MacroParentheticals 0155 is written and in the send queue for tomorrow 0700 AND the flashing light coming from the church (I'm no electrician, but it seems that their spotlight is on the fritz) hasn't caused a seizure – when I ventured past the kitchen and landing windows a bit ago, I pulled my omnipresent hat over my eyes and had a DAREDEVIL Season 1 and 3 vibe going – so I'll consider the morning a win: such are the standards of the day.
Look I’m telling you I do intend to obey all of those links saved under "READ" in DoMarks (best bookmark app ever, period) but I've come to realize that I don't want something to read but rather something new to skim. Lesson being that it's time to pare back my online consumption habits to a more realistic, readable buffet and "rewild my attention," as Clive Thompson wrote. Also should institute a monthly culling of feeds and come up with a set of criteria for remaining in Reeder / Feedbin.
Songsmithing of the highest order: this is great stuff.
Windy windy windy morning after a night of more or less solid sleep punctuated by weird dreams about John Romita and occasional beep-screeches from NuHerbie WRT insulin and battery running low, I can report that my little pocket pancreas is fully recharged and loaded with precious life-preserving insulin (yay) and though we still live in a world without John Romita (boo) at least we'll always have his work (yay) but yeah, damn, it's windy. 55º: running in shorts and holding on for dear life day today. New album from The Smile out today – and it's really good.
First Cronenberg I've watched since A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE (or EASTERN PROMISES, whichever one came last) and I'm both underwhelmed and bowled over: CRIMES is a film that's as much of a work of conceptual performance art as Saul's and Caprice's in the (generally lacking) narrative. Pieces - no pun intended - work, sometimes as moments of deep, dark beauty (note: Howard Shore's score is incredible), sometimes as apex bits of Cronenbergian body horror, but it never quite felt like it became, as each new organ in the film, a system of its own. Nonetheless, one that's going to stick with me – for reasons that I've yet to fully comprehend.
