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I would have knocked, but my fist had other ideas
I took one image out of dreams with me this morning as I stumbled half-consciously in the direction of a bus. (Essentially, the house is being fumigated for mold: I am not in it.) A woman in a blue serge jacket and a narrowly striped open-necked shirt, her chin lifted in quarter-profile so that I could see the falling wing of her hair, cross-grained silky brown, and the bent-in lines of her cheekbones; she did not look like Annemarie Schwarzenbach, but I wouldn't have been surprised if she knew her. I have no idea what she was doing.
Fortunately, falling back asleep while it's grey and mistily raining outside is one of life's great pleasures, and mostly what I remember from the second set of dreams is the apartment building we were living in, old red brick with the fire escape outside our window made of brass painted white and crimson like the pipes of a calliope. There was a mural on the south-facing side of the building incorporating a flying saucer and the face of God. The face of God was known to speak. It sounded like the building super.
Conscious, I had late lunch at Zoe's with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel and afterward hit up Weirdo Records for Manhattan Research Inc., which was unaccountably still there. (I got paid for Greek translation. I figured fifty-year-old electronic music was the best thing to blow it on.) Dinner was with the Kesslers, who showed me the first episode of something historically ludicrous and absolutely delightful called Jack of All Trades (2000), which clearly missed the swashbuckling/steampunk boom by just a few years. There's mad science. The theme song is a wonderful little showstopper in its own right. And then we watched The Draughtsman's Contract (1982), which as a feature presentation really didn't go with the short at all. I believe they found it an experience.
And now I'm listening to Raymond Scott. Also, in the other room, Rock Band. Why not?
Fortunately, falling back asleep while it's grey and mistily raining outside is one of life's great pleasures, and mostly what I remember from the second set of dreams is the apartment building we were living in, old red brick with the fire escape outside our window made of brass painted white and crimson like the pipes of a calliope. There was a mural on the south-facing side of the building incorporating a flying saucer and the face of God. The face of God was known to speak. It sounded like the building super.
Conscious, I had late lunch at Zoe's with
derspatchel and afterward hit up Weirdo Records for Manhattan Research Inc., which was unaccountably still there. (I got paid for Greek translation. I figured fifty-year-old electronic music was the best thing to blow it on.) Dinner was with the Kesslers, who showed me the first episode of something historically ludicrous and absolutely delightful called Jack of All Trades (2000), which clearly missed the swashbuckling/steampunk boom by just a few years. There's mad science. The theme song is a wonderful little showstopper in its own right. And then we watched The Draughtsman's Contract (1982), which as a feature presentation really didn't go with the short at all. I believe they found it an experience.And now I'm listening to Raymond Scott. Also, in the other room, Rock Band. Why not?
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Now you're writing in lyrics!
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Brilliant. I guess this face would funcion somewhat like these cable radios: see chapter on Russia - NOT TOO UNACCURATE http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cable_radio#cite_note-2
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Indeed - plus, Bruce Campbell is always fun to watch. Have you ever seen any Brisco County, Jr.? It's similar, and also stars Campbell, but it's a zany steampunk Western. Occasionally John Aston turns up as a mad inventor.
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Nine
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That's a bit Arlo Guthrie . . .
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I like the idea of the cable-radio face of God!
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I never have, but it sounds like I should. (I like John Astin. Have you seen Evil Roy Slade (1972)?)
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There are worse conceptions!
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Thank you for an excellent way to celebrate All Fools.
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You're very welcome!
(See what I mean about the theme song?)
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I'm glad the CD you wanted was still at Weirdo Records.
I've heard about that Jack of All Trades show. I should probably check it out sometime, myself.
And now I'm listening to Raymond Scott. Also, in the other room, Rock Band. Why not?
Hopefully this is a good combination? Or at least not a bad one?
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I sang along for "Tangled Up in Blue."
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I was very surprised.
Hopefully this is a good combination? Or at least not a bad one?
No, it worked.
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