipway of a lifeboat station as a spa bed."
2. Courtesy of same: Marion Morgan and Dorothy Arzner. I am extremely disappointed to learn the film they were shooting at the time of this photograph is considered lost. Lost John Ford comes to light all the time; could we get some of Arzner's missing catalogue?
3. People really should tag their butches/nbs. I got Annemarie Schwarzenbach, Dorothy Arzner, Thelma Wood, and Gluck, after which I have to resort to a reverse image search which feels like cheating. Good tie game on the two I don't recognize, though. (Christa Winsloe and Germaine Dulac.)
4. Theodore Bikel, "Mrs. McGrath." I heard the song for the first time on his album From Bondage to Freedom (1961), with the same record cover as on YouTube; it's a very theatrical arrangement, but it still made such an impression on me that I used it as the anchor for a paper I wrote on Irish folk songs in tenth grade history. For a presentation in the same class, I attempted to create the practical effect of a blighted potato. It started with a real potato. It had its moment in the spotlight and my parents disposed of it with extreme prejudice.
5. Courtesy ofa_reasonable_man: a tooth obelisk. You're probably not welcome.
Joseph Losey's Modesty Blaise (1966) is a terrible version of the comic strip, but an impressive piece of pop surrealism on its own time. Dirk Bogarde, his color-coordinated parasols, and his wig which gets its own costume credit may be worth the price of admission. "What have I done to deserve this? Everyone in my organization behaves as if she was Mata Hari or something."
a_reasonable_man like a hero of the revolution drove me to the outer fringes of Waltham so that I could procure some cans of the prescription cat food that we had just run out of, which was of course the only one out of four prescription cat foods in the house that Autolycus was suddenly capable of eating. We were successful and the cat was fed and then I went out to Lexington for the afternoon to see my mother for Mother's Day and also to pass out hard for a couple of hours, having not slept at all last night, either. Have some pictures I took over the last week.( Yesterday seems like last week, last week seems like last year. )
Also, some links.
1. Courtesy of
handful_ofdust: the ongoing saga of a walrus in Wales. "Here is the problem with 2,500 lbs of predatory sea potato using the slipway of a lifeboat station as a spa bed."2. Courtesy of same: Marion Morgan and Dorothy Arzner. I am extremely disappointed to learn the film they were shooting at the time of this photograph is considered lost. Lost John Ford comes to light all the time; could we get some of Arzner's missing catalogue?
3. People really should tag their butches/nbs. I got Annemarie Schwarzenbach, Dorothy Arzner, Thelma Wood, and Gluck, after which I have to resort to a reverse image search which feels like cheating. Good tie game on the two I don't recognize, though. (Christa Winsloe and Germaine Dulac.)
4. Theodore Bikel, "Mrs. McGrath." I heard the song for the first time on his album From Bondage to Freedom (1961), with the same record cover as on YouTube; it's a very theatrical arrangement, but it still made such an impression on me that I used it as the anchor for a paper I wrote on Irish folk songs in tenth grade history. For a presentation in the same class, I attempted to create the practical effect of a blighted potato. It started with a real potato. It had its moment in the spotlight and my parents disposed of it with extreme prejudice.
5. Courtesy of
a_reasonable_man: a tooth obelisk. You're probably not welcome.Joseph Losey's Modesty Blaise (1966) is a terrible version of the comic strip, but an impressive piece of pop surrealism on its own time. Dirk Bogarde, his color-coordinated parasols, and his wig which gets its own costume credit may be worth the price of admission. "What have I done to deserve this? Everyone in my organization behaves as if she was Mata Hari or something."
