Somewhere along the line, I started blogging over at blogspot. It was long enough ago I barely remember why now, but I never got around to updating on the switch. Clearly this blog is pretty dead, but I still thought I should sound the official death knell. I still check in here periodically but if you want me you can find me over at Leave a comment  11 

1. Finally saw Rashomon. I know the nesting doll structure, the story told from the different points of view was what was supposed to be amazing, but I was most impressed by the baby at the end. Theme and variation - the unexpected that jolted the narrative and allowed the film to end ( Read more... )

Bloomington assaulted me with its smells, its reckless undergraduate drivers and its naive earnestness as soon as I rolled in yesterday. Here are some other signs I was back ( Read more... )

Lilac, burnt rubber, manure. A motorcycle pulling something in its wake: a casket. Neither rider seems to be in mourning.

My Uncle Pat has collected Streisand memorabilia for some time now. I didn't know the extent of the hobby until I visited his new house and was given a tour of the Streisand room, which includes a dress from one of her movies, a hat from another, tickets from the Millenium concert. More items than I can remember. On this trip my Aunt Sharon met us ( Read more... )

"Then we walked across town to the Valentine Drive-In Theater, where the marquee read CLOSED FOR THE SEASON. The lightbulbs had been unscrewed and the trailer was empty. Harmon and Nina were climbing a glacier in Manitoba." -- Mark Winegardner ( Read more... )

1. Ants are tenacious. Especially the little ones, holding fast to the stamen of a voluptuous white flower that fell from a flowering tree hidden from view. And though the flower desperately wants to be tucked behind an ear, ants do not mix well with human hair ( Read more... )

Three Sightings ( Read more... )

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my secret is that sometimes i enjoy that we are such a confessional society.

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