I am in here.
I’m still at Moby Dick — that’s my official summer book. I had been under the impression that it was mainly about Captain Ahab’s attempt to find the whale and kill it. Rather, it’s all about whales in their various manifestations, all tied together with Ahab’s story. Definitely going to finish this one. Peter has … Continue reading Etceteras
Peter is determined to take me on a “tour” of various indie films. Last night’s edition was a showing of “Buffalo ’66” (Lions Gate) (This, since the Amazon blurb doesn’t say, stars Vincent Gallo and Christina Ricci. It’s also directed by Gallo.) Strange, at first, and at first, I couldn’t wait for it to be … Continue reading Watched last night
So I’m just sitting here, of a Sunday afternoon, when my son, Peter, wanders into the room, book (about Quentin Tarantino and his films) in hand, and asks me what “juxtaposition” means. It’s a sort of comparison, I say. Peter: This is about the ear-cutting scene… [He wishes further enlightenment, my son does.] Me: Like … Continue reading A mother converses with her child…
It’s sleepy weather here in New York — the skies keep being gray, and the rain never quite dries up. This is making me way too sleepy… Either that, or the cold I got on the plane here, and the resultant cold medicine effects. We went to the Museum of Natural History on Sunday, Buck … Continue reading Sleepy weather
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