D yellow but not DD yellow in posable plastic

Staring up and in circles around the Paintshop, as is my wont when I'm getting nowhere quickly, I'm fascinated that none of my yellow-costumed Daredevil figures, variant or otherwise, ToyBiz or Hasbro, use the DD symbol of Wally Wood's two yellow and red costume issues (five and six, feat the first of his changes to the suit before the all-red switch in seven): they all use the single D. Not sure why things worked out this way – or if this extends to the figures I don’t have, or why I've become fascinated with it (other than I needed something to stare at), or why I felt compelled to share it, but here it is. DD Yellow doesn’t get enough posable plastic love so I suppose we can add that grave injustice to the world’s list.

UTOPIA – Martin Küchen

From the saxophonist of yesterday's EarBliss, a haunting collection of free jazz compositions that immediately conjured the films of Carl Th. Dreyer, F.W. Murnau, and silent Fritz Lang – but compositions that, each and all, both stand on their own and flow from one evocative soundscape to the next. Superb.

A sign that (what passes for) my creative spark is on its way back(?): after finishing Becky Cloonan and Tula Lotay's SOMNA, a voice in my head said, Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to make something this beautiful?

IN THIS FOREVER UNFOLDING MOMENT – Vilhelm Bromander

Beautiful, stirring work of spiritual jazz in the vein of Alice Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders infused with Bromander’s impeccable compositional instinct. This thing soars.

OK so moving those dressers by myself might not have been the best idea.

A MOUNTAIN TO THE NORTH, A LAKE TO THE SOUTH, PATHS TO THE WEST, A RIVER TO THE EAST (László Krasznahorkai, 2003 / 2022)

Elegiac, confounding, beautiful, and occasionally, bracingly strange: all of the things that I love about Krasznahorkai's work delivered in a short, taut package, a perfect starting point for someone wanting to dip their toes in the waters of his oeuvre – though if you want to dive off the deep end, start with SATANTANGO, his debut.

Looking forward to when I can again concentrate (what passes for) my mental energies on my creative stuff in the morning and not on all of the cat herding required for the grand emptying of my grandfather's house: little bit of progress on things creative leads to a notion of another thing I have to do in the emptying, another person to contact, another thing to find, to put aside, to sign. Hope to get things back to regularity and thinking out loud in public here sooner rather than later.