Up to Clapton, Eric.<\/p>\n
After that? … well, the Eurhythmics make an appearance, along with Evanescence.<\/p>\n
“Evangescence” by Hugo von Hofmannsthal<\/p>\n
And still upon my cheek I feel their breath.
\nHow can it be, these days that were so near
\nAre gone, forever, to utter death?<\/p>\nThis is a thing none thinks out to its last,
\nAnd far too terrible for any tear:
\nThat all glides by, that all goes trickling past,<\/p>\nAnd that my self, unchecked, without pursuit,
\nSlipped from a little child, so sudden fast,
\nTo grow strange as some dog to me and mute;<\/p>\nThat I a hundred years ago was there,
\nAnd that my forbears, under grass and root,
\nAre mine, as close to me as my own hair,<\/p>\nAs fully one with me as my own hair.<\/p>\n
-Translated by Herman Salinger<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
And thereafter one gets, finally, to Faith No More.<\/p>\n
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My kitchen water pipes remain frozen; better them than the bathroom ones, though … much easier to haul water from the bathroom to the kitchen than the reverse … kitchen-warmed-water for a bath? I think not<\/em>. Still, I want to cook, I want to clean dishes … all that crap<\/em>. Chores.<\/p>\n
As Cindarella might sing, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, not that I want to (mis-)quote bad ’80s hair-metal.<\/p>\n
The NY Times has an interesting article, The Mystery of the Missing Moviemakers<\/a>, about the lack of recent films (or at least the huge gaps between films) by a bunch of up-and-coming (at the time) 90s directors, starting with Kimberly Peirce, who gave us Boys Don’t Cry way back when<\/em>, which we remember as Hillary Swank’s transformation from “that Karate Kid girl” to serious actress and movie that introduced mainstream audiences to Chloe Sevingy.<\/p>\n
Toward the end the article mentions “the 3 Mexicans” (del Toro, Cuar\u00f3n, I\u00f1\u00e1rritu) and their three big, important films from 2006. I still need to see Children of Men … I keep mentioning this; I’m a bit of a broken record by now.<\/p>\n
I could do with a good board game or jig-saw puzzle. Or a game of cards. Something mildly social but really about one or two close friends getting together and just communicating telepathically, words unnecessary.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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