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The guest on The Daily Show last night was Dev Patel. He's pretty awesome, really. You can feel how excited he is to be there: the full episode.
Jon prefaced the interview in saying: "It's the most depressing feel-good movie I have ever seen." I think he hit the nail on the head. This is exactly how I feel about Slumdog Millionaire.
... John Oliver's interview with the Kenyan official made me laugh and cringe.
Also, I do wish Jon Stewart were hosting the Oscars again. Hugh Jackman is great and everything--I love Wolverine--but the gig really belongs to a comedian, and that's not Jackman. Oh, well. I'm sure it will be fine. Mostly I'll just be happy if Heath wins.
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Finished "Beyond the Wall of Sleep" and then read "The White Ship". I'm not sure what to make of the end of "Beyond the Wall of Sleep"--the dream-spirit turned into a star? And then was more or less promptly snuffed out? The factual excerpt at the end is, according to the narrator, supposed to provide us with the needed climax of the tale; but aside from lending some believability to what one would assume was a very in-depth dream or hallucination, it's rather anti-climactic, really. Because if the dream-spirit is real, and it goes off to take its vengeance on its flaming enemy, clearly it failed in that task if it winked out of existence a few weeks later. Or at least that's my interpretation. It's not true, so it doesn't really matter, I guess.
"The White Ship" reminded me a lot of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities--but with a more interesting conclusion and a more conceivable allegory. Actually, I think Calvino's Cities would be much improved, were it the same length as "The White Ship", which is very short indeed.
I think my habit is going to become reading Lovecraft (or whatever) on my commute and graphic novels in bed. Started reading The Long Halloween last night. Looks to be an all-star cast of characters.
~*~
It was still snowing when I walked home from the station last night, and this morning the skylights were buried. Between the weather, what I've been reading, stress, and the monthly deluge of hormones--well, I'm just going with it.
Selected "Cloister Graveyard in the Snow" this morning from the drawer of BPAL, because it seemed appropriate. I pass an old graveyard every morning and evening; and, though there's no cloister, it is newly blanketed in snow.
It's a fairly high and sharp scent, mostly ozone and frankincense to my nose, but it does make me think of old ruins in the cold and damp. As measi, myownwench, and talonscar can easily attest, I LOVE ruins.
The namesake and inspiration:
It reminds me a lot of Tintern Abbey--but creepier.
Jon prefaced the interview in saying: "It's the most depressing feel-good movie I have ever seen." I think he hit the nail on the head. This is exactly how I feel about Slumdog Millionaire.
... John Oliver's interview with the Kenyan official made me laugh and cringe.
Also, I do wish Jon Stewart were hosting the Oscars again. Hugh Jackman is great and everything--I love Wolverine--but the gig really belongs to a comedian, and that's not Jackman. Oh, well. I'm sure it will be fine. Mostly I'll just be happy if Heath wins.
~*~
Finished "Beyond the Wall of Sleep" and then read "The White Ship". I'm not sure what to make of the end of "Beyond the Wall of Sleep"--the dream-spirit turned into a star? And then was more or less promptly snuffed out? The factual excerpt at the end is, according to the narrator, supposed to provide us with the needed climax of the tale; but aside from lending some believability to what one would assume was a very in-depth dream or hallucination, it's rather anti-climactic, really. Because if the dream-spirit is real, and it goes off to take its vengeance on its flaming enemy, clearly it failed in that task if it winked out of existence a few weeks later. Or at least that's my interpretation. It's not true, so it doesn't really matter, I guess.
"The White Ship" reminded me a lot of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities--but with a more interesting conclusion and a more conceivable allegory. Actually, I think Calvino's Cities would be much improved, were it the same length as "The White Ship", which is very short indeed.
I think my habit is going to become reading Lovecraft (or whatever) on my commute and graphic novels in bed. Started reading The Long Halloween last night. Looks to be an all-star cast of characters.
~*~
It was still snowing when I walked home from the station last night, and this morning the skylights were buried. Between the weather, what I've been reading, stress, and the monthly deluge of hormones--well, I'm just going with it.
Selected "Cloister Graveyard in the Snow" this morning from the drawer of BPAL, because it seemed appropriate. I pass an old graveyard every morning and evening; and, though there's no cloister, it is newly blanketed in snow.
It's a fairly high and sharp scent, mostly ozone and frankincense to my nose, but it does make me think of old ruins in the cold and damp. As measi, myownwench, and talonscar can easily attest, I LOVE ruins.
The namesake and inspiration:
It reminds me a lot of Tintern Abbey--but creepier.