"And I don't, I don't know who to believe." (9 Vicodin)
Yesterday was one of the most unabashedly shitty days I've had in a long time. Today, I'm in the the stunned silence after the blast, my ears ringing.
No writing. No writing since July 18th.
I sat in the reading room at the John Hay Library and signed the signature sheets for Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea. I signed my name 760 times. Two hours. Mindless, robotic. But at least there was air conditioning.
Providence is having it's annual few days of hot weather, and this house – no AC, except one all but pointless window unit – is an oven. On Monday, we sat here and baked. Yesterday, we got out. I didn't work on Monday.
...Or bow down and be grateful and say "Sure, take all that you see,"
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me ~ Fleet Foxes.
Sunday's episode of True Detective, brilliant. I have no idea how they're going to wrap this all up in only three more episodes, but, then, that's another thing about noir, the abrupt ending.
There's a film I must recommend in the strongest possible terms, Zak Hilditch's These Final Hours (2013). You'll recognize some of On the Beach (1959) and some of Sunshine (2007), and you will see a smart, sorrowful, deeply humane film that gets the "world will end in fire" scenario right. It's streaming on Netflix. See it.
We also saw Tom Green's Monsters: Dark Continent (2014), a film with no notable weakness aside from it's unfortunate title. It's a sequel to Gareth Edwards' very excellent Monsters (2010). The mundane nightmare of war in the Middle East punctuated by cosmic awe. This one's also streaming on Netflix.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
No writing. No writing since July 18th.
I sat in the reading room at the John Hay Library and signed the signature sheets for Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea. I signed my name 760 times. Two hours. Mindless, robotic. But at least there was air conditioning.
Providence is having it's annual few days of hot weather, and this house – no AC, except one all but pointless window unit – is an oven. On Monday, we sat here and baked. Yesterday, we got out. I didn't work on Monday.
...Or bow down and be grateful and say "Sure, take all that you see,"
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me ~ Fleet Foxes.
Sunday's episode of True Detective, brilliant. I have no idea how they're going to wrap this all up in only three more episodes, but, then, that's another thing about noir, the abrupt ending.
There's a film I must recommend in the strongest possible terms, Zak Hilditch's These Final Hours (2013). You'll recognize some of On the Beach (1959) and some of Sunshine (2007), and you will see a smart, sorrowful, deeply humane film that gets the "world will end in fire" scenario right. It's streaming on Netflix. See it.
We also saw Tom Green's Monsters: Dark Continent (2014), a film with no notable weakness aside from it's unfortunate title. It's a sequel to Gareth Edwards' very excellent Monsters (2010). The mundane nightmare of war in the Middle East punctuated by cosmic awe. This one's also streaming on Netflix.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast