coda/20230217

Realized, as I was fucking about not getting anywhere in block two (or either of today's blocks, really – I was too excited, first at its impending arrival, then upon its actual arrival), that, being surrounded as I am now by action figures in my Paintshop, benign midlife crisis tributes to formative years spent concocting multiple crossover adventures and other assorted tactile fanfiction shenaigans, it's practical malpractice that I haven't attempted a narrative serialized adventure in more than a decade (and the one I did I pulled because I liked it too much and wanted to do something else with it: haven't – yet): this is, however, my standard operating procedure. Will think on it (too much) more and (probably) discuss in Sunday's newsletter.

I remain transfixed. See you tomorrow.

He has arrived – as beautiful as I remember, all those years ago:

three quick notes on PICARD 3.1

• Why did the series have to wait until its final season to be THIS good?

• Assuming Seven and much of the Titan crew survives, they need their own show. The next next generation.

• Goldsmith’s FIRST CONTACT theme is the most beautiful thing he wrote for TREK and hearing it again gave me chills.

“When Alvin Visited The Wreck of the Titanic”

Eighty minutes of beautiful, robot-filmed unreleased footage from one of the first dives after the discovery of the Titanic, in 1986. Transfixed.

SZBADSÁG – Adela Mede

Haunting: an otherworldly sonic collage of deep power that speaks volumes of ours. Listened twice through and it revealed even more on the second go-round; I suspect the trend will continue with each repeated listen (and there will be many). Beautiful.

Basil Gogos

christopher lee in a/the lighthouse

From which all boring posts are sourced but: a dream last night (something involving eponymous Christopher Lee, a contract, a well, and a lighthouse vacation, I think) has led to a desire to either a.) cease this endless creative goldilocksing and settle on the thing that I want to settle on, or, b.) accept the creative goldilocksing as the settling itself: fascinating – to me at least – how sometimes dreams that have no clear basis in reality can result in such a clear (for want of a better word) waking decision in something totally removed from the content thereof – though maybe my decades, now, of having Christopher Lee staring at me from the HORROR OF DRACULA poster in The Paintshop has something to do with it. Taxes, check signing, (happy) pill re-upping and more (maybe new toys?): the day awaits.