Forty years of blind visions wasted

[sovay]

I don't have much to say right now that isn't about movies; my reviews are where I am putting whatever attention and interest I have to spare, because I enjoy them and they give me something to do with my brain, two qualities which otherwise feel like lost causes these days. I spent most of today balancing accounts and paying bills, which was awful because our finances are awful. I realized that I've been actively sick with one thing or another since before Thanksgiving, which explains but does not cure my feeling of never getting a chance to breathe. I had a story rejected after a six-month hold, which didn't help anything. The migraine or even its fringes are definitely over with, but walking to the bank and back was exhausting. I suspect I am in the anti-sweet spot of still dealing with the sinus infection while simultaneously dealing with the antibiotics; I know I'll have to feel better at some point, but why can't that be now? I enjoyed this article about Jennifer Mendelsohn's resistance genealogy: "Someone called it 'ancestor doxing' . . . Please—it's called journalism."

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[ethelmay]

I thought of you when I read a restaurant review in the New Yorker that had this: "One night, a warm “ocean broth,” made tableside, was the meal’s first alchemical ritual. The server poured dill oil and powdered phytoplankton into a corked glass press filled with salt-and-vinegar water, emulsified the concoction, then poured the hot broth into a black ceramic cup. “I hope it makes you feel like you’re standing on an oceanside cliff at sunset,” he intoned. Apothecary-chic microalgae may be a dated culinary trend, but who cares? It’s mermaid tea, and its powers of salty transport are real." https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/01/16/agern-grand-centrals-nordic-eatery

[sovay]

"It's mermaid tea, and its powers of salty transport are real."

That's wonderful. (I would drink it.) Thank you.