greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

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"Ya no hay estrallas..."

A little sun this morning, though clouds and rain are on the way. Currently, it's 66˚F.

As I wrote late yesterday afternoon on Facebook, "Back from the first root canal. Unfortunately, because the decay was so deep, before the final crown can be attached, I'm going to have to see an oral surgeon to have a small amount of gum and bone cut away to "lengthen" the crown of the premolar, to provide a better base." This morning, the right side of my face feels like I was in a bar fight last night, and I have to be back in the chair tomorrow morning to have the post and core and temporary crown. I'm losing mountains of time, obviously. So, Sirenia Digest No. 138 will be late. I'm hoping to have it out to people by the end of the first week of August. I'd hoped, back in June, to be a third of the way through The Tindalos Asset by now.

When we got home yesterday, I spent a little time in Second Life and had a liquid dinner (protein shake), but then I got woozy and had to lie down. Spooky and I watched the 280-minute Director's Cut of Wim Wenders' Until the End of the World (1991). Thank you, TCM. I'd waited twenty-six years to see this film entire and unexpurgated, and I was not disappointed. What a marvelous thing. I don't generally grade science fiction by it's visionary accuracy, but Until the End of the World absolutely nails the coming of social media and our collective turning inwards, the lose of ourselves to narcissism and video screens. It was, sadly, so far ahead of it's time. At five hours, this is a film that never had a chance in the theaters of the early nineties. However, today it can be approached by people who have become accustomed to watching non-episodic TV series and mini-series that are essentially long movies, and I hope it finds the appreciation it deserves. The entire cast is superb, but I especially enjoyed Rüdiger Vogler as Winter. An, of course, the soundtrack is legendary. In 1992 and 1993, it was one of the main albums that The Five of Cups was written to.

Sometime shortly after the movie ended, about 1 a.m., I passed out and slept fitfully until a little before seven this morning.

Now, I need to try and get some work done.

Aunt Beast

2:05 p.m.
Tags: 1991, 1992, bad teeth, good movies, pain, second life, sirenia late, tfoc, the tindalos asset, wim wenders

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