Advised repair schedule: reboot startup disk, offline for thirty-six hours, and replace head

[sovay]

The trouble is that when I manage to get a day in which I do nothing except lie around and read and occasionally glance at the internet and go back to lying around reading—and now intermittently thinking about rewatching Hans Christian Andersen (1952)—I feel that I am wasting time. I am not writing poems. I am not writing stories. I am not writing movie reviews. I am not working my paying job. I am not looking for supplementary work, of which God knows I need some. The Protestant work ethic is killing this country as we speak and I'm not even Protestant and it has been a demonstrable fact for years that if I do not get time by myself, unplugged, unstructured, not interacting in any fashion including the internet, I go nuts. And yet I feel like I'm wasting my time. Time I can't afford. Time running out. Avoiding my way through the end of days. Title of this post determined by my current mood, not by what I'm watching.

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[sovay]

KINOfiles form a part of KINO: The Russian Cinema Series.

That is an amazing-looking series, like the BFI Guides for Russian cinema. I'd love to see the one about Tarkovsky's Mirror.

(see this is my downfall, I'm like 'Oh I could read this someday!' and get big piles. At least if it's free PDFs there's still room to walk in the house)

The primary furnishings of every apartment I have ever lived in have been books. I can live with this, but I still need more shelves.