Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Skellig: The Owl Man is film based on a children's book by David Almond - Lucky Brits got it on television, but it's available on netflix. Did you rescue a baby bird when you were a child? I know I did, fed it raw hamburger in the garden shed. It disappeared one day, the cat may have gained access.
I'd recommend this film for anyone with kids or without. A certain gross factor, but worth it.
Oh! forgot to put in a link to the trailer (but my sister says it's blocked in the UK for copyright reasons)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Found a little blank space in Clarion alley, posted these three items I found on the ground.
Three Wise Men of Gotham
Went to sea in a sieve
I appeared to have conflated the old nursery rhyme with Edward Lear's "The Jumblies", the three wise men of Gotham actually went to sea in a bowl, it was the Jumblies who went to see in sieve.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Above, a mural at 16th and Mission in San Francisco
I have been reading the latest book by Scarlett Thomas, Our Tragic Universe. Her breakout book was The End of Mr. Y, which had as its central character a disaffected but infinitely curious female writer/academic. The new book has as its central character a disaffected but infinitely curious female writer/teacher, otherwise it is a sort of mirror image of the earlier book - instead of having minimal attachments, the heroine is grounded (even mired) in connections with her friends and extended family. Instead of a somewhat forced transcendent ending, we leave the character in the midst of a morning walk, a little clearer about what she wants from life. I remember years ago a review of a Kurt Vonnegut book in which the reviewer described feeling toward him as one would feel toward a beloved, curmudgeonly uncle. Scarlett Thomas seems somehow familial if you are the sort of person who relates to a constantly questioning companion. She is most definitely not among those who believe that everything happens for a reason - she likes her universe unfathomable. Recommended for those who prefer questions to answers.
*Knitting is among the subjects explored in this book
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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Thursday, January 6, 2011
Here's a very quick craft project, arm warmers made from sleeves cut off an old sweater felted in the washing machine - I just sewed thin black yarn (could be thread) across the area between the thumb and the fingers - took twenty minutes or less. Buttons (from original sweater) added afterwards in case of trouble.John Hurt's coat to die for or what?) The collar, where I inset the gold-colored wool where there was no space for it (I didn't remove fabric from the red, it's just a straight cut) has interesting sculptural qualities, I think. It takes a lot less time if you have a magic machine like Urbandon
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
...to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Stories to be told around a campfire in a distant universe?
Ed: Jasmine at Nature's Whispers brought this petition about the sale of forests in England to my attention. I signed it using my sister's English post code as it rejected my zip code. Yes, I'm agin it - I want to see those trees next time I visit.
More about kinds of home:
Oh, I just have to put in a link to the firefly theme, cause Joss Whedon is holding a gun to my head (metaphorically speaking):
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Comparisons are odious, but here goes anyway. If you want to see if a terrific melodrama about art, watch Scarlet Street, the 1945 Fritz Lang film. Wonderful script and performances, too. Edward G. Robinson is very touching as the archetypal little man bedevilled by not one but two she-wolves. Dan Duryea is enormously energetic as a cad. The script is both thoughtful and witty. Eventually, The Robinson character is revenged on both women, but it costs him. The film also works as an examination of art and commerce. Unlike the film I'm comparing this one to, it lets the audience think. Also I must mention, the studio apartment in which the plot advances is to die for - apparently there was a time when studio apartment meant, you know, an apartment with a studio IN it. The Hayes commission makes an appearance by forcing the director to stick a bed (referred to as a couch) in the living room to imply goings on. Excerpt on Youtube here
You have a problem with perspective, dontcha?
- Johnny Prince