Dot-connection (join them or not) just Stop(ped) Making Sense...UPDATED!
First things first: The surprisingly popular Weekend Notes feature will return to Aeternus Arcanus (http://sensaes.journalspace.com) next week, and may well detail some observations relating to J-F de Waldeck, whose work still impresses, frustrates, and occasionally mystifies this author. Mentioning the Codex Cortesiano here probably won't help matters of clarity or revelation to any great degree, and even seems a tad cruel, but if you approach my blogging output with as little expectation of coherency or reward as I possess when considering its input then you won't go far wrong. (In other words the week is young, and this polymoth's wings beat quickly, taking him who knows where next...)
Of more immediate potential interest, and allowing for the intermittent local snow flurries which have characterised this Easter break, is the business of being in the vicinity of the English (i.e. non-New York) location end of production on Richard Linklater's Me and Orson Welles, hopefully coming to a cinema near you next year. If the weather lets everyone down again tomorrow, and sod all happens, I have some fairly low-res pics of nice vintage automobiles to offer, and - depending upon overall quality - will get around to supplementing this entry with 'em in due course. (Let's say Tuesday for that, but please don't hold me to it... Edit: Oh, then again, why not?)
Almost on location...
Whilst I'm lazily and opportunistically breaking silly, self-imposed rules (that film-related stuff, above, effectively just slipped past the censor, untouched by the 'Delete' key), here are some random bits and bobs from the notebooks, jotted down without due care or much attention at the time:
Internet cafe*... "Wow. Look at all the nerds. It's like a nerd shop!"
"According to the trajectory of my academic career thus far, I must now live the life of a right-handed carrot." [With gratitude to astartesyriaca for accidental services to my surrealistic destiny perception...]
http://www.mymatedoesart.com
Only really offensive people chew gum in public (no exceptions).
There's a painting (c.1917) by Leon Engers-Kennedy in the National Portrait Gallery of a man shown in profile, wearing Buddhist robes. Because he's depicted with hair, and therefore not immediately recognisable, most people just wander by, probably unaware of who he was. But astartesyriaca identified him, and drew my attention to the portrait in question, and I'm terribly grateful for that.
It's Aleister Crowley.
*I've been instructed on how to produce an accented 'e' on a Mac, but have since forgotten. Hey ho...
Of more immediate potential interest, and allowing for the intermittent local snow flurries which have characterised this Easter break, is the business of being in the vicinity of the English (i.e. non-New York) location end of production on Richard Linklater's Me and Orson Welles, hopefully coming to a cinema near you next year. If the weather lets everyone down again tomorrow, and sod all happens, I have some fairly low-res pics of nice vintage automobiles to offer, and - depending upon overall quality - will get around to supplementing this entry with 'em in due course. (Let's say Tuesday for that, but please don't hold me to it... Edit: Oh, then again, why not?)
Almost on location...
Whilst I'm lazily and opportunistically breaking silly, self-imposed rules (that film-related stuff, above, effectively just slipped past the censor, untouched by the 'Delete' key), here are some random bits and bobs from the notebooks, jotted down without due care or much attention at the time:
Internet cafe*... "Wow. Look at all the nerds. It's like a nerd shop!"
"According to the trajectory of my academic career thus far, I must now live the life of a right-handed carrot." [With gratitude to astartesyriaca for accidental services to my surrealistic destiny perception...]
http://www.mymatedoesart.com
Only really offensive people chew gum in public (no exceptions).
There's a painting (c.1917) by Leon Engers-Kennedy in the National Portrait Gallery of a man shown in profile, wearing Buddhist robes. Because he's depicted with hair, and therefore not immediately recognisable, most people just wander by, probably unaware of who he was. But astartesyriaca identified him, and drew my attention to the portrait in question, and I'm terribly grateful for that.
It's Aleister Crowley.
*I've been instructed on how to produce an accented 'e' on a Mac, but have since forgotten. Hey ho...