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Nautilus? I thought you said noodle house
Tampopo (1985) is a delightful movie and I thank all the gods and especially Inari that we made a full plate of sushi and a stockpot of ramen before we started watching, because otherwise we would have been very unhappy. People should recommend me food movies, because I was talking about them with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rushthatspeaks afterward; I have seen Eat Drink Man Woman (1994) and Babette's Feast (1987), but that covers a very small spectrum of cuisines. Also, Tsutomu Yamazaki is awesome.
(And thus, apparently, I celebrated the fall equinox. Happy autumn!)
I have started to remember my dreams again. Last night was a sort of science fiction throwback: I didn't leave on a deep-space research project with my lover who was a doctor, because he had lied to me about being an alien; when their ships broke up in space, they rolled apart in sullen, almost maroon billows of fire, because of the atmospheric difference. I remember pushing my way off the ship, knowing there was too much bureaucracy in the passenger lists for him to find me in time. Seriously, I have no idea. The last thing I finished before bed was a completely realist novel set from 1935 to the present day.
I am not planning to watch Incubus (1965) when it screens tonight on TCM, but since it stars a pre-Trek William Shatner and it is entirely in Esperanto, I feel like people should know it's out there. I will instead be attending an oratorio about how the power of music makes you burn down Persepolis.
rushthatspeaks afterward; I have seen Eat Drink Man Woman (1994) and Babette's Feast (1987), but that covers a very small spectrum of cuisines. Also, Tsutomu Yamazaki is awesome.(And thus, apparently, I celebrated the fall equinox. Happy autumn!)
I have started to remember my dreams again. Last night was a sort of science fiction throwback: I didn't leave on a deep-space research project with my lover who was a doctor, because he had lied to me about being an alien; when their ships broke up in space, they rolled apart in sullen, almost maroon billows of fire, because of the atmospheric difference. I remember pushing my way off the ship, knowing there was too much bureaucracy in the passenger lists for him to find me in time. Seriously, I have no idea. The last thing I finished before bed was a completely realist novel set from 1935 to the present day.
I am not planning to watch Incubus (1965) when it screens tonight on TCM, but since it stars a pre-Trek William Shatner and it is entirely in Esperanto, I feel like people should know it's out there. I will instead be attending an oratorio about how the power of music makes you burn down Persepolis.
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Yes. Unfortunately, googling lead me only to websites concerning the work of screenwriter and director Paul Haggis, so perhaps there isn't one.
He had led me to believe he was human; I couldn't have survived on one of their ships.
Goodness. Was it a case of incompatible environmental factors in their ships (wrong atmosphere, excessive acceleration, or...?) or was it something more sinister? Or did you simply know in some unspecified yet definite fashion?