tue/20220301

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Slept, woke, worked (small assignment found), will work again, then will run, then familial mailcheck then eat then repeat...

Finished Butler's PARABLE OF THE TALENTS other day (will probably write about it here tomorrow); moved on to the next from the unknown stacks, Hannah Arendt's "as good a time as ever to read it" (and a useful –though unsoothing – pairing with TALENTS) ORIGINS OF TOTALITARIANISM: nothing like a little light reading to assuage the mind in this, the next phase of our era of perpetually-unfolding WWIII.

3:10 to yuma (2007)

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(Rewatch): Still holds up - though it could have done without the first two acts and hewed more closely to Elmore Leonard's original short story. Truth of life: always trust Elmore Leonard's writing over your own impulse when it comes to adaptation –  given how they re-examined 90% of everything we saw previous in hotel dialogue. Still, though, Bale and Crowe are a perfect pairing and Ben Foster is spectacular. Thinking: was this Crowe's last great role? Unless I'm blanking on it, I have to consider it to be so. Haven't seen the original with Glen Ford.

Directed by James Mangold from a screen adaptation of Elmore Leonard's original short story by Halstead Welles, Michael Brandt, and Derek Haas. Starring Christian Bale, Russell Crowe, Ben Foster, Peter Fonda, Gretchen Mol, Alan Tudyk, and Logan Lerman. Released 07 September 2007.

mon/202228

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Starting back on AnotherFictionThing which reminds me of why I both love and loathe Mondays: love in that I get to spend it laying the groundwork for the rest of the week; loathe in that, because of the way my workweek is structured, I spend an inordinate amount of time figuring out where to start. Solution: figure the start out on Sundays after you send the NL; spend that last chunk doing just that. Come to think of it, a good practice for every morning...

The Morkie and The Jorkie off to the doggiedayspa for de-scruffiness; Kirby and I holding down the fort – the day awaits.

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ice and more winter etc

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Ice but no snow day. Slip, sliding, etc etc but I've yet to fall on my ass, literally and figuratively, so I've got that going for me (which is nice) though the day is young.

Finished STAR TREK DISCOVERY's third season last night: so, so good. Love this show; Burnham rocks. Will probably wait for season four to wrap up before we watch it, though. Looking forward to PICARD, Season Two and the start of STRANGE NEW WORLDS; ‘tis a good time to be a lifelong Trekkie or whatever we're calling ourselves nowadays (I'm really not up on the current state of the slew of fandoms and I'm all the happier for it).

The dogchildren have been sustained; back to work.

isolarii 6: ARCHIPELAGO

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Finished the sixth volume of isolarri, ARCHIPELAGO, featuring conversations between Éduoard Glissant and Hans Ulrich Obrist and this, from Glissant (on page 103 of ARCHIPELAGO), has been at the top of mind:

"... different landscapes gives us another idea of what the unity of a whole can be and how a whole can be considered as a series of ruptures and not as harmony of aligning forms. And, of course, this idea leads us to a new idea of how to tell a story." 

This "series of ruptures" being in line with how I think and how I work: all I'm doing in shifting to a single post here is lessening the space between "ruptures" and "landscapes" and making the whole more rupturous(?) and landscape-y. I have invented new words. Maybe.

You can subscribe to isolarii via their site for $15.00/book – and you should: it’s very, very much worth it; my complete reading list, from 2013 to the present, lives here.

Thanos’s fleece / mego horror / Dreamguest

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Discombobulation: recovering, somewhat, from a seesaw/PunyGod day of crashing and spiking bloodsugar. Probably a combo of getting my run/row routine back in sync and the relief over a project release (even though it was the least stressful TSR recording/release process since the show's inception – thank you Mac Mini and Scarlett 2i2), the closing of an open loop – but, either way, the superbouncebloodball remains in effect: the harder you hit the floor, the higher you bounce, bounce, bounce... repeat, ad infinitum.

A dream between then and now of Thanos's dismay that I had assembled a Lego set before him. I think it was a Lego of the FRIENDS apartment or maybe SEINFELD though I’ve not assembled either – probably would have been more lifelike had it been a race to assemble the ‘89 Batmobile / Batwing sets (I win); Thanos also wore a fleece vest and camo pants and scratched his hand where the Gauntlet had been: how the mighty have fallen.

Snap / bounce, bounce, bounce...

Speaking of dreams: Dream TSR guest: Guillermo del Toro to talk NOSFERATU (1922) and VAMPYR; must upgrade the latter to Blu.

Obsession with the Mego Horror line continues: Lon Chaney joins the above-the-corkboard lineup of Karloff, Lee, Lanchester, Chaney Jr, and Rains. Cushing, Hedison, more Karloff, and Chapman/Brown potentially inbound. Scope the Masque of the Red Death:

Have to work on finding the router a new home and solve this spotty office internet bollocks once and for all. Note to self: placing said router next to a wall with a brick chimney in it probably wasn't the best idea but I went where the cable line went. Anticipating basement fun of shifting one cable line to another hole – but at least I (might) get to break out the drill.

Winter Weather Advisory inbound, 1600 today - 0900 tomorrow. Not unlikely that Friday as snowday by default will continue.