April 30th, 2009

Whale fluke

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh...

Hi. I feel a little lumpy at the moment. Late start, low-ish energy. I think I'll let this morning be a get-comfortable morning.

Dreams last night (while I was hard asleep) had a motif that bothered me a bit, and that was "stuff just slightly breaking." Me turning on a hot water faucet and not being able to turn it off, that sort of thing. I found myself thinking about plumbing in a dream. I don't know if even plumbers think about plumbing in their dreams.

So. I feel a little odd, and I feel a little "off." I'll give myself time to get "on."
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NCC-1701 Nebula 2

Another oddness.

This is from yesterday. Speaking of faucet troubles (hey! I just did), I was at my bathroom sink. I turned on the hot water faucet and ran my hands under the tap. While I then reached with one hand for the bar of soap, I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye the hot water turn darker and ash-colored -- like the color of diluted newspaper ink -- for about a second. Then the water was clear again, and stayed clear. Nothing dark was on my hand still under the running water. No dark residue was in the sink basin.*

I hadn't had newspaper ink on my hands. I don't know what happened -- if just I thought I saw something, or if the running water really was a different color for one second.

The way my mind works, I first thought of Charles Fort. He was amused by the frequent rush to explain anything that seemed inexplicable. I grinned wryly and thought Don't try to explain this. Don't let the explanation replace the memory. So maybe something maybe inexplicable happened, maybe. You can allow something inexplicable to happen. Come to think of it, now that I do, letting something be both inexplicable and mundane like this (if, again, it actually happened) is kind of amusing.

I've had a couple of inexplicable events happen to me. Maybe I'll just call them glitches in the Matrix or something. They don't affect my function, even if they are moments of dissonance. I know people who've had more than their wanted share of the inexplicable. Oddness happens. (And, I hope, sweetness follows. Yes, I have another R.E.M. song on my mind! (Good, that made me chuckle.)) If oddness happens again, I'll try to accept it and go on.

Have an explicably good day. Or even inexplicably good. Maybe that'll be extra special.
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* "Basin" has a kind of archaic-Victorian sound to it, I think now. Always thinking about language: it's one thing I do.
Blow My Mind

Not quite wrapping my mind around South Park, FLASHBACKS 7/6/1999

My first attempt to review South Park. I wrote another review later.

This is NOT a review of the new movie South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut (very much R).

First of all, first confessions: Yes, I’ve seen it. Yes, I enjoyed it. In fact, I laughed forcefully. One woman in the audience I was in Wednesday night got even more caught up in it, shooting her arms up in a triumphant Rocky-like manner during one gag.

So I’ve seen it. But I don’t feel ready to actually review it.

I know I’ll see South Park again. I know more than a few fellow fans of this immensely raunchy TV show, and I want to see the movie version with them, too.

The thing is, I don’t want to toss off a flippant, shallow piece about this movie just to meet a deadline, because I know what a controversy magnet South Park has been from its start. There are people who are going to hate this flick, and see nothing but the often extraordinary level of vulgarity in it, and I don’t want to dismiss those concerns.

(Guess what? The movie doesn’t, either.

(I mean, how’s this for timing: the South Park movie is an R-rated film that begins with kids who are trying to get into an R-rated film, and it’s released at the exact moment in time that concerns about movie content have led to movie theaters heavily enforcing rules to keep kids from getting into R-rated films.

(The result is a movie about free speech and censorship, and what can result from both free speech and censorship.

(But there’s more to it than that. It gets complicated – and incredibly fast-paced, with a plot as sped-up as the movie’s dialogue.)...
Walking

Phew.

I'll divulge more details later, but:

I have a temp office job starting Monday.

Soon I'll be earning again.
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Walking

FLASHBACKS 7/27/1999: A Slew of Reviews

This time I did capsule reviews. My cover blurb was “If you want reviews, you just can’t lose! Four flicks get short shrift on page 3”:

In New York City, it’s possible to go from movie house to movie house and see films nonstop 24 hours a day if you’re up to it.*

Recently, from Thursday to Sunday, I saw South Park, American Pie, Lake Placid, The Thirteenth Floor and, finally, Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut. Five films in four days. Here are thoughts on four of them…


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* A detail I’d learned from the harrowing “Violence” section of Harlan Ellison’s essay “The Three Most Important Things In Life.” kradical and terri_osborne, can you still do movies 24 hours a day in New York? In Manhattan, at least?
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The wild hedonistic lifestyle you've come to expect from chris_walsh

How did I celebrate getting a new temp job? First I rested, because this morning my stomach was just on the edge of unsettled and I wanted it to be settled thank you very much. Then I walked down to Moreland and got a pizza steak hoagie from Philadelphia's and a Dairy Queen cherry dipped cone. And I walked back, burning some of those calories! Go me!