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I don't know what it is, but there's something about the London free evening paper that depresses the hell out of me.
It's gotten to the point where I don't want to look at any of it.
It's think it's how all the headlines are about death, immigration terror, information theft, latest food that kills you, the daily risks we run every minute of day, the constant fear of loneliness, and the rise in alcoholism. And that was just Monday.
I'm really tempted to buy the new Pynchon novel. I mean it's 1,100 pages and apparently makes little sense, but that just increases the terrible allure. Pynchon novels, with the possible exception of Crying of Lot 49, play the same part as James Joyce novels, volumes of Kant and anything foreign. It's like the pseudo intellectual version of owning a muscle car, just a big penis envy thing. My book is *this* huge.
Saw Pan's Labvyrinth on the weekend and it was... well I think it was incredible. I've been avoiding being too gushy about it because I want to see it again first to make sure I haven't called it wrong. Possibly the best film I've seen all year though. Magical but horrifying. Only a fifteen, but loads of people in the cinema had to cover their faces sometimes.
It's gotten to the point where I don't want to look at any of it.
It's think it's how all the headlines are about death, immigration terror, information theft, latest food that kills you, the daily risks we run every minute of day, the constant fear of loneliness, and the rise in alcoholism. And that was just Monday.
I'm really tempted to buy the new Pynchon novel. I mean it's 1,100 pages and apparently makes little sense, but that just increases the terrible allure. Pynchon novels, with the possible exception of Crying of Lot 49, play the same part as James Joyce novels, volumes of Kant and anything foreign. It's like the pseudo intellectual version of owning a muscle car, just a big penis envy thing. My book is *this* huge.
Saw Pan's Labvyrinth on the weekend and it was... well I think it was incredible. I've been avoiding being too gushy about it because I want to see it again first to make sure I haven't called it wrong. Possibly the best film I've seen all year though. Magical but horrifying. Only a fifteen, but loads of people in the cinema had to cover their faces sometimes.