I awoke on time this morning, having set my alarm so I could make it to town for brunch/lunch and writing with Richard and Amy. I went back to — a fitful — sleep for a while with a couple disturbing dreams that mixed elements from a theater production and my parents trying to sabotage my projects.
After watching “Family of the Blood” I watched two more — this time really really good — Doctor Who episodes last night: “Blink” and “Utopia.” “Blink” is a stand-alone episode in the mold of a season 2 story told from the point of view of an outside character who meets the Doctor, episode 10 “Love & Monsters,” but here we’ve got wacky time travel as well and very, very spooky antagonists. It’s brilliant, really, touching upon sci-fi while at the same time having humor and a human component.
I got into town today, went to the Union, had lunch there, and enjoyed the general grayness that was outside from within the bright confines of the Lakefront Cafe while I ate a burger and worked on my computer.
… I don’t need a brain.
So goes a line (perhaps two) from the wonderful “Pitbull Terrier” by Emir Kusturica and the No Smoking Orchestra; the song is featured in the amazing “romance” Black Cat, White Cat, Kusturica’s 3rd ‘Balkan’ film (after Time of the Gypsies [aka “House of/for Hanging”] and Underground).
Wikipedia is, if not the source of all knowledge, always good for amusement. Today’s amusement: Unusually-shaped vegetables and Supernumerary body parts, such as extra fingers (or toes), webbing between digits, extra heads, and the like.
The page of the Dual (as grammatical number) is more informative and information packed. Of continental European language really only Slovenian and Sorbian maintain the dual (grammatically), though some lone lexical forms show up elsewhere it seems.
With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the bloody tower
With her head tucked underneath her arm
at the midnight hour
It’s a nigh of Kingston Trio music tonight.
After watching the thoroughly mediocre but promising “Natural City” (nifty ideas, good love story potential, less than inspirational execution) I returned the 4 DVDs I rented the other day and stopped by Fair Trade for a bit to draw and read. More of “The Egyptologist,” which has turned out to be an intriguing yarn, but one that I’m reading far too slowly.
Next to me a very slender woman, probably close to my age, sat composing music.
I ended up walking home because the 4 came 4-5 minutes early. Unheard of at that hour. Well, heard of now. It was a nice walk, interrupted a bit by rain.
In the “News” —
And, a hilarious way to end, from the “best of craigslist” — Alluring, difficult woman seeks stable and assertive man: “As mentioned, I am extremely charismatic and you will be unable to resist my charms. I guarantee you will fall in madly and twistedly love with me, and although you know that I will ultimately leave you in an emotional bloody shredded heap in pursuit of my own needs, you will be unwilling and unable to exorcise me from your life, so serious replies only, please.”
Tonight I finished The Eagles and am most the way through The Fiery Furnaces (one album, “Bitter Tea”) — a curiously addictive sort of music, some pop, some nonsense, some distortion. After that, The Hives.
This evening I called my dad; we spoke a few days ago, when I returned from New York. He and Judy went out to St. Chapelle today for wine and a concert. Evidently the weather was cooler than normal there, in the low 70s, and even chilly in the shade. I wish for that here (~90, humid enough inside, and the gnats/midges are back … ICK)
Movie of the Day: “28 Weeks Later” — a great, action-filled sequel to “28 Days Later,” though with less emotional investment. It is technically brilliant, if perhaps emotionally empty. But at times that seems to be part of ‘the point.’ I saw it at the Orpheum … cheap enough, a fun place to watch movies, and there were just three of us downstairs (Stage Door) watching it. Upstairs there might have been one of two, but I think it was just the guy in the projection booth.
Today’s heat made me stay inside, want to stay inside, but the funny thing is, it was nicer outside, despite the heat. For outside there was air movement, if perhaps still no real breeze. While inside I have no AC, no fan, just a sauna.
In the evening I took a trip to the co-op for get some milk, eggs, and cheese. Omelets will follow for breakfast. I stopped by Star Liquor and got a 4-pack of Sprech Black Bavarian — I hadn’t had any, or any beer, in quite a while.
