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What do you do? You can't make nothing out of nothing
I am definitely still sick. Everything about my head that can hurt appears to be hurting.
This morning I had my first non-nightmare in weeks. It was incredibly frustrating. I dreamed that I went to see a kind of variety program incorporating silent and classic film—not at the Somerville, I think it was a dream-version of the Chevalier Theatre in Medford—and the stage component included a Leslie Howard impersonator. I suppose at this point I should have guessed it was a dream, but at the time I just thought it was awesome. Leslie Howard in film star mode rather than private life, so we're talking white tie and tails rather than tweeds and trenchcoats, but they had the fair hair and the quizzical profile and the long-lidded eyes and something very like the voice, by turns dry and dreaming. There was some audience interaction, which now reminds me of Pygmalion but didn't when I was watching it. It wasn't until I saw the actor offstage, still in costume, that I realized they were physically female. We had a conversation about pre-Code Hollywood and British musicals and I invited her to the next silent-with-sound at the Somerville and we were bonding cheerfully when I woke up. I don't even remember her name now. I'm looking at enough loss in my ordinary life, I don't need to get it from dreams. And it was a nice conversation.
1. Speaking of silent movies at the Somerville, I keep forgetting to mention that Rex Ingram's The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (1921) is screening in November. Pop-culturally, this is the movie that shot Rudolph Valentino to stardom and popularized the tango in the United States. Personally, I have an interest in it because Valentino's co-star was Alice Terry née Taaffe. I only learned about her last month. It's definitely the same family and she seems to have been very clear about the pronunciation, which we associate with my father's branch of the family in this country. I consider this fortuitous timing.
2. Speaking of movies in general, it appears that Tilda Swinton is playing a punk musician in the upcoming A Bigger Splash (2015) and has given an interview to AnOther Magazine in the persona of her character, accompanied by photos that look like this. I kind of want to see this movie immediately.
3. Speaking of art that isn't movies, the Strange Horizons fund drive continues apace. The latest published tier of bonus content comprises the first three poems: Jane Yolen's "The Truth of Briars," Sasha Kim's "The Changeling's Gambit," and Carlos Hernandez's "Saturn Devouring His Young." If you want the rest of the bonus poetry and the podcast, donate! Also, as someone who was just blown away by "The Vishakanya's Choice," I can confirm that you really want to unlock the story by Roshani Chokshi.
I started packing up my office last night. I've moved out eight boxes of CDs and DVDs. The cats ran around the room afterward crying for their familiar topography, their nests and hiding places. They're really helping.
This morning I had my first non-nightmare in weeks. It was incredibly frustrating. I dreamed that I went to see a kind of variety program incorporating silent and classic film—not at the Somerville, I think it was a dream-version of the Chevalier Theatre in Medford—and the stage component included a Leslie Howard impersonator. I suppose at this point I should have guessed it was a dream, but at the time I just thought it was awesome. Leslie Howard in film star mode rather than private life, so we're talking white tie and tails rather than tweeds and trenchcoats, but they had the fair hair and the quizzical profile and the long-lidded eyes and something very like the voice, by turns dry and dreaming. There was some audience interaction, which now reminds me of Pygmalion but didn't when I was watching it. It wasn't until I saw the actor offstage, still in costume, that I realized they were physically female. We had a conversation about pre-Code Hollywood and British musicals and I invited her to the next silent-with-sound at the Somerville and we were bonding cheerfully when I woke up. I don't even remember her name now. I'm looking at enough loss in my ordinary life, I don't need to get it from dreams. And it was a nice conversation.
1. Speaking of silent movies at the Somerville, I keep forgetting to mention that Rex Ingram's The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (1921) is screening in November. Pop-culturally, this is the movie that shot Rudolph Valentino to stardom and popularized the tango in the United States. Personally, I have an interest in it because Valentino's co-star was Alice Terry née Taaffe. I only learned about her last month. It's definitely the same family and she seems to have been very clear about the pronunciation, which we associate with my father's branch of the family in this country. I consider this fortuitous timing.
2. Speaking of movies in general, it appears that Tilda Swinton is playing a punk musician in the upcoming A Bigger Splash (2015) and has given an interview to AnOther Magazine in the persona of her character, accompanied by photos that look like this. I kind of want to see this movie immediately.
3. Speaking of art that isn't movies, the Strange Horizons fund drive continues apace. The latest published tier of bonus content comprises the first three poems: Jane Yolen's "The Truth of Briars," Sasha Kim's "The Changeling's Gambit," and Carlos Hernandez's "Saturn Devouring His Young." If you want the rest of the bonus poetry and the podcast, donate! Also, as someone who was just blown away by "The Vishakanya's Choice," I can confirm that you really want to unlock the story by Roshani Chokshi.
I started packing up my office last night. I've moved out eight boxes of CDs and DVDs. The cats ran around the room afterward crying for their familiar topography, their nests and hiding places. They're really helping.
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Thank you.
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I know! I don't think my waking life contains any Leslie Howard impersonators. I didn't know what I was missing.
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I WOULD CERTAINLY LET THE INTERNET KNOW.
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At least you're having R.E.M. cycles and dreams that are pleasant enough that you'd want to return to them. I'll take that as a good sign.
*sending you new hinges for your head*
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I'm hoping. Nothing else seems to be going healthily at the moment.
*hugs*
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Those Tilda Swinton pictures are amazing.
If there's anything I can do for you or
Nine
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It was the nicest dream I've had in months, I think. Everything else I can remember has been nightmares since about July.
Those Tilda Swinton pictures are amazing.
The movie doesn't come out here until 2016! It's enough to make a person want to move to Italy.
If there's anything I can do for you or derspatchel or the little cats, let me know.
Thank you. I will.
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I don't know Osaki Nana, but if she can be plausibly played by Tilda Swinton, you should tell me about her.
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It's a soap opera, but a very good one. I have no idea if you would like it or not, and, as I said, it's unfinished. I hope Yazawa gets well enough to come back to it someday.
(Google Images Osaki Nana (https://www.google.com/search?q=osaki+nana&tbm=isch))
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Thank you; I can't tell if that's something I would like without reading it, but stories about friendship are rare and interesting to me. If you have copies and do not mind lending them (when my life is much more stable), I may try reading a volume and seeing whether I get attached enough to be sad at the incomplete status.
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Thank you. I know I had dreams last night, but I woke too suddenly to remember them. I just want time to think or breathe or survive the future.
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Thank you. I think I would enjoy that.